Passings
Mrs. Figliulo has died. Yesterday morning Bill came in to tell me that my first BFF Carly posted on FB that she was placed on hospice. About 7 hours later she posted that her mother had passed.
A mother to 8 children. A wife to a WWII veteran. A most devout Catholic. She had standards for herself that she would not falter. Her fox fur that she wore with the foxes biting each others tail she would wear to mass no matter the heat. She had survived polio and just kept moving. I recall playing in their basement on roller skates as she would do tons and tons of laundry dragging it up the stairs forever. She always had a library book in hand, spoke with firmness, and frankly. I always felt that she came from a family of means who rode through the market crash with honor and dignity being their inner strength.
When Mrs. Figliulo went to work outside the home she did so in order to provide more for her children. To have a huge family and all of them at some point seemed to have braces. A value to look good and take care of yourself and your own.
I envied the large families in the neighborhood. But it is only now that I can reflect upon the lives of the matriarchs. They didn't divorce, they didn't quit and they chose the best for their broods. I looked in from the outside and always knew that there were values worth reaching above ones own station in life.
A mother to 8 children. A wife to a WWII veteran. A most devout Catholic. She had standards for herself that she would not falter. Her fox fur that she wore with the foxes biting each others tail she would wear to mass no matter the heat. She had survived polio and just kept moving. I recall playing in their basement on roller skates as she would do tons and tons of laundry dragging it up the stairs forever. She always had a library book in hand, spoke with firmness, and frankly. I always felt that she came from a family of means who rode through the market crash with honor and dignity being their inner strength.
When Mrs. Figliulo went to work outside the home she did so in order to provide more for her children. To have a huge family and all of them at some point seemed to have braces. A value to look good and take care of yourself and your own.
I envied the large families in the neighborhood. But it is only now that I can reflect upon the lives of the matriarchs. They didn't divorce, they didn't quit and they chose the best for their broods. I looked in from the outside and always knew that there were values worth reaching above ones own station in life.