Another very late post today but it’s been a long day. I woke up really early for no particular reason today and then I passed out again a few hours later and I woke up for good I was in a daze. After that I had to hit the ground running. Carl spent the day cleaning the apartment which is great except that we usually fight when he’s cleaning so I left and went to mom’s so I could mail out our save the dates and sew in the zipper on Grandpa’s vest. My grandfather lives down the street from my mom and he keeps a P.O. at the post office so when I go there I usually run into him. I arrived at the post office and surprisingly he wasn’t there. While mailing out our save the dates to our foreign guests I struck up a conversation with the post office lady about my grandfather and my grandmother. I love talking to people who knew my grandma. She was such a great lady and it’s so nice to hear that people outside the family loved her and miss her as well.
Who pulled into the parking lot as I was leaving? Gramps of course. We said hello and had a little chat and then I quickly ran to mom’s so I could finish his vest. I sewed in my first EVER zipper (go me!) and drove over to Gramps’ to give him is gift. He was shocked to see me again and was very happy about the warm wooly vest!!! And it fit!!!

He wouldn't let me take a picture of his face.

I snuck one picture. I’m sad that I couldn’t get a shot of the knot detail on the back but what can you do?

Normally when you visit Grandpa you’re never allowed outside the kitchen but once he saw me taking a picture he asked if I could take a couple pictures of some portraits of my great great (maybe a few more greats) Grandparents from Italy without using flash. I said of course I could and Mom and I were escorted upstairs! I never knew these portraits were of family members. He lives in an old Victorian that’s filled with antiques and beautiful prints and paintings. I always thought they were just portraits that he or my Grandmother liked. So I now I have photographic proof of my Italian heritage.

Great Great....Grandma

 

Great Great...Grandpa

For most of my life my Grandfather denied he was Italian. I think he did this because back in the 30’s it wasn’t so “cool” to be Italian and this side of the family was and is all about keeping up appearances so to speak. But with a name like Carbone how can you deny it! After Carl and I met with Gramps to tell him we were engaged he shook Carl’s hand, looked him square in the eye and said “Remember Son, Ginnys have long memories.” That was the first time I ever heard him admit he was Italian and I’m so happy he’s starting to open up (ok it’s just a little bit but it’s something) about our family. There’s so much I want to know about who we are as a family. Maybe I can stop by for lunch one of these days and grill him for information. It’s only fair after the grilling he gave Carl, right?

Now for the sad part the day (well that depends on how you look at things). Mom and I went to Pearl River after visiting Gramps so we could have lunch and we sort of went to The Stitchery and Adam sort of enabled me. There was this beautiful Norah Gaughan sweater in the store and I just had to have it so I bought the yarn…and the pattern and some yarn and a pattern for a baby sweater for a colleague. I was bad. I know. I’m sorry. But to remedy the situation I’m going to knit both of these things really fast so they don’t really become stash. And then I swear I will be good. When I told Adam I was on a diet and he was a bad bad man he said “a yarn diet!?” like I was insane. Am I insane? No, this is a good thing. I guess this is like the recovering alcoholic having a drink. I just have to get back on the wagon. Baby steps Bob, baby steps.

After shopping and lunch I had to run back to the city to pick up Carl from and appointment and then we had to get ready for dinner with friends (known as Family Dinner) and now we’re very stuffed and lounging around the house. Since it’s nearly bed time I’m going to sign off. I’m sorry I failed miserably told be it won’t happen I again…promise!

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