My maternal grandfather came from Italy, and he was a self-taught man in the construction and masonry business. He paid cash for new construction equipment. My grandmother was his right-hand man. She took all business requests in her office, which was in the kitchen. Grandmother Esther would ride right along with my grandfather to view the job sites. She brewed fresh coffee as the workers arrived each morning. My grandparents never missed a day of work.
My paternal grandmother, like my maternal grandmother, believed in only one kind of restaurant -- good home cooking. Everything was worth the wait, especially homemade pies by my Grandmother Cecilia.
I give thanks every week for the grandparents I had.
They were strong, brave, proud and always completed their work. They taught me many, many things that books cannot teach you.
Because of my grandparents' hard labor and love for this country, they were able to help my mother's children live a dream. The dream was that their grandchildren would get an education.
My grandparents will always be my heroes. They always said you only get out of life what you put into it.
Maureen Glynn Wilson