Wow! Italian people! -- I thought they (we) were all in Staten Island now, it seems as though we…read moreare like an endangered species of ethnicity in Queens and Brooklyn -- how times have changed.
Starting with a rant here --- but if you boast and brag any bit about your charitable contributions, it cheapens what the kindness in your heart intended, it cheapens you. Conversly, if you happen to find yourself on the the opposite side of the spectrum, you are special and there is a very nice place for you above when your time comes -- with hope, many moons from now -- for us all. I was raised to be charitable with my time and money, "serving your fellow man is important" they would say.. -- Rant complete.
The Italian Charities of America's mission: A human services organization providing services, activities and programs for the benefit of the community.
A friend of mine told me she rents a table for the flea market and has been asking me to stop by. For a $25.00 fee, they peddle their wares -- forty to fifty tables full of new and used unique goods, lit by a stunningly beautiful chandelier adorned by four smaller satellite illuminators. The second floor room is beautiful! Classic Italian stately design, form meets function, with thick framed paintings of our pioneering people past, adorning the marble walls with golden sconce highlights.
Handbags, leathers, costume jewelry clothing and household items may appeal more to the female persuasion, guys, y'all gotta go check it out anyway -- with your ladies, your buddies or alone, if your single and in the market, you might meet a nice Italian girl.
Speaking of which, I met one of the finest woman at the great of the room fronting the Christopher Columbus painting. Marie is the Italian Charities publicist and with her Ad Hoc team, coordinate and promote monthly events from dances to dinners, unfortunately the Easter Italian Dinner was sold out because I had a fist full of greenbacks in hand ready to plunk it down for tickets to attend. It's quite common for Italian people to talk about where their family is from back in the old country. She and her family are Barese, my family being Genoa -- we kick butt in ship building and stuffed ravioli.
Thankfully Marie and her committee are hard at work creating new events, so check the website for details -- I know I'll be in attendance for their next Pasta Dinner Evening, maybe I'll see you there.