Eat at DeVito's

On Memorial Day June 6 from Bilbo.

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that I have seen,

of meadow flowers and butterflies

in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

that I have never seen:

in every wood, in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times that were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at my door.

Bilbo Baggins

Joe Taffe shares a memory of Big Vince

From Joe Taffe, Waverly friend of all the DeVito Kids.

I am terminally stymied on posting a story to the blog . . . Need the help of a teenagers!!

Mine is from the great 1987 trip following the catastrophe to Waverly and Athens for the Festival and just hitting the airport, borrowing a car and showing up at the lake and visiting and pitching a tent in the side yard. Good night of visiting (under the circumstances) and Elaine and I crawled off to bed. In the morning with all the mayhem and family and friends and grandkids, the was Vince Sr. taking pictures of what he thought was most interesting which was our tent pitched in his yard as he invited us in for breakfast. One of a kind. My heart holds extra love for you during this time take it and be well.

From Susie

From our cousin Susan Henne Morabito

Dear DeVito Family,

It is with a heavy heart that I celebrate you father's passing. He is the last of my relatives from his generation that has passed. With his passing I must also experience my own mortality. Would I do anything different with my life?
What a wonderful man my Uncle Vince was with a heart as big as the world. I fondly rememeber how he always greeted me with his big smile, and gentle words "how are you Susie?" with such genuine inquiry that it boosted me up and made my day. I will always remember my visits to my cousins in southern Ohio. I loved when my Uncle Vince would make his famous pizza, even if he wisked my cousin Vicky away from me to make the dough. The pizza was almost the best culinary experience in the world, with the exception of my Aunt Jeanne 's lasagna. Nothing could top that.

For some reason, I rem ember my Uncle using his favorite nick-name for Vince Jr. 'Boomer'. What are you up to 'Boomer'? Water skiing on the lake was also one of my fondest memories. My Aunt Jeanne was like a second Mom to me and my Uncle Vince never hesitated to share his house, family and love with me.

Peace be with us all; may we take time to stop and acknowledge the important times and people in our lives. I wish I had taken the time to come to the memorial but time dances too quickly for me.

I would love to give each and everyone of you a big hug.
Love, Susie