The Zito's From Niagara Falls, NY

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Memories of Pietro and Maria

Posted by Dominic Zito on February 17, 2010 at 2:35 PM

I was one of the younger grandchildren of Pietro and Maria. I was born after they had passed away and never got a chance to meet them. I am reaching out to my older cousins, some of the first grandchildren of Pietro and Maria, and asking that you take a minute and post a memory that you may have of visiting them, going to their home on Pierce Ave, holidays or whatever comes to your mind. Maybe a story that your mom or dad told you about them.

Anything that you have will help to paint a picture of these two Italian immigrants that some of their grand children, great-grandchildren and even great-great grandchildren may use to learn about them and feel a little closer to them.

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Reply Pete Zito, 3rd
4:05 PM on July 31, 2010 
I last visited the Falls as a high school Freshman at 13 years old in 1960......yes, eons ago for most of you. I realize that many of the cousins ...particularly the third generation...were not even thought of yet . aaaaah, yes, Pierce Ave. Grandma Zito was a "bigga Fatta LAdy" as she used to call herself and she and I hit it off from jump street, because she liked me cause I liked to eat....joosta lika her!....she would feed me any thing anytime of the day or night.....just for the asking. I remember her making me tuna sandwiches at 3AM , because I couldn't sleep in a strange house! I remember the aunts and uncles frequenting that quaint old house on Pierce ave. and I particularly recall those famous cherry trees in the back yard and the garden Grandpa Z cultivated . I ate those cherries until I got sick! There was never a dull moment in that house....normal speaking discourse was a moderate yell to a scream! ...and those conversations!!! Grandpa Z ruled the roost even by that time (1960), but not with the intensity he did when the Kids were growing up in the 20s' and 30's. My DAd , uncle Pete, left home at 13 to work in the CCC he told me .....because the family was so poor he couldn't get enough to eat. But they all lived , loved .....and survived. Perhaps we should all be thankful that we inherited those genes that make us all what we are today......ZITOS!! I remember how my mom and dad would take me around to all the aunts and uncle's homes .....and how we used to sleep at aunt Caroline's Tourist home near the Falls........and my first ride on the MAid of the Mist...that scared the pants off me.
......that was sooooooo long ago, but the impressions were lasting. The last time I visited the Falls was to attend Grandma's funeral with my parents........
More later............