ANNARINO FAMILY: John and Mary,My Paternal Grandparents
Josephine “Mary” Mescari liked to say she was started in Italy and finished in America, born four days after her parents disembarked from their ship. The Mescari family came from Siracusa, Sicily and settled in Cincinnati, Ohio. Her marriage was an arranged one; she met her fiance’, John Anthony Annarino the day before her wedding. Chaperoned by her aunt, she and John took a brief carriage ride around the block, barely exchanging a word. This set the stage for a failed marriage and eventual divorce.
John Annarino had been born in America, the son of immigrants from Termine Immerese, Sicily. A handsome charmer, the marriage did little to slow his pursuit of female attention. As a young girl, I met many older women who got stars in their eyes when they learned he was my grandfather. The women loved him as much as he loved them. Mary’s sister Annie, who cussed like a sailor, once told me that my grandfather was a wonderful man who would have stayed with Mary if she had not acted like the g.d. Virgin Mary.
Mary bore John five sons: John, Joseph, Joseph, Francis and Angelo. Her second child Joe,named after her father, died in childhood. She then named her third child after him. John was seldom home. When Angelo was four years old and lay dying, suffering heart valve damage from a bout of rheumatic fever, the doctor sent for John to say good-bye to his baby son. He did not come. Angelo, surprisingly, survived. The marriage, unsurprisingly, did not.
Mary left John to live with her parents in Cincinnati. She earned her living washing and ironing altar linens for the church; the boys supplementing her income doing odd jobs at the Findley Market. Eventually, they moved back to Newark where the boys graduated from St. Francis De Sales H.S. Under pressure from an embarrassed Joe, now old enough to be aware his father was “living in sin”, Mary finally divorced John. John gave the boys jobs working for him at his market stall. Angelo would rub his hands to get out the stiffness telling the story of spending hours cleaning celery stalks in ice water. His body never forgot that pain.
Interestingly. divorce did not separate family. Mary, John and his new wife Angeline were guests at Sunday dinners and every holiday gathering at our house, no sign of displeasure or remorse. But, Mary loved John and cried for him in private. And John’s only expressed regret as he lay in the hospital dying, was divorcing Mary. He and Angeline had no children. John had a daughter with Angeline’s aunt, but she has never been acknowledged. At mass one day, shortly after they married, Angelo pointed out his “sister” to Angela. She looked just like Angelo. She was never again mentioned.
ANNARINO FAMILY: Angelo Sr.,My Father
Angelo remained the baby of the family his whole life; Joe often referred to him as “brother”, or more often “baby brother”. Angelo just smiled his impish grin and chuckled, since the title inevitably was used when Joe was questioning something Angelo had said or done which disturbed Joe’s equilibrium,something Angelo delighted in doing. He was suspended from school for continuing smile at the Bishop,after several warnings to stop, which only increased the spread of his grin. Instead of going home with a note, he went to the movies…for the next three days. His mother learned of his suspension when his teacher made a home visit since Angelo did not return after the one day suspension. He laughed when discovered, happy to have had a 3 day school vacation.
After graduating from high school, Angelo hitchhiked to the Great Lakes Naval Training Center with 5 cents in his pocket and joined the US Navy. He learned to swim when he was tossed into a 30 foot deep pool; the same strategy he used teaching his children to swim at Buckeye Lake years later. Before WWII Angelo saw north Atlantic duty,escorting supply ships to Great Britain. On Sunday, December 7, 1941 his ship, posted at Pearl Harbor, was at sea. It was ordered back into harbor after the attack, slowly cruising into a harbor strewn with burning ships and dead bodies. Soon after he began duty in the South Pacific, manning a gun turret aboard various destroyers. His bunk lay atop a bomb, but he slept like a baby. He received 29 bronze stars, numerous battle ribbons and the accolades of Admiral “Bull” Halsey when he jerry rigged his turret after a direct hit to keep on shooting, the only gun kept operational after a particularly damaging battle at sea. The ship had to be towed back to New York harbor for major repairs.
One of a few experts in the emerging field of electronics, Angelo taught electronics at Princeton University while his ship was in dry dock. He and his buddies spent Saturday nights at CCC dances at a Catholic church in Staten Island. One night, a girl he had met the week before introduced him to her best friend, Angela Abbruzzi as a joke, “Angela, meet Angelo!” They danced every dance together. He asked her to marry him.
ANGELO ANNARINO AND ANGELA ABBRUZZI,My Parents
After the dance, Angelo insisted on seeing Angela home. She refused;he ignored her. Her parents did not allow her to attend dances, nor date. She kept shooing him away from her. Every morning, Angela saw Angelo standing across the street from her house where she waited for her bus to work. She would tell him “Go away!”. He would push aside her hand and pay her bus fare, sitting next to her all the way; later, taking the return trip with her at the end of her shift. After a few weeks of this, her Father, who often sat on the porch asked her, “Angela, when you gonna ask that nice a boy to come over here to meet me?”
Dating was pulling Angelo away from a bar and keeping him sober at the ice cream shop, then taking long walks in the park. The first time Angelo tried to kiss her, Angela shoved him so hard the park bench flew over backwards. Once, as he put it “testing her” character, he instructed his cousin Pauline to write Angela a letter pretending to be his wife, and including a photo of her new baby. Angela refused to see him after that letter, until his cousin, his brother, and his Mother all wrote explaining this was another of Angelo’s unfunny stunts. When repeating this story, Angelo giggled and grinned while Angela swatted him with a dish rag.
They married on on a snowy day, one week before Christmas, Angelo’s Father John paying for an elaborate NYC Italian wedding. Immediately, after the ceremony, Angela and her new husband visited her father in the hospital. Their honeymoon was a trip to Ohio to meet relatives.Soon after their Newark arrival, they learned Angela’s father Angelo had died and immediately returned to Staten Island. They rented a one room apartment and returned to their jobs; Angelo at Princeton, Angela as Executive Asst. to the CEO of a chemical company in N.J. A week after, the true owners of the apartment returned and evicted the newlyweds, who had paid 6 months advance rent due to war-time housing shortage. They moved in with Angela’s mother Louise. Angelo transferred his pay voucher to Angela’s Mother for the duration of his service.
Angelo returned to the Pacific, surviving more battles, and hundreds of kamikaze attacks. Finally, he returned to NYC, packed up his 9 months pregnant wife and moved to Newark to join his brothers in a new venture, The Center Cafe. Family seemed more attractive to him than an offer to become a professor of electronics at Princeton. The baby was home again, with his “baby”. Their first child, Angelo, Jr. was born soon after their arrival.
annarino writes 
DECONSTRUCTION
The streets were lined for blocks on end.
Signs reminded all who rejoiced to attend
Why they walked and talked and smiled and waved
At passing cars who braved delays
While drivers honked horns and shouted out
“Vote him out and make it a rout!”
Costumed critters danced to our delight
Knowing their freedom would give him a fright.
Deconstruct the lies we have been told.
Deconstruct the narrative being sold.
Deconstruct the bullie’s hold.
Deconstruct institutional mold.
Gather in peace the young and the old.
Stronger are you, more wise, more bold.
Deconstruct so we can rebuild
What he has destroyed with his minions’ lack of skill.
We know how to do this, and more.
We have done it many times before.
My thanks to my friends in Clintonville area of Columbus who helped me attend this moment of patriots’ challenge to the con men robbing the USA of its power, wealth, ideals and humanity. The lack of media coverage was appalling. The misrepresentation of attendance numbers cannot be challenged when media fails to provide images of the gatherings. A local station covered it AFTER it was over and crowds had dispersed. Another stated hundreds attended when it was actually thousands. We are here. We are resisting. We are going nowhere until the despotism and kidnapping of people and the Supreme Court, universities, news organizations, social media outlets, medical and public health Institutions… even our very language and the meaning of words and phrases has been brought to an end and freedom restored.
We shall not be silenced.
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