Saturday, June 4, 1988

The Day My Husband Caught a Met's Foul Ball



Susan and Bob
Mets Game at Shea Stadium, NY


THE DAY MY HUSBAND CAUGHT A MET'S FOUL BALL

(Published Pancakes in Heaven)

Suddenly it’s summer at a baseball game. From the view of our box seats at Shea Stadium we were looking around at the baseball landscape.  I have to give a nod to my twin sister, Laura, who supplied the prize box seats tickets for the home game.

We were up close and personal to the Mets baseball star players on the field warming up; close enough to take photos and get autographs. Their names stitched on the back of the team’s jerseys read like an all-star line up - Mookie, Hernandez, Dysktra, and Carter as if to name their place on the team. 

The Mets 1986 World Series Championship wasn’t far behind cheering on the team this June 4, 1988 day.  They didn’t look defeated. The summer sun spotlighted the champs. Given that my husband, Bob, was the loyal lifetime Mets fan forever in the group, it was really his day. I was there with him as only a wife, who hates sports but loves her husband, would be.

And Bob is really a big Mets fan. He can rattle off all the World Series dates but can’t remember his Mother’s birthday. He can listen to FAN sports talk radio non-stop day and night, even in his sleep, yet can’t hear me when I ask him to bring out the garbage. Bob even brought a pocket radio with him to listen to the game when the Rockettes kick it up at Radio City. I’m talking a real fanatic fan. Get the picture of how excited he was that day my twin sister took us all out to the ballgame.      

 Before the game we browsed the souvenir stands catching sight of a circular dome to display baseballs. My intuition thought we might need one if Bob catches a ball. Suggesting we buy it “just in case” Bob laughed and we returned to our seats without the sale.

A slight breeze awakens the stillness of the summer day. It was the first inning, bottom of the first, as the first batter of the Mets, Dysktra, goes up to bat. He hits a foul ball racing to the stands in our direction. The crowd cheers as our section takes to their feet extending arms readily in place to catch the flying foul ball. All eyes are on the ball.

The moment was frozen in time. Then it happens – the ball falls into Bob’s hands. He catches the ball as the crowds cheer him on. That’s as good as it gets for this Mets fan!
And my prediction had gone beyond words and became true. With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir stand to purchase the baseball circular dome (the same one I suggested we should buy earlier that day) to display his prize catch of the day!

Thru the lens of time Bob’s catch at the game was recorded on the VCR taping the televised game at home. We were all on television as Bob proudly waves the prize ball for the camera. Perhaps Bob’s catch couldn’t quite rival Carters – yet for a moment in time Bob felt like he was in their league.

Bob’s catch of the day lives on forever on tape and in memory. Memories are made of this. For a Mets forever fan like my husband, Bob, it wasn’t just a ball game – it was the game of his life!

A summer story had just come into being.  

Susan Marie Davniero

 

Published:  50+ Lifestyle

Dwight Gooden Signing the Ball!



Mets Game - Shea Stadium, NY



Sunday, July 1, 1979

Susan & Robert’s Love Story



Robert and Susan
Wedding Day  July 1, 1979

MOM THE MATCHMAKER





NEWSDAY Published:  Newsday readers about Memorable Moms



Blind dates really work.  Ask my mother, Helen Fischetti. I fell in-love within weeks of meeting a guy my mother introduced me to and we married shortly after.

One day, my mother and his attended the same luncheon. They exchanged family photographs, and Mother thought he was just the right guy for me. She told me to expect his call. I was reluctant, but Mother assured me he looked good in his photo.

He phoned a week later, we met, and it was love at first sight. Bob proposed on the third date! Who knew? Apparently Mom did. Bob and I will be celebrating our 30th anniversary July l.

My mother, Helen Fischetti, is gone now, yet I will always remember how she talked me into going on a blind date that changed my life.

Susan Marie Davniero

Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church
Renewal of Vows

25TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

If we had known then what we know now would we marry each other again? Unequivocally – yes! Essentially, we did just that by way of renewing our marriage vows the 2nd time around on our 25th Wedding Anniversary, July 1 at Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Lindenhurst. 

Our wedding party members were in attendance by our side – “Maid of Honor” my twin sister, Laura Bowman accompany us witness by our side by her husband, our brother-in-law “Best Man” Dennis. Laura and Dennis Bowman were there with us then from the beginning and still standing by our side today.  

Our marriage all started with an arranged blind date by both our mothers in 1979. Marriage seemed to be fated as destiny took its course. We have been happily married ever since. Sometimes Mothers know best after all.

We plan on renewing our marriage vows again on our 50th Wedding Anniversary if fate allows.  After years of marriage it only keeps getting better. Love is happily ever after.

Susan and Robert Davniero




 
LOVE ME TENDER

 

NEWSDAY Published:  Newsday readers about romances come true.


My husband's family lived in a two-family house with my aunt and uncle. But I did not meet him until after we were grown and our mothers arranged a blind date.

On our third date, we went to a club and were entertained by an Elvis impersonator. Bob didn't know it, but I had had a crush on another Elvis impersonator before meeting him. While "Elvis" sang in the background, Bob casually asked me to live with him! I said my father would disown me. He replied, "I thought it was too early to ask you to marry me." I said, "Ask me," and he did.
We married soon after on July1, 1979 - six months after our first date. We have been happily married every since. Mothers do know best.  

 
Susan Marie Davniero

THE NIGHT HE PROPOSED
Published Pancakes in Heaven
One of the happiest days of my life was the night my husband-to-be, Bob, proposed marriage. Not only because he made me happy but because he made my father happy, too.

Bob and I only dated a few weeks and Bob already proposed on the third date. I hesitated to tell my parents because it was so soon. That night I came home from my date with Bob. Arriving home, I walked passed my father as we exchange our good nights, as he sat at the dining room table waiting up for me, (as he often did) and preceded to the bedroom.

Reaching my bedroom upstairs that I shared with my twin sister, Laura, of course I told Laura the big news. She insisted I tell the folks that night and woke up the whole family. Laura was adamant and made a scene raising her voice; "Tell them now! You have to tell them"

Everyone awoke, my older sister, Teresa, came to her bedroom door wrapped in her blanket, even the cats seemed curious. Dad, with Mom following, raced to the bottom of the stairs calling up; "What is it? What is wrong?" I meet their glares standing from the top of the stairs but said nothing. Laura persisted to make a scene repeating; "Tell them now! Tell them now!"

Suddenly Dad became alarm demanding; "If you don't tell me what it is now I'm coming up!" Apparently, that line still worked me (although I don't recall Dad ever really coming upstairs) as I agreed to tell him. "Alright I'll tell you." I paused while looking directly at Dad alone and spoke; "Bob asked me to marry him tonight." Dad froze, staring at me and spoke softly, almost afraid to ask; "What did you say?" I smiled as I replied; "I said yes."

A silence overcame all of us in the sudden surprise of it all - one of Dad's three daughters was getting married! Dad stayed up all night after that. It was the happiest night Dad waited up for me. Dad finally got what he was waiting for - one of his three daughters was getting married. And he will be walking his daughter down the aisle.

Susan Marie Davniero 
 
 
 


MY TRUE LOVE

Brought forth to sight
With only sheer delight
Pure of heart inclined
Love’s goodness shined

All that love require
Imperfect flaws expire
Willingness to train
Heart without restrain

Only want and joy
For mine to enjoyed
Witness by Heaven above
I found my true love


Susan Marie Davniero










MY LOVE STORY
“MY MOTHER, MY MATCHMAKER”
(Published Pancakes in Heaven)


Blind dates really do work. Just ask my mother. I fell in love within weeks of the initial meeting of “some guy my mother introduced me to” and married shortly thereafter.  My love story began once upon a time when my husband Bob’s family resided in a two-family house dwelling with my Aunt and Uncle, unbeknownst to the both of us as children.  Although the families were acquainted, Bob and I were not, until one fateful blind date when mother intervene.

One day, after we grown up in 1979, both our mothers attended the same luncheon held at my Aunt’s house. The maternal exchange of family photographs bragging rights exposed a single grown up dark hair son. Mother thought he was just the right guy for one of her three single daughters – me.  Our mothers exchanged phone numbers for their children, as Bob’s mother also wanted her son to settle down. Mother told me to expect his call.

Given the success of infamous blind dates, I was reluctant to go to say the least and had to be talk into it by Mom.  Apparently I was dating all the wrong type of guys according to Mom, which was the first I heard of it.  It seemed although I had many boyfriends up until that time there was still no wedding – so I must be doing something wrong. She had a good argument. Mother assured me he looked good in his photo and the families knew each other - what else did I want. I wanted to be left alone. However, I did finally give in and agree to give him one date just to make Mom happy.  (At that time, little did I know then I was agreeing to give him the rest of my life.)

When he phoned a week later, I said yes. The rest they say is history.  When we met, it was love at first sight with a world-wind romance, when Bob suddenly proposed on the third date! Mom and Dad had the first of their three daughter’s weddings, after all. Bob fit right in at my family table, joining in on our family poker games, sharing crossword puzzles with Mom, watching old movies with Dad, and being like the big brother I have never had. Who knew? Apparently Mom did. We married on July 1, 1979 and lived happily ever after.

My mother, Helen Fischetti, is gone now; yet I will always remember how she arranged a blind date that changed my life.

Sometimes Mothers do know best, after all.   

Susan and Robert Davniero

Susan and Robert
Wedding Party July 1, 1979


WEDDING BELLS


Wedding bells
Marriage foretells
Ritual place
Vows in grace

Rites of passage
Covenant of marriage
Witness in awe
Of divine law

Union of husband and wife
To embrace married life
Within thy soul and heart
‘Till death do us part



Susan Marie Davniero



(Published in Newsday)

MARRIAGE


Together as one
Life has begun
You and me
Endless unity
Our wedded bliss
Sealed with a kiss
Never to apart
Thy future’s heart
Husband and wife
Our married life

Susan Marie Davniero

(Published South Bay)

A FATEFUL BLIND DATE


A fateful blind date one night
It just felt so right
Truly love at first sight

The date was not just a fling
This time it was the real thing
That only a wedding ring could bring

Since July 1, 1979 we said “I do”
It has always been us two
Happily married as Bob and Sue


Susan and Bob Davniero



 
(Published The Neighbors)
 



 
 
Susan and Bob
April 13, 2013 (Laura and Dennis Wedding Anniversary)