Moving In
One month before we moved I had to have a rupture
operation. The doctor said I couldn't move for one more week. I was only
allowed to go to Closter to sign some papers. Our lawyer went also. My
sister-in-law Rose had a married daughter living with her who had one baby, so
I stayed at Rose's place. Rose went to Closter with my family and stayed a
week. Rose was a Godsend.
My oldest son John and his dad went to Closter on
November 21, 1947, one week before everybody, because we now owned the place.
Someone had to be there to see that all went well. Our son Tony drove the car,
his three sisters, Aunt Rose, a pot of beef stew, two loaves of Italian bread,
sandwiches for noon lunch, a canary, a dog, cats, fish and Tony's favorite
chicken. It was like Noah's Ark. The moving van went to Closter with eight
rooms of furniture.
They arrived in Closter before the movers. Carm
directed the movers where to place the furniture. Carm and I had talked about
it, so she knew where we wanted the furniture. The movers were good. They
placed everything wherever Carm wanted it. The movers were surprised that such
a young girl knew so much. She was 18.
Carm's two sisters helped her clean the house; their
Aunt Rose did all the cooking for them. One day Rose was making sauce for
spaghetti. She had one rabbit; she said to one of the boys, We need at least
another rabbit so that everyone can have a piece of meat. Tony went out with
his gun and got another rabbit for her. She never forgot that.
I joined the family on November 28, 1947, the day
before Thanksgiving. Our three girls were wonderful doing their share. They
went shopping. They were strangers in a new town. They bought a turkey and all
else that was needed. Carmela stuffed the turkey as I had shown her. Ann
cleaned the vegetables; Phyl made pies and cookies. We all sat down at the
dining room table and had our first Thanksgiving dinner in Closter, N.J. We
enjoyed the delicious dinner and thanked God for our moving there. During that
winter we got some of the worst snow storms. It was hard to travel or do
anything much.
Copyright 2000 Richard A. DeVenezia. All Rights Reserved.
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