"Where does the family start? It starts with a young
man falling in love with a girl - no superior alternative has yet been found."
The following are excerpts from a letter from Marie to Irene, dated 8/17/92.
... I can remember when we were all over to Grandma and Grandpas, and your Mom and Aunt Rae and our aunts put on a play in lace curtains. It was in Italian, so I didnt know exactly what they were saying, but I kind of got the drift. It brought tears to Grandmas eyes. They were all such a bunch of actresses - I remember how everyone loved it. There was such love there.
On special occasions all our aunts and mothers would get together at Grandma and Grandpas and make all that homemade raviolis and good food. It was such fun to get together and have such a good time.
And all the times you and Rita and your Mom came to our house, and you guys would stay for the weekend. We always had a good time. I remember one time, it was my birthday and all of you were coming over. We lived on a farm in Orchard Park, and Mom baked a birthday cake. It was my birthday and I wanted a piece of cake so bad I walked in my sleep and got a knife and was ready to cut the cake when she came up and took the knife and led me back to bed. I didnt even know I did that, and she saved the cake!
All is well here. My David is getting married Sat. the 22nd in Bakersfield. We are all going. My girls are here at Kathys now. They will be here tomorrow, and we will leave from here. Well, I better close for now.
Love and God Bless,
Marie & Tim
"Love is not looking into each other's eyes,
"When I was fourteen, my father was so ignorant
Anthony Lucchino died at the tender age of 6, so there are no offspring from that branch of the family. [Although the Lucchino's tended to be prolific, no one started THAT early.]