Monday, October 21, 2013

A Loving Heart

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
 
Thomas Carlyle


These are people in our lives who have loved each other.
 
 Lowell Paul McLaughlin and Mary Carolina Cafarella Mitchell McLaughlin, on my graduation day in 1971
 
 Mary Rose Mitchell Burrill and Frederick Wendell Burrill 1959
 
 Mary Carolina Cafarella Mitchell and Richard Bruce Mitchell 1937
 
Maurice Doubleday and Carol Mitchell Doubleday

 Mary Rose Mitchell and Richard Bruce Mitchell I and II 1944?
 
Anerio Cincotta and Jennie Cincotta

Philip Anerio Cincotta and  Jennie Cafarella Cincotta 

Rose Cafarella Cincotta and Jake Cincotta

Anerio Cincotta and Margaret Egan Cincotta

Mary Augusta Robb Cafarella and Joseph Gaetano Cafarella

Mary Rose Cincotta Cafarella and Joseph Gaetano Cafarella 1905

Nancy Cafarella and Miranda Ariel Bailey

Richard DeFina and Doreen Marie Slattery DeFina

Mary Rose Mitchell, Mary Rose Cincotta Cafarella and Richard Bruce Mitchell II

John Joseph Thornton, Harry Tuscan Thornton and William Philip Mitchell 2013

William Philip Mitchell, Sarah Thornton Kelley and John Joseph Thornton 2013
 
Terry Bittker and John Joseph Thornton 2005

Florence Montalto Cincotta and Anerio Cincotta
 
John Joseph Thornton, Sandra Garifoli Huchinson and William Philip Mitchell 2013

Cathy Gregrow, William Philip Mitchell, John Joseph Thornton, Judy Wimer 2013
 
John Joseph Thornton and Roland Huges  2005

John Joseph Thornton and Samir Bhattacharyya 2012

Vincent Strom and John Joseph Thornton about 2007

William Philip Mitchell and John Joseph Thornton about 2007

Elaine Guthrie and John Joseph Thornton 
 
 
 


I WAS A NORTH SHORE KIND OF GUY


This is me at about the same age as the photo of John below.  However, it is about seven years earlier.  My father had just died and we were there from our home in northern Maine, with my sister, brother, cousin Nancy and...Charlotte...Don't ask.
This is Revere Beach.  My mother used to say I had a wiry build on the school reports.  I was actually a stick figure with big eyes.

Nancy, my sister Mary, then called Dolly most of the time, my mother, me and my brother Dick.



JOHN WAS A SOUTH SHORE KIND OF GUY

 
Even at three, John was into resort wear.  Nothing has changed.  They were trying to protect his fair skin even then.  It was not even fashionable to "Hat" your kids then.  However the rest of the outfit is very Au Courant.  This is the beach at Hull/Nantasket.  John has fond memories of the beach there, including going there to the beach and the amusement park with his brother Michael and his uncle.

Terry and Gallaudet

 
Terry Bittker and John mugging for the camera at her sister's house in Hull in 2005.  Terry has been John's friend since they attended Gallaudet University in Washington DC. together, many years ago.  Terry still lives in the Mid Atlantic area, and sees John rarely, but there has been a real love between them for a long time.
 Terry was a year ahead of John when he arrived at Gallaudet.  She helped him assimilate into the community there. 
John had all of his hearing as a child, and with a hearing aid, he was pretty good in the hearing world.  He had little need of American Sign Language.  Gallaudet was very much into American Sign, and most of its students used it for regular communication.  John and many similar students tended to seek out each others' company.
 
Thanks, Wikipedia for the photo of Gallaudet University in the 1860s...a little before Terry and John's time there. 
 
Of course his hearing problems have some effect on him.  For the most part, however, he never let that stand in his way and I have never found it to be a real obstacle in his life and professional life.  He has held a string of very responsible and trustworthy positions in the banking world over the years.       

John's Birthday 06-05-2002

 
We exchanged Commitment Rings in February of that year.  We later used them for the wedding.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Travels with John 2005

We had traveled to Monaco and the Nice area the year before with our friend Sandy and her niece, Jessica.  There was so much that we missed that we decided to return.  I had not been there since I lived in France in 1971.  This has to be one of the most wonderful places on earth.  If it were not for my love of Italian culture and my heritage, this would be my ideal retirement home.
Parisians have such a lousy reputation, and though I have never had a bad experience there, I find the people in the south to be warm and friendly.  Just the colors alone, in the houses, linens and the sky, gardens and earth will make you fall in love with it. 
 
 
One of my favorite pictures of John taken on the citadel above the French city of Nice.  Sorry, John, I like the darker hair.
 
 
This is from the town of Eze on the French Riviera, not far from Nice and Monaco.  John was particularly happy because the house in the background was Jack Balsan and Consuelo Vanderbilt's house.
 
Me in the botanical garden at the top of the castle hill of Eze.
 
The view from EZE toward Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat.
 

Looking down into Monaco from the Grand Corniche.  If you see the peninsula at the back right, we were trapped on it the previous year, when a rock fall came down across the road.  Traffic was stopped for quite a while.
 
Above and below at the Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, near Nice
 
 
 
We were in Saint Tropez in the evening, so there were not many good pictures, but this is a good souvenir anyway.
 
We were too preoccupied with flea markets, the bizarre public restroom and Van Gogh sites to get many good pictures of Arles, not even the arena.  We also ran out of space on the memory card and batteries here.  This was our first trip with a new digital camera, and we were not used to it yet.  We got more movies this time.
 
The city of Grasse high on a hill in Provence is the home of Fragonard Perfumes.  This was the beginning for John, of a long standing love of their scents.  He especially likes their Grain De Soleil scent.   He later decided that he liked Roma as well, from Rome of course, but it quickly became unavailable in most places.
 
I could not resist this photo, sorry John, I think he was unsure of the grilled goat cheese and egg on a salad.  It was good.  The Provencal people have such lovely simple foods. 
 
I guess this was a bigger hit with him.
 
The restaurant in Grasse.
 
The view from Grasse out over the Provencal countryside.  The Mimosas were in bloom(bottom) and the scent hung in the air everywhere.
 
This is where the Cannes film festival awards occurs.  More important than the lovely city.
 
The Carleton Hotel in Cannes.  This was the hotel made famous...as if it wasn't already... in the Hitchcock movie: "To Catch a Thief".
 
Sorry about the blur, but we had few pictures of Antibes.
 
We took Guido on all of our trips after John befriended him.  Here they are in Nice.
 
John at one of the former gates of Avignon.
 
The Rhone River from the Ramparts of the Papal Palace in Avignon.
 
The Papal Palace at Avignon
 
Bill and John in front of the Pont Du Gard.
 
The Pont Du Gard is a vast and well preserved Roman Aqueduct over the Gard River near Nimes, France.  Each of the stones on the bases of the arches behind John's head are around four feet tall.  There is no mortar holding it together.
 
Our days are always so full when we travel.  We invariably end up taking fuzzy pictures at night.  Here John is in front of the Roman Arena at Nimes.
We had a pizza baked by a man from my grandmother's island, just up the street from here.
 
In front of the Arena in Nimes.
 
The Roman Temple  built in 16BC, known as the Maison Carre(Long Square House.. who knows why.) in Nimes.  It is nearly perfectly preserved as it was used as a church and municipal building for centuries, and kept in good repair.