She
was an absolute beauty – inside and out, and the sweetest saint this side of heaven. Her sparkling gray eyes framed the forever rosy cheeks
on supple, smooth, wrinkle-free skin until her ninety-first year.
Vincenza was never
without either a rosary, a
cleaning rag or a ball or dough to be beaten down for the daily homemade bread. (Later to be eaten warm from the oven with olive
oil!)
She and Salvatore were married in 1900
and within four years had
three children. There was great strife, struggle and
unrest in all of Europe at that
time. Salvatore decided to leave
Sicily and immigrate to the U.S.
Although it was almost an impossibility financially, his iron will and
determination could not be deterred. For these peasants, coming to America was
like being “ushered into heaven” – the most prized
possession one could hope for. Never in their wildest imaginations could they conceive the immense opportunities
in business, education, and way of life that God would bestow on all future
generations here in America with this daring move.
Each Christmas, the cousins, aunts and uncles would gather at their
small but immaculate home and she
would sing “Gesu Bambino”, with
tearful eyes glistening from childhood memories.
Three miracles followed Vincenza’s later trip across
the turbulent Atlantic which are
elaborated in the dance-drama musical “Americana” Vincenza’s
Miracle. Her guardian
angels which made way for
miraculous interventions follow
her children and grandchildren to this day.
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