05/25/2022
A few weeks ago I had the privilege to be hosted @ Centre Communautaire de la Petite Italie (CCPI) along with my grandfather, Arturo Senior.
We had the honor of cementing his (and my late grandmother's legacy) at the CCPI's historic community center on Jean-Talon street by taking part in their "Wall of Memory" project. The project is a beautiful mural of plaques , each showcasing some information about a given Italo-Canadian immigrant family in our community.
The CCPI's director, Ms. Giovanna Giordano, graciously hosted us on site for a ceremony, and, with typical Italian hospitality, offered us an espresso , some baked goods and engaged Grandpa in a conversation before we put up our plaque.
Giovanna asked my grandfather to reflect on some of his fondest memories from their early immigrant & settlement years.
When I was younger (and admittedly less mature), I sometimes used to roll my eyes or chuckle when my grandparents told stories, thinking "here they go again with THAT story".
And so, as you can imagine, came Grandpa's reply of the inspiring stories of the many things he and his community did to support one another with very limited resources and the jobs or businesses they started to provide for themselves. So many wonderful stories of love for his family, pride for his "old country" and indeed pride for the "new home" that gave he and my grandmother the chance to build a life that fulfilled their dreams.
These days, as you may be able to realize, when my grandfather speaks, I decide to listen attentively and open my eyes instead of rolling them…
Unfortunately my grandmother passed away in 2020, and I never got the chance to see what would have surely been a smile on her face as well. I offered this to my grandparents as a gift. I had been wanting to do this for years now.
Instead it was I who was awarded on that day with a gift: an moment of beautiful symbolism. Almost as if it had been done on purpose; I realized, there next to me sat my grandfather at the perfect angle. He was seated at the table, and from my point of view – over his left shoulder stood the Italian flag, over his right, stood the Canadian flag. In the middle sat a proud and teary-eyed Nonno Arturo, my literal and figurative bridge between the two countries.
As I reflect back on that wonderful day, I am reminded of a few important things:
1) We are all enjoying things either directly or indirectly thanks to a selfless sacrifice someone has made in our past. Recognition is a virtue.
2) We have two ears and one mouth for a reason. Use them wisely.
3) Life is short, therefore we must cherish every special moment or connection we get to enjoy.
4) A legacy, much like that stoic wall, is often built with lots of hard work and one carefully placed brick at a time.
Perhaps if I am lucky enough, one day my grandchildren will also roll their eyes when I repeat this story...over and over again.
Here is that picture.