Tuesday, September 24, 2024
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I don't believe I ever saw Mrs. D'Amico without a smile on her face. For as long as I can remember, she was always the picture of optimism, good cheer, and happiness. That's probably because she took stock in what she had in life: A devoted husband, loving children, and those wonderful grandkids. Growing up nearby, I spent a lot of time with Dave and Tom, and of course, Mrs. D'Amico. You would think she'd grow weary of all those kids playing basketball on the side of HER house all year or doing the "hotbox" during Little League season in the back yard--the same place we played football when the weather turned cold. But she was always smiling and keeping a sense of humor. Even during the Winter when the ping-pong wars heated up in her basement, she never even told us to "keep the noise down." In retrospect, I think she actually liked the sound of kids playing in her midst.
When I got older and didn't see as much of Mrs. D'Amico as I used to (she didn't hang out at any Naval bases near me), I had to inquire as to her health and happiness through my own mother, who used to frequently run into her at the supermarket. It made me feel good to know that things stayed pretty normal back in my world, at least where ours Moms were concerned. Mrs. D'Amico was always kind to Mrs. Momano--probably a red head thing.
I will miss seeing Mr. and Mrs. D'Amico in their house in my neighborhood. They remind me of all that is good about this place.
