#flashbackfriday april 19th, 1944. this is my maternal grandfather, patrick trelly in the army air corp (there was no air force yet). he wasn't a soldier or pilot - he was a cook! actually, a baker, and being italian, that seems fitting! we called him pap
#flashbackfriday april 19th, 1944. this is my maternal grandfather, patrick trelly in the army air corp (there was no air force yet). he wasn't a soldier or pilot - he was a cook! actually, a baker, and being italian, that seems fitting! we called him papa trelly, and he made the best pastries - cannolis, pizzelles, cakes. he made great pasta dishes too. he was funny - constant with his corny jokes. he loved us a lot, but loved him some genesee beer more! he loved his remote car starter and his car. as he aged, every 2 years he bought a new one usually a huge sedan like a continental. his favorite line? "i want a car with a trunk big enough to put a few bodies in." he grew up poor, and remained that way. for all his love, he still had his flaws. he was a horrible racist, a bigot, smoked 2 packs a day and had a terrible angry italian temper. worst - he was a terrible alcoholic. his friends once found him (in his 70s) passed out in the bushes in front of his apartment. but he didn't really mind! he said he was working out his arm. think: lift beer up, put beer down, repeat. isn't family great?! all of us have our quirks and flaws and happiness, silliness and make mistakes. keeps us real. to live otherwise wouldn't be living.
#flashbackfriday april 19th, 1944. this is my maternal grandfather, patrick trelly in the army air corp (there was no air force yet). he wasn't a soldier or pilot - he was a cook! actually, a baker, and being italian, that seems fitting! we called him pap
#flashbackfriday april 19th, 1944. this is my maternal grandfather, patrick trelly in the army air corp (there was no air force yet). he wasn't a soldier or pilot - he was a cook! actually, a baker, and being italian, that seems fitting! we called him papa trelly, and he made the best pastries - cannolis, pizzelles, cakes. he made great pasta dishes too. he was funny - constant with his corny jokes. he loved us a lot, but loved him some genesee beer more! he loved his remote car starter and his car. as he aged, every 2 years he bought a new one usually a huge sedan like a continental. his favorite line? "i want a car with a trunk big enough to put a few bodies in." he grew up poor, and remained that way. for all his love, he still had his flaws. he was a horrible racist, a bigot, smoked 2 packs a day and had a terrible angry italian temper. worst - he was a terrible alcoholic. his friends once found him (in his 70s) passed out in the bushes in front of his apartment. but he didn't really mind! he said he was working out his arm. think: lift beer up, put beer down, repeat. isn't family great?! all of us have our quirks and flaws and happiness, silliness and make mistakes. keeps us real. to live otherwise wouldn't be living.