Grandson Salvatore Giresi
My grandfather was a stern man who liked his wine of which he stored in his hand dug basement. He had a complexed nature with a real rebelious side probably stemming from his sicilian hills blood. When his daughter inlaw became ill, my mother he would come by daily and helped with the chores of running a large family of nine until my father was able to sell his shipping business in brooklyn and was then able to be with us permanently. My grandfather would sow our clothes, wash clothes as well as disciplined a bunch of children who were acting out because we missed our mother. He was a small in stature but big in heart along with real physical power until his later days. He drove I believe a galaxy that had candy in every pocket and unused ashtrays. If we behaved well we were allowed to have the candy of the week like a jolly rancher. In his older days he would drive on sunrise highway shoulder with a max speed of 30 miles an hour which seemed like a life time when he took us fishing fro shirley to the Shinnecock canal. Because he was willing to throw his hands with any young punk or argue over jetskiers getting to close to the dock where we fished I think he would have made a good sergeant as he would rouse all the kids fishing to assault the jet skiers who dared stray to clise to our fishing lines. A rebel without a pause.
He is missed.
He is missed.
