Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Dreams Of A Happy Mother’s Day


Drawn by Susan

  DREAMS OF A HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
(In memory of My Mother, Helen Fischetti)

Dreams of a Mother’s past
A life that did not last
Your death took you away
I had something to say

Revisit another time
When Mother’s love was mine
Only to be found
Homeward bound

Yet in the nights’ air
In my dreams you are there
The love I thought burned
Tonight has returned

Feelings gone from sight
Seen in darkness of the night
A guiding light beams
Mother into my dreams

And I can have my say
To wish you a Happy Mother’s Day!

Susan Marie Davniero

(Published The Poet's Art
& Great South Bay)


Teresa, Susan and Laura
Mom's House Ridge, LI 



LONG STORY SHORT:

POETRY PAGE

~~~~
LOVE HAS NO FAVORITES
by Helen Fischetti


Love has no favorites 
Anyone can try 
Love pays no never mind 
Never ask you why 

Love has no favorites 
Winter, spring or fall 
Love comes at any time 
Anytime at all 

One magic moment it takes 
Be ready for Cupid sakes 
With an enchanting glance 
Will bring your big romance 

When you seek a Valentine 
Keep this thought in view 
Love has no favorites 
It’s all up to you

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This poem was written by Helen Fischetti and is submitted by her daughter, Susan Marie Davniero (Fischetti) in memory of her mother. 

Mother's  Last Virgin Mary Statue


MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN

Published Pancakes In Heaven 


My mother, Helen Fischetti, is never far from my thoughts, although she passed away many years ago. 

I remember when Mom in her golden years retired and widowed. To cheer Mom my sister and I often would give her white Blessed Mother statues in a bed of white flowers. Flowers also seem to fit the occasion for holidays, birthdays and then at last in her hospital room during her terminal illness.

Mother rested during her illness comforted by a shrine of Blessed Virgin Mary pure white statues. Mother prayers to the Blessed Mother were her solace – she was never alone with the Blessed Mother beside her. Alas, Mother’s passing was in her bedroom next to the bureau with the Blessed Mother pure white ceramic statue..

I recall one week after Mother’s passing during my mourning; my faith was awakened one morning. This one morning I walked to the rubbish to discard trash, when something caught my eye – it was an immaculate pure white Blessed Mother statue glistening in the sunlight erect on top of the trash can! I like to believe this was a divine message from Heaven sent by my beloved departed Mother, Helen Fischetti.

To this day, the Blessed Mother statue, that I found, sits proudly on my bureau in our home besides Mother’s photograph. I feel Mom is always with me. Perhaps, my mother’s prayers to the Blessed Mother were answered after all.

 written by Susan Marie Davniero


 Photo of the Virgin Mary Statue in my Mother's last bedroom






Helen Fischetti, 1944

Helen Fischetti, 1945 
Published Long Story Short


Mom’s Gift With Us - Helen Fischetti And Her Family,
Published w/Story Long story Short 

IN MEMORY OF HELEN FISCHETTI
by Susan Marie Davniero

I hear my Mother playing the piano. Motherhood was an art to my Mother, Helen Fischetti. My mother, Helen Fischetti, was very talented in writing music, plays and poetry. My mother worked full time as a Bank Branch Manager. Her hobbies also included designing and sewing clothes, reading novels and playing the piano. A woman of many words? she wrote the songs. All the sounds of talent danced around her.





Happy Mother’s Day, Gig!
To my mother-in-law  
(Published The Pink Chameleon, Long Story Short, Act 2 Newsday)

I was newly married to her son and took charge of buying “our gifts” for holidays. I remember our first Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law - an engraved tea cup set for display. Unaccustomed to real gifts from her son, Bob (Bob always gave money gifts inserted in cards rather than actually buying something.) Gig was happily surprised “A gift from Bob…how lovely.” 

On our next visit I found our gift proudly displayed on her bedroom dresser. Ever since that first Mother’s Day gift she always graciously thanked us for our gifts, as the proper hostess she was.  

I wasn’t always as gracious often exchanging her gifts for something else. Looking back now I realize I wasn’t always the best daughter-in-law. I always gave Gig cards adorned by cats, thoughtlessly because I loved cats, even though Gig didn’t.

Throughout our marriage, as customary for the wife, I continued to do all the holiday planning. Bob and I often celebrated holiday’s dinners with long visits at my parent’s house while Gig’s holiday visits were brief morning breakfasts. And when I was at her house I wasn’t the best guest, often monopolizing the conversation, and she silently smiled and just listened. Bob, as the compliant obliging husband accepted whatever I decided for our holiday plans.

My mother-in-law is gone now, yet I will always remember how she and my mother conspire to plot arranging her son, Bob, to phone me for a date. 

Suddenly it’s 1979 and Gig’s son phoned. It was the blind date that changed my life. We met at Gig’s house. There Gig stood at the front door to welcome me. It was the first time I met her, too. Looking at this comely woman, smiling as her blue eyes glisten beneath a pile of blonde bouffant hair framing a natural pretty face, my thoughts swirled “How can this blond woman be my Italian’s date’s mother?”  

With that greeting, she steps aside to allow her son to meet his blind date. It was the beginning of her stepping aside to make room for us in her busy active life. At that time, divorced from Bob’s father and remarried she often traveled with her new husband. In fact she barely made our wedding, in between her many vacation trips, and wore a gown from her cruise as mother-of-the- groom.  

Gig was very sociable and loved to entertain her extended family. Although there was always room and a place setting for us, I often felt like an outsider being accustom to my parents special attention given us. As a result I often turned down her many invitations on behalf of Bob and me. Yet, Bob was not forgotten as Gig always had “the black/white cookies Bob loves…just for Bob” as part of her desert spread, remembered us on all special occasions and accepted whatever time we gave her.  

Many years have passed since 1979 as Gig was now widowed, living in a retirement community, and struck by cancer. The diagnosis was not good. Yet when remission set in and stalled the deadly process we planned Mother’s Day. Our gift that year was our invitation to take her out for Mother’s Day dinner at Chateau Lamer. 

As usual Gig graciously accepted our gift, although this gift seems to genuinely excite her and told family members “Bob and Susan are taking me out for Mother’s Day…” 

Alas, it was to be our last Mother’s Day gift to her. Gig died the following Sunday morning on Mother’s Day, May 12, 2001. We never really gave her that last gift. This memoir is my belated Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law, Gig (Gertrude Davniero-Ellison). Happy Mother’s Day, Gig.

 by Susan Marie Davniero  



Published Act 2 Newsday 
Happy Mother’s-in-Law Day, Gig!
(In memory of Gertrude Ellison)

I was newly married to her son and took charge of buying “our” gifts for friends and family. I remember our first Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law - an engraved tea cup set for display. Unaccustomed to real gifts from her son, Bob (Bob always gave cash inserted in gift cards rather than actually buying something.) Gig was happily surprised “A gift from Bob…that's different...How lovely the cup is...” she explained upon unwrapping her present.

On our next visit I saw our gift, the tea cup set, proudly displayed on her bedroom dresser. Ever since that first Mother’s Day gift she always graciously thanked us for our gifts, and usually put them on display. Our gifts were not ignored.

I wasn’t always as gracious as Gig often exchanging her gifts for something else. Looking back now I realize I could have been a better daughter-in-law. I often would give Gig cards adorned by cats, because I loved cats, although Gig didn’t.

Throughout our marriage, as customary for the wife, I did all of the holiday planning. Bob and I often celebrated holiday’s dinners with long visits at my parent’s home while Gig’s holiday visits were brief morning breakfasts at her house.

My mother-in-law lived with her husband in Seaford only a few miles from our Lindenhurst LI home and yet there was enough of a distance to keep me away. And when I was at her house I wasn’t the best guest, often monopolizing the conversation, while she silently smiled and listened. 

My mother-in-law is gone now, yet I will always remember how she and my mother conspire to meet, plotting to arrange her son, Bob, to phone me for a blind date.

Suddenly it’s 1979 and Gig’s son phoned. It was the blind date that changed my life. We met at Gig’s house. There Gig stood at the front door to welcome me. It was the first time I met her, too. I recall looking at this comely woman, smiling at mesa her blue eyes glisten beneath a pile of blonde bouffant hair framing natural pretty face, my thoughts swirled thinking; “How can this blond woman be my Italian’s date’s mother?”
  
With that greeting, she steps aside to allow her son to meet his blind date. It was the beginning of her stepping aside to make room for us in her busy active life. At that time, divorced from Bob’s father and remarried she often traveled with her new husband. In fact she barely made our wedding and wore a gown from her cruise as mother-of-the- groom. Yet her house was always open to me...my Wedding Shower was held at her house and Bob and I married at her church.

After we married I soon realize Gig was very sociable and loved to entertain her extended family. Although there was always room and place settings for us, I prefer visits at my parents’ home, the house I grew up in. As a result I often turned down her many invitations on behalf of Bob and me. Yet, Bob was not forgotten as Gig always had “the black/white cookies Bob loves…just for Bob “as part of her desert spread.

Many years have passed since 1979 to find Gig now widowed. If I could I would apologize to my mother-in-law today for avoiding her home. Even if she had lived it would be too little too late for the hurt I must of caused her.

After her husband passed away she sold the large two-story home and moved into a Townhouse part of the retirement village. Soon after Gig was struck by cancer and the diagnosis was not good. Yet when remission set in and stalled the deadly process we planned Mother’s Day.

Our gift that year was our dinner invitation to take her out on Mother’s Day at Chateau Lamer. As usual Gig graciously accepted our gift, although this gift seemed to genuinely excite her and she told family members “Bob and Susan are taking me out for Mother’s Day…”

It would have been our last Mother’s Day gift to her. Alas, Gig died the next morning on Mother’s Day, May 11, 2001. We never really gave her that last gift. This memoir is my belated Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law, Gig (Gertrude Davniero-Ellison). Happy Mother’s Day, Gig!

Susan Marie Davniero



























Sinatra Sundays

Dedicated to Mother-in-law Gig


 Sundays’ visits I can recall

Dinners at my mother-in-law

My husband’s mother back then

She’s cooking in the kitchen

To radio songs from her heyday

On WHLI Sinatra Sundays


That was then

This is now when

Sundays’ drive my husband reminisce

Saying “My mom listened to this…”

He turns the radio on to play

On WHLI its Sinatra Sunday

Written by Susan Marie Davniero



Mom, Helen Cioffi - Fischetti

MY MOTHER’S SONGS 
(Published Great South Bay Magazine)

My Mother’s songs
Her music belongs
The lyrics known
For her to own

Writing the verses
As songs emerges
Hear, so shall be
My Mother’s melody

As we listen to
Her musical menu
Forever long
My Mother’s songs


Susan Marie Davniero





My Mother’s Songs 

Published Great South Bay
by Susan Marie Davniero


February 

My mother’s songs
Her music belongs
The lyrics known
For her to own

Writing the verses
As songs emerges
Hear, so shall be
My mother’s melody

As we listen to
Her musical menu
Forever long
My mother’s songs 

by Susan Marie Davniero



A MOTHER’S LOVE
Published Great South Bay

A Mother’s love smothers
Hugs the world all over
So proud of my mother
Who always goes farther
Giving is not a bother
Taking care of others
Happy Mother’s Day, Mother


Susan Marie Davniero  




My Mother, Helen Fischetti 1944
MY STORY
GOODNIGHT MOTHER 
In Memory of My Mother, Helen Fischetti
(Published Coffee-Ground Breakfast)  


By way of remembrance of my beloved Mother (Helen Fischetti,) who passed away few years ago, I seek solace of Mother’s absence on Mother’s Day.

Mother had a sense of being in all that she did, be it her career in banking, her talents in writing music, her fashion in dress designer or retreating into book reading.  Greeting Mother for a good night kiss, I could often find Mother resting with a book prior to a welcome nights slumber in course of a long day at work, alongside Father.  The darkness of night was illuminated on the pages by a strategic compact bed lamp Father hinged onto the bed post.  Father lovingly adapt and slept by shimmering quiet glare of the bed lamp (not to deprive Mother of a good book) as the light was shut only when the book was. 

Mother also wrote a flood of her own words. Her reading had given her words to spare. Mother was an amateur writer of her own adaptations of literary verse, narrative renditions of songs, theatrical plays or short stories, in her lilt of the language. Often I reconcile my ambivalence towards Mother by sharing writings with her. Yet, her plans to be published had not gone beyond her words, as her works went unpublished and came to be her remorse in life as Mother confronted the last chapter of her life brought on by a terminal cancer.

As Mother’s resilience to her illness weaken, my older sister, Teresa bounded a collection of Mother’s varied writings (music, plays, short stories) in a computer paradigm and book prototype, in which copies were produced to distribute to myself and my twin, Laura.  Mother was to be contented with her makeshift “published book” of her works, as her mournful countenance in the final chapter of her life.  Alas, the book closed and the light was shut as she passed on.

In gesture of Mother’s passing, I greeted Mother for one last goodnight kiss. The past revisited me as I was sadly amiss as Mother rested without a book. Prepared against the eventuality of her passing, I search for the words I wanted as I sought to challenge the finality of her life in her own words – found in her book.  I placed Mother’s book with her. And I prayed, shall Mother forevermore read in the dark, enlightened by incandescent eternal light.  Goodnight Mother.

Susan Marie (Fischetti) Davniero



MOM'S BIRTHDAY
AUGUST 25, 1988



Mom with her daughters, Laura, Teresa, Susan


​​
Mom's Birthday Pillow
Published Pancakes In Heaven

At Mom's we gather
My sisters and I together
Giving a gift from our heart
Mom's caricature art
Portrayal drawing to show 
Mom's Birthday pillow
Decorating for display 
On Mom's birthday

Susan Marie Davniero


 For You, Mother

From that September morn
The day I was born
Everlasting and true
I loved you
My love forever
For you, mother 

Susan Marie Davniero

Remembering Mother’s Day

Mother and child bond
A mother’s love so fond
Sent from the Heavens above
Wrapped in a blanket of love
Remembering Mother’s Day
In a sentimental way

Susan Marie Davniero





MIRROR, MIRROR
(Published Write On)

Mirror, mirror
I draw nearer
Looking glass
View my past

An image trace
Of my Mother’s face
Daughters hope to cover
The face of Mother

Eternal question occur
Nature versus nurture
Tell sisters and brothers
Daughters become their mothers

My future is nearer
Mirror, mirror
Whom do I see
If not thee

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
I am my Mother
After all


A  Mother’s Tears

Some women are strong when they love. They give until it hurts and give even more.  These women pick themselves up when they fall. They ask for no help, choosing to do it themselves and stand alone needing no one. And yet they need everyone to need them. Without giving to others they would be lost in a shallow world of selfishness and self-pity.
At times they are often quick to anger in their struggles. Yet, this does not stop their forever giving of themselves to others.

These are the women who have nurtured and raised the children. They ask for no thanks. Do not worship them for they are not divine.

They are not known to cry – crying is for the timid and weak. It is that love from giving that supports their strength.  Their place is not with the unloved.

These are the women called mother. Mother's Day is the reason why it would feel good to cry 

All Mothers should be remembered – not just your own.

Susan Marie Davniero
A  Mother’s Tears

Some women are strong
Loving right or wrong
Giving until it hurts
Forgiving and forgets
Picking themselves up
When they fall or trip
They do not cry sweet
Crying is for the weak
Strong to stand tall
Doing it all
Never to stop giving
Forever they’re living
Not living for themselves
This is their wealth
To nurture and caring for others
These women are called mothers.
Mother’s day a reason why
It would feel good to cry

By Susan Marie Davniero



SEALED WITH A KISS  SWAK

by Susan Marie Davniero
Published Long Story Short Issue


At eighteen I vacation away from home 

On the roadway free to roam 
Pack luggage with best friend Marge

Destination was Florida at large

Mom's loving letters from home wrote 

Writing "SWAK" on her envelopes

Another love letter meant more to me 

Sent by Bob, my husband to be 

Bob's words of love spoke

"Marry Me?" - was all he wrote 



Susan Marie Davniero



Mom’s SWAK Envelope, Credit: Susan Marie Davniero





Graduation Day

You have graduated
You're on your way
Good luck to you
Set your goals high
Reach for the sky
May dreams come true 
Good luck to you

by Helen Fischetti  


Susan Marie Davniero







Obituaries: Farmingdale Observer - May 19, 2001


www.antonnews.com/farmingdaleobserver/2001/05/18/obituaries/Cached
May 19, 2001 – Gertrude Ellison (nee Savoldy), of Bethpage, died on May 12, 2001. Wife of the late Alfred. Mother of Audrey Hutnick, Robert Davniero (Susan), ...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY GIG!
(To my mother-in-law)
Published Pancakes in Heaven

 I was newly married to her son and took charge of buying “our” gifts for friends and family. I remember our first Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law - an engraved tea cup set for display. Unaccustomed to real gifts from her son, Bob (Bob always gave cash inserted in cards rather than actually buying something.) Gig was happily surprised “A gift from Bob…how lovely” she explained upon receiving present. Days later I found our gift proudly displayed on her bedroom dresser. Ever since that first Mother’s Day gift she always graciously thanked us for our gifts, as the proper lady she was.
I wasn’t always as gracious as Gig often exchanging her gifts for something else. Looking back now I realize I could have been a better daughter-in-law. I thoughtlessly gave Gig cards adorned by cats, because I loved cats, and Gig didn’t.
Throughout our marriage, as customary for the wife, I did all of the holiday planning. Bob and I often celebrated holiday’s dinners with long visits at my parent’s home while Gig’s holiday visits were brief morning breakfasts at her house. And when I was at her house I wasn’t the best guest, often monopolizing the conversation, and she silently smiled and just listened. Bob, as the compliant obliging husband accepted whatever I decided for our holiday plans.
My mother-in-law is gone now, yet I will always remember how she and my mother conspire to plot arranging her son, Bob, to phone me for a blind date. Suddenly it’s 1979 and Gig’s son phoned. It was the blind date that changed my life. We met at Gig’s house. There Gig stood at the front door to welcome me. It was the first time I met her, too. I recall looking at this comely woman, smiling at me as her blue eyes glisten beneath a pile of blonde bouffant hair framing a natural pretty face, my thoughts swirled thinking; “How can this blond woman be my Italian’s date’s mother?”
With that greeting, she steps aside to allow her son to meet his blind date. It was the beginning of her stepping aside to make room for us in her busy active life. At that time, divorced from Bob’s father and remarried she often traveled with her new husband. In fact she barely made our wedding and wore a gown from her cruise as mother-of-the- groom.
Gig was very sociable and loved to entertain her extended family. Although there was always room and place settings for us, I often felt like an outsider being accustomed to my parents’ special attention given us. As a result I often turned down her many invitations on behalf of Bob and me. Yet, Bob was not forgotten as Gig always had “the black/white cookies Bob loves…just for Bob” as part of her desert spread.
Many years have passed since 1979 as Gig was now widowed, living in a retirement community, and struck by cancer. The diagnosis was not good. Yet when remission set in and stalled the deadly process we planned Mother’s Day. Our gift that year was our invitation to take her out for Mother’s Day dinner at Chateau Lamer. As usual Gig graciously accepted our gift, although this gift seemed to genuinely excite her and she told family members “Bob and Susan are taking me out for Mother’s Day…”
Alas, it would have been our last Mother’s Day gift to her. Gig died the following Sunday morning befittingly on Mother’s Day, May 12, 2001. We never really gave her that last gift. This memoir is my belated Mother’s Day gift to my mother-in-law, Gig (Gertrude Davniero-Ellison) HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, GIG!


Written By: Susan Marie Davniero


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Drawn by Susan



Helen Cioffi Fischetti Memorial





Birth: Aug. 25, 1925
Death: Mar. 14, 1995


Family links:
Parents:
Joseph Cioffi (1897 - 1967)
Theresa Cardone Cioffi (1904 - 1957)

Spouse:
Gerard J Fischetti (1917 - 1983)

TEC 3, US ARMY
Burial:Calverton National Cemetery
Calverton
Suffolk County
New York, USA
Plot: 10, 0, 2049

Imported from: US Veteran's Affairs
Record added: Feb 25, 2000
Find A Grave Memorial# 649938




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