Italian-American Citizen's Club

Tuesday, 03 March 2015 00:00

Members Letter March 2015


3-1-15  LA LETTERA MARCH 2015


Dear Friends,

I must say as one who usually enjoys the slower pace of the winter, I have had enough! As I am writing this letter it is about 10 degrees outside with last night being -8 degrees. We all have had enough of the bitterly cold weather, snow and ice. I have heard so many stories of frozen pipes and running out of oil. Our own IAC had a problem last week where we lost power during the night. The generator took over almost immediately, but our old oil burner needed a manual restart which we did not know until we opened the next day. The result: frozen heating pipes on the 2nd floor. Hopefully, we will not have much damage from the incident. So when will this cold snap end? Hopefully soon, because March 20th is the 1st day of spring. I am already dreaming about boating season!

On a side note, it came to my attention that our deceased member Dave Levchuck’s son Brian took his own life a few days ago. Please keep Dave and his son Brian in your prayers, that they find their eternal peace. Since we are on the subject of death, a few months ago during football season, Bob Bartlotti brought his Dad, Joe, into the club for Sunday football. They shared some food and had a few beers together. It was my good fortune that Bob made it a point to introduce his father to me. I sat with them for a while. Joe Bartlotti had Alzheimer’s disease and was in its advanced stages. I am well aware of this disease as I lost my mother to this insidious disease. As I spoke to Bob and his dad I was struck by how much Bob loved and cared for his ailing father. I came away feeling a lucky person for having had the opportunity to meet Joe and witness such love between father and son. Bob’s father passed away a week or two ago and it made me think of what should be important to us – “KEEPERS” as I like to think of it.

I grew up in the fifties with very practical parents. It was a time for “fixing” things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door! Things we keep. It was a way of life and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing and renewing. I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew that there would always be more.

But then time passed and both of my parents died. It was then when I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more. Sometimes what we care about most gets used up and goes away...never to return. So while we have it its best we love it and care for it and fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick.

This is true for marriage, relationships, old cars, and children with bad report cards, dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. STAY WARM!


Joe Quartuccio