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Sunday, March 14, 2004

My Cousin Vinny Not 

My Cousin Vinny...Not




Tubes of Nature, Tubes by God, Too Many Tubes, By-God.
Tools to Cure and Tools to Carve,
Click-Clock, Tick-Tock!
Breathe Machine for Vinny!

As he laid there he could see his brother George from beyond and family near. Look Up, Look Down, It is no time to frown!
Love and thoughts are in that room;
Heart so heavy; heart so full; but no one to listen to Vinny's last tune.

Here is some fresh fruit for you to take as you share your life and prepare for another day and in another place.
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Vinny was a proud man. A man that rather give than receive in all aspects of life. I remember the first time I met him. There he was a fine balded man with a round face a glistening smile and a swallowing respect that deserved a fine strong handshake. After all I was dating his first born and only daughter. You don't bring home a man to meet your parents unless you care about him. My girlfriend, Sandy would tell me about his life of travel and adventure. His work with the Conservation Corps of America building hiking trails along the Kangamanus Highway and his travels at sea with huge boats and later with a four year service in the Merchant Marines during World War II. He was a strong man. He believed in work hard and you will get ahead. He had a tough childhood. He never got to know his parents and had to leave school early to help around the house. His aptitute with his hands and his crafty abilities allowed him to make a living and always have food on the table and a hot meal. His family was very important to him. Sandy will tell me of her Sundays together. They would have breakfast, go to church, read the paper, have Sunday dinner and then go somewhere on a family ride to the park or the beach or just somewhere to be together. He was with his family. He worked hard all week at the local G.E. plant to look forward to this day. Sometimes after a walk or at the park, he would pull out his harmonica and play a tune. He loved the tune "You are my sunshine!" How appropriate.
    
Needless to say, Vinny and I hit it off right away. We went to a near-by amusement park and enjoyed chow-mein sandwich and the carousal. I can still picture my wife and mother-in-law, Lena, racing on the dobbie-horses on the carousal while Vinny explained to me about how to plan for the future and how to make a buck. It seemed like yesterday. We were oblivious to anyone in the park and I can honestly say that I don't remember seeing anyone else there. Just the four of us; getting acquained and getting to know each other. This introduction to Sandy's family was so heartwarming and it stays in my mind's eye always. Well, Sandy and I married on her mom and dad's wedding anniversary. We had a small wedding but it was so special. Vinny was so proud of his daughter and new son.
    
Over the years, I got to know Vinny's ways. He was a proud man. He believed in hard work and never giving up the ship. He would help us in any way he could. He helped me with ideas for our home. He helps my brother-in-law and his family around their home and business. He is always there. He always believed in the bright side. The positive energy that he brought to people was evident where ever he went around town. He was any everyday Santa who matched finds of clothes and baby furniture to people oin need. He did this from the heart and not for money. He brought food to the needy, fruits to the elderly, clothes to the poor and wanted nothing in return.He gave to every charity and cause that ask for help. He loved his grandson, Jorge. He bought him a small harmonica to play along. Jorge, play grandpa Vinny a song. Play "for he is a jolly good fella, because all who knew Vinny would tell you that he was just that. 


A Jolly Good Fella. I'll miss you Vinny.
// posted by CIPPICI @ 7:47 PM

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