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Amy, did you paint this?! It is amazing! And yes the house?has less windows now. It looked better back then I'm sure!
That beautiful porch used to run the length of the front of the house, put Archie closed the right side in to make a workshop for his father, a cobbler whose customers came and went from a door around the side. The wall has always been there and is there today. But now the entire porch is boxed in and the whole house is cut up into apartments. I based this scene on old photographs of 405 from about 1940. Angie looks out the window. Rosalie sits on the wall and watches Elaine roller-skate with Prince. Dino sits on porch. The large trees in front were King Crimson maples. On Oct 26, 2021, at 5:44 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Cool painting. Don’t remember the wall at the sidewalk or the fancy details on the porch.?
Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
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That beautiful porch used to run the length of the front of the house, put Archie closed the right side in to make a workshop for his father, a cobbler whose customers came and went from a door around the side. The wall has always been there and is there today. But now the entire porch is boxed in and the whole house is cut up into apartments. I based this scene on old photographs of 405 from about 1940. Angie looks out the window. Rosalie sits on the wall and watches Elaine roller-skate with Prince. Dino sits on porch. The large trees in front were King Crimson maples.
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On Oct 26, 2021, at 5:44 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Cool painting. Don’t remember the wall at the sidewalk or the fancy details on the porch.?
Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
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Cool painting. Don’t remember the wall at the sidewalk or the fancy details on the porch.?
Steve Ruggieri 414-630-2558
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Re: Christopher Michael Ruggieri
What a handsome boy! Love his name, too. Get some sleep when you can. Love, Elaine
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On Oct 6, 2021, at 8:32 AM, Michael Ruggieri < Mrugg285@...> wrote:
Thanks Steve and everyone. Christopher and Ashley are doing well, we are home as we learn how to become parents, lol.?
Here's some pics to start you morning. Oh goodness, he is so cute.? You guys must be thrilled.? Thanks for posting. Love, ?Dorothy? On Oct 5, 2021, at 7:27 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Michael (Tycho) Ruggieri Jr and his lovely wife, Ashley have added to our tribe. Young Christopher was born on September 30, 2021. All are doing well.
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Thanks Steve and everyone. Christopher and Ashley are doing well, we are home as we learn how to become parents, lol.?
Here's some pics to start you morning.
Oh goodness, he is so cute.? You guys must be thrilled.? Thanks for posting. Love, ?Dorothy? On Oct 5, 2021, at 7:27 PM, Steve Ruggieri via < sjrugged@...> wrote:
Michael (Tycho) Ruggieri Jr and his lovely wife, Ashley have added to our tribe. Young Christopher was born on September 30, 2021. All are doing well.
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Oh goodness, he is so cute. ?You guys must be thrilled. ?Thanks for posting.
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Michael (Tycho) Ruggieri Jr and his lovely wife, Ashley have added to our tribe. Young Christopher was born on September 30, 2021. All are doing well.
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Christopher Michael Ruggieri
Michael (Tycho) Ruggieri Jr and his lovely wife, Ashley have added to our tribe. Young Christopher was born on September 30, 2021. All are doing well.
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Copied from a messenger group on Facebook for those who do not use FB
Hi family…
Mary Lou Ruggieri passed away last night, peacefully with family surrounding her for the last week. 
Service will be held at Kennett Friends Meeting on Sept 26th @ 1pm with a celebration of life party to follow at the Pratola’s farm.
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?Sally, Remember “Key Largo” when Lauren Bacall tells Humphrey Bogart how to whistle: ?" You know how to whistle, don't you??You just put your lips together and blow.” ?I’ll have to check some files to why I used the whistle. I think it was while checking on Nigerian languages. Spellings were never the same. Clement Ogbomo, a Nigerian engineer and husband of a caretaker nearby, read my book for accuracy. The errors he found were more in English punctuation, so cheers for Nigerian educators who teach strict grammar.
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Objective correlative The whistle I have always taught my students not to “force a confession out of the poem.” But that’s what I do. ?I can’t help myself. ?When a writer uses a specific object (the afghan) several times, she wants to convey a secret message to the few who will get it. I did not get the “whistle” but I know it is there. So I cheat. ?I research. Sure enough! There is a certain moral in the story it is:?hat one should not sacrifice or spend too much of their time or money on things that are not worth it. "if you need me just blow the whistle and i'll come to you". The Whistle, a Letter by Benjamin Franklin. ... An illustration for the story?The Whistle?by the author Benjamin Franklin. TO MADAME BRILLON.
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Objective correlative The whistle I have always taught my students not to “force a confession out of the poem.” But that’s what I do. ?I can’t help myself. ?When a writer uses a specific object (the afghan) several times, she wants to convey a secret message to the few who will get it. I did not get the “whistle” but I know it is there. So I cheat. ?I research. Sure enough! There is a certain moral in the story it is:?hat one should not sacrifice or spend too much of their time or money on things that are not worth it. "if you need me just blow the whistle and i'll come to you". The Whistle, a Letter by Benjamin Franklin. ... An illustration for the story?The Whistle?by the author Benjamin Franklin. TO MADAME BRILLON.
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On Aug 7, 2021, at 11:50 AM, Dorothy Mehl via < dhmehl@...> wrote:
Okay, guys, I’m sort of bringing up the rear on this book, but I’m almost finished. ?I am reading it slowly both because of necessity and preference. ?I’ve had lots of company and other stuff going on. But also, if I really like a book, I like to live with it. ?One way is to read it really fast and then go back and read it again. ?The other is to read it slowly and think about it as I go along—which is what I am doing with Retreat at St Jerome. ?What I would love to do is form a little group of us who want to discuss the book. ?We can email our thoughts and comments to others within the group—talk back and forth. ?I’d be happy to start things off. We may even get the author to join in!! ? If interested, send me a personal email < dhmehl@...>? ?Dorothy
Lovely, Sally. Thanks for writing it down for us. ElaineOn Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier < sastier@...> wrote:
My proustian ?madeleine The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?
Intertextuality “We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Okay, guys, I’m sort of bringing up the rear on this book, but I’m almost finished. ?I am reading it slowly both because of necessity and preference. ?I’ve had lots of company and other stuff going on. But also, if I really like a book, I like to live with it. ?One way is to read it really fast and then go back and read it again. ?The other is to read it slowly and think about it as I go along—which is what I am doing with Retreat at St Jerome. ?What I would love to do is form a little group of us who want to discuss the book. ?We can email our thoughts and comments to others within the group—talk back and forth. ?I’d be happy to start things off. We may even get the author to join in!! ? If interested, send me a personal email < dhmehl@...>?
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Lovely, Sally. Thanks for writing it down for us. ElaineOn Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier < sastier@...> wrote:
My proustian ?madeleine The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?
Intertextuality “We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Lovely, Sally. Thanks for writing it down for us. Elaine
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On Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier < sastier@...> wrote:
My proustian ?madeleine The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?
Intertextuality “We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Afghan and Francesca (corrected)
My proustian ?madeleine...The afghan brought memories rushing. One of my fondest remembrances ?of things past was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand- knit afghan that Angie had so proudly made for her.?
Intertextuality “We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Hello Aunt Elaine,
Lori is half way through the book
and she is really enjoying it.
We hope to see you soon.
John & Lori
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From: Elaine Ruggieri <elaineruggieri@...>
To: lafamigliaruggieri < [email protected]>
Sent: Sat, Jul 31, 2021 4:19 pm
Subject: Re: [lafamigliaruggieri] Francesco and afghan
Sally, so glad you read the book. I couldn’t finish the novel until I saw the ending. So in romance novel speak, it’s an HFN (Happy For Now) story.
I have several of those afghans Mom made. My favorite is on my bed all winter.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Aunt Ronnie’s faith carried her through that loss. I wish I had it.
Love, Elaine
On Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier < sastier@...> wrote:
My proustian ?madeleine
The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?
Intertextuality
“We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her
passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Sally, so glad you read the book. I couldn’t finish the novel until I saw the ending. So in romance novel speak, it’s an HFN (Happy For Now) story.
I have several of those afghans Mom made. My favorite is on my bed all winter.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Aunt Ronnie’s faith carried her through that loss. I wish I had it.
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On Jul 31, 2021, at 4:07 PM, Sally Stier < sastier@...> wrote:
My proustian ?madeleine The afghan brought memories rushing. ?My fondest remembrance was of a bridal shower Joy hosted for Laura. ?Rosalie presented Laura with a hand knit afghan that Angie so proudly had made for her.?
Intertextuality “We are sensible people.” ?The Francesca who gave way to her passion according to the Poet suffers?infernale bufera.?Your Francesca for now is safe. ?Will she make a trip to Rome?
Death of a child changes life forever. ?Joey’s death left a wordless void.
To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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Hi Elaine,
I saw your post last week on the lafamiglia site and immediately ordered your book from Amazon.? So glad I did--not just for the book itself but the opportunity now of connecting with each other.? When else would we have done that?,?
I'm sure Rita would like a copy.? Her address is Rita Leistritz, 138? 49th Street East, West Fargo, ND? 58078.
Thankfully my family is well and thriving.? Daughter Sue and husband, Joe, have 3 kids.? Oldest, Katie. is off to Washington & Jefferson College to study biology.? (One of Katie's closest friends is going to Bucknell!)? Next daughter Angela will be a sophomore and youngest, Michael will be going into 7th grade.? Son Richard and wife Lindsy have 2 kids.? Lucas will be in 5th grade, Aubrey will be in 3rd.? We are fortunate that both families live within 15 minutes of us so we are pretty much up their asses all the time.? I make no apologies for that, by the way!
After we sold the catering business, Bill and I moved to West Grove to a 55 and older community.? All single homes and general maintenance like grass cutting and snow removal are done for us.? Nice.? Sue's kids go to Avon Grove where the education is top notch.? Much improved, I think, since our school days in Kennett.? Sue and Lindsy both teach in the Avon Grove School District.? Richard's kids go the Oxford School District.? I'll not comment on that yet.
I'm sure you miss Lonie.? She certainly kept things happening with the Ruggieri crowd.? Just sad when you think that we are the oldest generation in our family.? That's true with me and Mom's side of the family.? With the exception of one aunt who was married to my Uncle Charlie, I am in the oldest generation in the Pesce/Ferraro group.
When Bill and I sold the catering business, we moved to West Grove-a 55 and older community where they cut your grass and shovel snow!? Nice.? We are both in relatively good health--normal aging aches and pains.
Best of luck with book sales.? Stay in touch!
Linda
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From: Elaine Ruggieri <elaineruggieri@...>
To: lafamigliaruggieri < [email protected]>
Sent: Fri, Jul 23, 2021 6:56 pm
Subject: Re: [lafamigliaruggieri] BRAVO ELAINE!
Linda, so good to hear from you.
You are the first person outside of pre-readers, etc. to have read the book through to the end—and liked the humor. I’m so happy to hear your comments. How did you get the word? I asked Sally for your email. If you think Rita would like a copy, I would send her one gratis. It’s a Ruggieri legacy from me - sounds presumptuous, but I feel even if they don’t like the book, the Ruggieri name is on it.
It is fiction, but I guess I didn’t disguise Kennett very well. I still brag about growing up there, the Kennett Consolidated School and the education I got there, etc. And, the people. Amy and I visited about three years ago, and she couldn’t get over how nice everyone was - even the young priest. No scary Father Craine.
How’s your family? Everyone healthy and happy?
At this very second, all’s well with my daughters and their families. We need Lonie to have another reunion (whom I miss a lot), but I hope I get to see you on one my infrequent trips to Kennett.
Thrilled you wrote. Love, Elaine
On Jul 23, 2021, at 6:30 PM, Linda Ruggieri Johnson via < ljohnson1137@...> wrote:
Just to let you know that I've read your book and enjoyed it very much.? A couple of the "characters" were so recognizable that I laughed out loud a couple of times.? And, of course, your description of Penn Square was spot on.? ?Congratulations and I look forward to the sequel when Francie makes that trip to Rome!
Linda
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From: Elaine Ruggieri <elaineruggieri@...>
To: lafamigliaruggieri < [email protected]>
Sent: Fri, Jul 23, 2021 6:56 pm
Subject: Re: [lafamigliaruggieri] BRAVO ELAINE!
Linda, so good to hear from you.
You are the first person outside of pre-readers, etc. to have read the book through to the end—and liked the humor. I’m so happy to hear your comments. How did you get the word? I asked Sally for your email. If you think Rita would like a copy, I would send her one gratis. It’s a Ruggieri legacy from me - sounds presumptuous, but I feel even if they don’t like the book, the Ruggieri name is on it.
It is fiction, but I guess I didn’t disguise Kennett very well. I still brag about growing up there, the Kennett Consolidated School and the education I got there, etc. And, the people. Amy and I visited about three years ago, and she couldn’t get over how nice everyone was - even the young priest. No scary Father Craine.
How’s your family? Everyone healthy and happy?
At this very second, all’s well with my daughters and their families. We need Lonie to have another reunion (whom I miss a lot), but I hope I get to see you on one my infrequent trips to Kennett.
Thrilled you wrote. Love, Elaine
On Jul 23, 2021, at 6:30 PM, Linda Ruggieri Johnson via < ljohnson1137@...> wrote:
Just to let you know that I've read your book and enjoyed it very much.? A couple of the "characters" were so recognizable that I laughed out loud a couple of times.? And, of course, your description of Penn Square was spot on.? ?Congratulations and I look forward to the sequel when Francie makes that trip to Rome!
Linda
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