No Hungry Hearts Here

While at home the following Sunday afternoon, just as the raviolis were boiling, Mr. Dodgie called me. He tried to compose himself, but had a hard time completing his sentences without stammering. “I don’t know what to say” he began. … Continue Reading

The next pool season, our 7th, was on the horizon, but not without troubles. This time it was with the property where the store was located. Due to some tax issues, we were being forced to move our business. This … Continue Reading

Our pool business constantly received deliveries to sustain inventories and the repair needs of our customers. The influx of new buyers caused us to be busier than ever. As our business grew so did our deliveries. One of our regular … Continue Reading

A few weeks later, I had the sudden urge to visit to my 80 year old, Italian grandmother. Grandma, who lived with my mom, was from the old country and loved to have visits. She would formally receive us at … Continue Reading

Life became more hectic as our family went into the 6th season of our pool company. Although a successful business, we were being taxed in every way possible. Some recent property and sales decisions had left us cash poor. We … Continue Reading

Over thirty years have passed since No Hungry Hearts For Christmas took place during that miraculous Christmas of 1977. While helping those kids, I realized that something wonderful flowed through me. Full of life and unspeakable joy, I knew it … Continue Reading

Part 4…

The countdown had begun.

Only two days until Christmas and there were still miracles taking place. That morning, while opening my mail, the phone rang.  I answered and was quickly greeted by Sister Marta’s excited voice.

“You’ll … Continue Reading

Part 3…

What was Christmas without the traditional cookies?

I remember my mom and grandma pouring over recipes that they only pulled out during this time of year.

We all had favorites, especially the Italian Biscotti and Sesame cookies.  Special … Continue Reading

Part 2…

At nine months pregnant with my second child,  I was a little preoccupied.

Not just with my “condition,” but with the plans we had made to help the kids at St. Michaels.

Due to my unusually large … Continue Reading

Part 1…

It was 1977 and another busy New York Christmas was quickly approaching.

As I grabbed my local newspaper to check the weather, the headline grabbed my attention:

“At St. Michaels Home The Holidays Are Bleak.”

I knew … Continue Reading