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Wedding Party
Susan and Robert July 1st 1979 |
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| Wedding Day July 10 1945 Mom and Dad Helen and Gerard Fischetti |
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Fischetti Girls
Teresa, Susan and Laura
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MY HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK
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| Susan Yearbook Photo Berner High School HS 1971 |
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| Laura Yearbook Photo Berner High School HS 1971 |
Bob's Yearbook Photo
Holy Cross HS
1969
BOB’S HIGH SCHOOL DAYS
(At Holy Cross HS)
To my husband Robert Davniero
(Published Pancakes in Heaven, Poet's Art Magazines w/photos)
At Holy Cross he comes to depend
As if it was his best of friend
Faithful High School of command
Rises above he will stand
Tuition befalls on his parent’s concern
His boyish thoughts are to learn
Faculty’s lessons to fill his need
As he follows guidance to succeed
Knowledge rewards build to acquire
To store away for this young squire
Beyond the wealth of books for some
He plays sports ballgames to be won
His term of school years forward on to date
With honorable degree he proudly graduates
Bygone High School days are of the past
Yet, the memories found today still last
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
The Family Tree
Published Great South Bay Magazine
by Susan Marie Davniero
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It’s a family matter
When the relatives gather
Around the table together
Holidays, birthdays or whenever
We’re all part of the family tree
As branches stem from its legacy
Nurtured to bud and plant a seed
To spur and root a new tree
From around the table they sow
The family tree life circle to
grow
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Laura, Teresa and Susan Sheepshead Park |
| Susan's Drawing Teresa, Laura and Susan |
The Pendulum Swings
Published Creations Magazine, Pancakes in Heaven, Long Story Short
Published with Photo
Published Creations Magazine, Pancakes in Heaven, Long Story Short
Published with Photo
From dawn
to sunset brings
The
pendulum of life swings
It was once
upon a time
Of swings
and nursery rhythms
Young girls
at Sheepshead Park
On the
swings until it got dark
Flying high
chasing the clouds
My
childhood days allowed
As I look
back on yesterday
The
pendulum swings the other way
By sweeping
fallen leaves away
I long to
swing again today
Susan Marie
Davniero
| Susan Rock n Roll Days |
My
Rock and Roll Days
Published Coffee Grounds Magazine, Pink Chameleon w/photo
I
remember my rock n roll days listening to discs spinning on record players. I
scattered records all over the floor by the record player plywood box. It seems
my life thru the ages is always spinning around like a record disc.I remember
how it all started with the first single record Dad brought home to his three
pre-teen daughters which was that summer hit novelty song of 1960 "She Wore an Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie
Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.”
By
the year 1965 as a teenager, we moved to Massapequa, Long Island where I grew to
love records even more. I decided I would buy with my allowance – a Beatles Hard Day’s Night album because I just
sang along with the movie at the drive-in. I took the public bus with my friend,
Mary, to Bar Harbor Shopping but when I reached Grants Dept. Store, the clerk
tells me the album was sold out. Reluctantly I selected another Beatles album
that was just released “Rubber Soul,,”
because the Beatles looked cute on
the cover.
When I overheard Dad singing from the basement where he was working
crooning along to Rubber Soul songs; “It’s Only Love” “Norwegian Wood“, and “I’m
Looking Through You,” I came to love the album and didn’t regret the
substitution after all.
Becoming young women during early 70’s my twin sister and I did our
calisthenics’ exercises rolling around on the floor to the beat of records hits
of the day spinning such as “Young Girl”
“This Guys In love with You”, Spooky and “Girl Watcher” as motivation to
keep in shape. Doing knee bends, jumping jacks, and toe touching was fund moving
with the beat. Another blast from the past was my new car radio playing records.
When I drove my first car, Chevy Vega, the music blasted from the FM/AM Radio I
sang along driving down Sunrise Highway to songs like “I am Woman” song by Helen Reddy.. I still have the record 45 today
and I’m still singing along.
Records continued to record my life…when I became engaged to my
soon-to-be husband, Bob Davniero, my mother search and brought the oldie hit
“Bobbie’s Girl.” I have 45 record today along my 45 disc collection stored under
the bed in a circular case. Records have joined my husband and I together. Today
my husband’s records albums, such as Jimmi Hendrix, and my albums, like Carole
King Tapestry, are stores together
under a record player stereo that his mother gave us on our wedding shower over
30 years ago. The stereo still works and so does the marriage.
When we were engaged planning our formal wedding, Bob chose an Elvis
ballad “The Wonder of You” we heard
on the radio as our wedding song. Of course I still have the record.
Our lives together are forever spinning around like a record – sometimes
our lives is a hit and other times there’s the flip side – but we just keep on
playing along singing our song. I find the music lives on – the songs from my
records I didn’t forget – the party isn’t over yet. The beat goes
on…
written by Susan Marie Davniero
Looking
for Diamonds
By Susan
Marie Davniero
It was on a crowded Brooklyn street
when my sister dropped her contact lens. It was one of those Sundays at our
Grandparents. Dad drove the family from our Cap Code Massapequa family home to
my Grandparents three story Victorian Brooklyn home nestled between two
apartment buildings. Grandpa tried saving a parking space for Dad with his
garbage can but the can was always pushed aside for someone else’s parking
space by the time we arrived.
My twin sister was
growing up at 14 but it was older sister, Teresa at 16, a young lady now and
wanted contact eyes to replace her school age glasses. She wore her contacts to
look grown up for our Grandparents who loving tease; “Barely recognized this young beautiful lady (with contact lens..bella..”
After our afternoon authentic
Italian meal by my Italian born Grandmother the sun invited us “young people” my
sisters and our cousins to take a walk. Apparently my older sister was still
adapting to her contact lens when she turning a corner by a Drug Store and one
of the lens popped out.
It seemed hopeless to find a clear lens almost
invisible on a contact sidewalk. A couple strolled by noticing how anxious in
search for something of value the man asked “What
did you lose – a diamond?” And he bends down helping to look. When we reply
it was a contact lens he lost interest and promptly walked away.
As we continued the
search looking for a clear lens my thought wander back to the winter when we
were little girls playing in the snow. My older sister and I would look for “diamonds
in the snow” made from ice. I always
found the most ice diamonds and I knew I could find the ‘diamond” again.
Suddenly it appears
to me - the clear lens sparkling like a diamond from the sunlight lying
on the sidewalk. I was always good looking for diamonds.
Susan Marie Davniero
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/guestbooks/newsday/teresa-m-fischetti-smith-condolences/177228533#sthash.UtveWTgn.dpuf
April 17, 2016
See more at: http://www.legacy.com/guestbooks/newsday/teresa-m-fischetti-smith-Condolences/177228533#sthash.UtveWTgn.dpufTeresa,
Happy Birthday to our sister!
Love, Laura & Susan
Happy Birthday
Kiss
(Dedicated sister Teresa's
birthday April 17)
Published Long Story Short w/photo
Pancakes in Heaven
My Cousin Elaine Cioffi
and husband Tony
2013
Table Setting
Published
It’s dinner time with the family
Photo attachment - Susan, Laura, Teresa picnic with our parents
Pancakes in Heaven
Remember birthdays of the past
Memories of childhood last
As little girls it begins
Birthday wishes from the twins
To give their older sis
Happy birthday kiss
Years bring many birthdays
Sisters’ part separate ways
Today birthdays may remain
Yet are just not the same
Birthday’s wishes miss
Happy birthday kiss
Susan Marie Davniero
Puppy
Love
Published Coffee Grounds for Breakfast
by Susan Marie Davniero
My little dog
Beside me all along
During my early days
Until my puppy ran away
My little dog
No longer belong
Walking beside me
Yet, my puppy you’ll always
be
You never forget
Your first pet
Remembering of
Puppy love
Written by Susan Marie
Davniero
Photo of Baby Teresa w/our family Dog
My Cousin Elaine Cioffi
and husband Tony
2013
| Fischetti Family Pincic |
Table Setting
Published
Long Story Short
It’s dinner time with the family
Together my two sisters and me
At the dining table we knew
To say please and thank you
As children we were to be
Proper little ladies of three
Yet, at the park my family
Would cook baroque by the trees
At the picnic table we were friendly
At the dining table we knew
To say please and thank you
As children we were to be
Proper little ladies of three
Yet, at the park my family
Would cook baroque by the trees
At the picnic table we were friendly
Giggling aloud and munching freely
Good manners may be polite courtesy
Yet sometimes it’s fun to be just me
Yet sometimes it’s fun to be just me
Written by
Susan Marie Davniero
Photo attachment - Susan, Laura, Teresa picnic with our parents
GRAVE IMPORTANCE RIP
L.I.
NATIONAL CEMETERY
Joseph Cioffi 1897 to
1967 – Section 2-Q Plot 3257
Grandpa's Wife - My Grandma
Brigida Cioffi – 1904 –
1982 - Section 2-Q Plot 3257
Bob's Mother - (Gig) Gertrude
Ellison
April 8, 1928 - May 12, 2001
Section
2-C - Plot - 2664
My Mother's Mother - Theresa Cardone Cioffi (1904 - 1957)
Burial: Plot: Plot No. 75, Sec. 21, Range R
My Mother's Mother - TheresaCardone Cioffi (1904 - 1957)
Burial: Plot: Plot No. 75, Sec. 21, Range R
My Mother's Mother - Theresa
Cardone Cioffi (1904 - 1957)
Burial:
Plot: Plot No. 75, Sec. 21, Range R
| Teresa Smith Fischetti Born April 17, 1952 Died December 30, 2015 |
GOODBYE TERESA
In Memory of Teresa Smith
4/17/52-12/30/15
Published The Pink Chameleon
Published The Pink Chameleon
My sister, Teresa, died
And suddenly I cried
Blinded by life’s foresight
Like a thief in the night
Teresa’s name on a sympathy card
Obituary death notices hits hard
Painful grief is not ignored
Cuts a wound leaving a sore
A pain I never felt before
Loving in life is but a lie
For real love arrives
When a love one dies
As life and death collide
A mystery only God knows why
My sister, Teresa, goodbye
by Susan Marie Davniero
T-E-R-E-S-A
My daughter
My daughter
(In Memory of Teresa Smith
T is for the times I changed your diaper
E is for the eating that you do
R is for the reason for your crying
E is for the energy in you
S is for the answer to our prayers
A is for adding all together it’s TERESA
A is for adding all together it’s TERESA
Written by Teresa’s Mother
Helen Teresa Fischetti
Submitted by daughter, Susan Davniero
The Sassy Stompers
(in memory Teresa Smith)
The Sassy Stompers perform
In the line dancing form
Row of ladies on the stage
Side stepping southern rage
The Alabama group beginners
Are Blue Ribbon prize winners
Leader Teresa Smith can teach
Group’s dance steps to reach
From debut curtain call start
To the closing act and depart
The dancing group is having fun
At country fairs for everyone
Susan Marie Davniero
TERESA’S THINGS
In memory of Teresa Smith
(Published Pancakes in Heaven)
Teresa’s things are there
Memories are everywhere
Proudly sits an antique chair
Beside a heirloom chest of wares
Dresser draws unpacked and bare
Closet clothes no longer to wear
Unlock jewelry box of treasure fare
Loving wedding rings are spared
Computer screen of dark software
Singer Sewing machine threadbare
Tool chest left for home repair
Ship-shape tidy the fishing gear
Souvenirs and mementos tear
At my heart in parting prayer
Please handle with care
Teresa’s things
When she lived there
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
Teresa
My
heart was searching for someone
That
I could love
Someone
who would love me too
I
found in your heart, Teresa
When
you said, “I love you”
My
arms were longing for someone
That
I could hold
Someone
who was good and true
I
found it in your arms, Teresa
When
you said, “I love you”
My
life is happy with someone
That
I have found
Someone
who brought skies of blue
I
found my happiness, Teresa
When
I said, “I love you, too”
Written
by Helen Fischetti (deceased)Mother
Submitted
by daughter Susan Marie Davniero-Fischetti
Happy
Birthday Kiss
(Dedicated in memory of sister
Teresa Smith 4/17/1952 to 12/30/2016)
publish Pancakes in Heaven
Teresa Smith 4/17/1952 to 12/30/2016)
publish Pancakes in Heaven
Remember birthdays of the past
Memories
of childhood last
As little
girls it begins
Birthday
wishes from the twins
To give
their older sis
Happy
birthday kiss
Years
bring many birthdays
Sisters’
part separate ways
Today
birthdays may remain
Yet are
just not the same
Birthday’s
wishes miss
Happy
birthday kiss
Susan Marie Davniero
Daily Mountain Eagle 1301 Viking Drive Jasper, AL 35501
Obituaries Published 01 Jan 2016
Teresa Smith
April 17, 1952 to December 30, 2015
Teresa Smith, 63, of Jasper, passed away Wednesday, Dec. 30, 2015, at her residence.
Arrangements will be announced by Kilgore-Green Funeral Jasper, AL; 205-384-9503
Teresa M. Fischetti Smith
In Memoriam
TERESA M. FISCHETTI SMITH
TERESA M. FISCHETTI SMITH
In Loving Memory Loving Wife, Daughter, and Sister You are in our prayers Love, Susan and Robert Laura and Dennis
Published in Newsday on Jan. 10, 2016
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