Two Sides of the Family--One Building

Soldier? Not a soldier. Too young. 16 1/2 when he died.

My apologies.

Maybe he wanted to be a jockey?

No need to apologize. Maybe he wanted to be a cowboy. One of my eccentric aunt's sons always wanted to be a cowboy. Where is he now? In Arizona being a cowboy.

At least, it looks very similar to the Triton Fountain (Fontana del Tritone) in Rome ...

True, but it isn't. Then I looked up all the Triton or Neptune type fountains I could find.. (see other posts), and then I decided it might be down near Anzio (for a reason I don't know remember, something about a town name).

Find out where your fathers regiment was by getting their records, not sure how to do that in the states but in the UK you just go to the national archives in kew gardens, and you can get full access, the regiment will have day by day information on what your father did, it usually is an interesting read. My grandfather was in the RAF and its amazing what these guys had to endure early in the war.

I heard from a fairly reliable source that the fountain is in Piazza Cavour in Naples.

Not exactly northern Italy. Family lore confusion? Moved after the picture was taken? Who knows?

Edit: I just did a bit of googling. The fountain is right. Did is da place.

Oh, that's terrific.

Aha, the photo, from a website called s1.e-monsite.com -

Epilog: I wouldn't and didn't post any pictures of living people (except for me, and that's debatable). I spoke with my cousin this morning and got his permission to post pictures of him.

Here's one of my favorites. I'm three; he's six. We're in the country.

I think you are the orneriest looking little kid I've ever seen...

cute, too.

Let's just say that I had an idependent spirit. Thanks for the cute bit. I love dem braids.

Wot a goil

Look at those dimples!

Great photo.

What a terrific photograph, Roberta. Ha, you cheeky little thing!
I love it!



This is the cousin who still visits you? (What a kind face. He looks protective of you in this photograph. Not that you look like you would have required any defending, at all! )

Yes, olga, this is Howie. My next of kin. My eccentric aunt's younger son. One of the cousins who visits me.

well, that just got a big double awwwwwwwwww in this house

olga, I don't know how protective he felt. But he was definitely my big cousin. We spent a lot of time together. He amused me. He made up stories for me. I looked up to him. In retrospect, I think he may have looked up to me too. I say this now because of things he says now that I didn't know then.

Remembering stories Howie made up for me. The feet people. Big Toe McFoot, Isabel Corn, and Irving Callous. LOL. He has no memory of these stories. Glad my long-term memory is still operational.

Care to tell one of those stories, Roberta?

(I'm taking quite a shine to Howie. )

I'll tell you all I remember.

Intro: Howie's parents bought a summer house in Noo Joisey. Howie and I stayed there with our grandparents for the whole summer. Our parents came up on the weekends. He and I shared a room.

Howie's theory was that if you wiggle your toes on your pillow before you go to sleep, the smell from your feet would knock you out instantly. No tossing and turning. He wiggled his toes on his pillow every night. While he was doing this, he named some of his toes.

I laughed the whole time. He may have gone a bit further--some romance between Big Toe and Isabel. But Irving got in the way. Not sure about this.