Edited: "Heartwarming Moments. Quarantined Italians Sing Together from Balconies" An Example. My Grandpa.

My daughter, Joycie sent me this and I just loved it:



The bald headed man singing Puccini reminds me of my Grandpa Oddo.  The way he picks up the little boy at the end?  Yes.  That was my grandpa...He so loved children and he and my grandma lived simply.

It reminds me of this quote, and you can easily substitute he instead of she:

What constitutes success?  She has achieved success who has lived well;  laughed often and loved much;  who has gained the respect of intelligent people and the love of little children;  who has filled her niche and accomplished her task;  who has left the world better than she found it;...who has never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty, or failed to express it;  who has always looked for the best in others and given the best she had.     -Bessie Stanley



My grandpa was from Bisaquino, Sicily where Frank Capra was from, my grandma was from Naples.

My grandpa sang opera when he was young and when he would sing to us even in old age he sounded like the man singing Puccini.  When Grandpa immigrated to New York around 1915 with his cousin, Jerome, he was hanging his clothes out of his apartment there.   He sang so beautifully that a lady walking down the street from the opera heard him and asked him to come sing in the opera.  He did until he was called to this southern state to unite with his family who came to America later.  He was so proud to become an American!  

I am half Italian and half German.  *big smile*   My husband is also of Italian descent, we met at an Italian wedding! 

So there you have it.

Have a blessed Saturday and Sunday as we concentrate on the Lord and rest in Him.



Let these great Italians be a good reminder of how we can make lemonade out of lemons, right?

Love to all,    ~Amelia in the Forest.

P.S.  Grandpa and Grandma?  You would be so proud, I'm living out in the country and gardening too!