Monday, August 31, 2009
"Daddy's Little Girl"
This is where the story all began........
This was the first painting I did in this series,
which I call an “An Italian Story”. When I was
much younger and would go to my Grandmother's
house I noticed this photo on her mantel.
I would ask my grandmother why she was ripped
out of the photo, but she would never tell me.
I later found out that when my grandfather died
at 33 from Pneumonia she ripped herself out of
She was so much in love with him that she just wanted to die.
My grandfather came from Ischia, a small
island next to Capri. Grandma was born here in America.
Her parents were born in Calabria and Naples.
Grandpa came to America when he was 19. He became a
good tailor in this country.
When he died he left my grandmother with 5 children,
my mother being the oldest.
My mother looks very proud standing on his knee.
She loved him dearly.
She was only 10 when my grandfather died .
She never got over his death.
Her nickname was Daddy.
She raised her sisters and brother as my Grandmother
sat in a rocking chair and mourned my grandfathers death.
The little boy on the pedestal
was my Uncle Freddie, their second child.
My mother was truly “Daddy's little Girl.”