It all began 40 years before these brothers were rubbed out .. Mobsters...a continuity that was written in blood...of the Father

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 ..  . while  Jeanette, Little Angela and Nana Lou posed for this picture as three generations of  woman joining together in celebration of Life, God and Dreams of Future Joy at Angela's Communion, reality waited but a moment.. just long enough for the flash to die...before resuming its count down to perpetuity... and Death Once More Visited..

The First Born: Joe’s father never truly got over the fact that his oldest son had a deformity. But Jesus provided Joe with the power to love his father. He never held his father’s treatment against him, just prayed that they would someday come together. When his father was taken from him, all sorts of thoughts went through his head; did God take him because of his treatment? Had his prayers caused his demise? The questions were overwhelming. How did he die! He felt that he had been privy to his demise. Did he not ask God to convince father that he was “normal? Did he not ask Jesus to come down and be his father?  His father was taken from him just as he was beginning to be his proud son. What were the facts? These questions allowed a powerful, purposeful, planned battle to develop with in his mind ...
... though crippeled at birth, would he rise and save the family? Would he become like those of his ancestors.. and visit death at an early age.. leaving the woman to suffer as all before.. He was now 8 and faced with the responcibility of manhood...

“Your father was dead when they found him....."

The need to overcome thoughts of his father lying in a pool of blood: his dying thoughts of his family; his hopes; his dreams -- Oh! Had he felt his agony tossed upon his mind with ferocious intensity! The thoughts filled his soul with a mixture of sorrow, revenge, and questions...  Who was responsible, Tony Black, Sally, Uncle Frank, Genovese, Gambino, The Police... All of them? And, how could these individuals go home and play with their children? How did they join their families in celebration that day so long ago? How could they enjoy each succeeding holiday of family solace and warmth when they had destroyed the very essence of an entire family? Vagabonds were left in their wake of cold, hard silence. Lost in nomadic journey upon an endless desert, burdened by a never ending avalanche, each step of hope foundering in a lucid, liquid sand-trap --all truth and succor hidden as soon as it was discovered! Death could not be simplified and dignified, especially when there were others whom were morning that death. He new he had to leave NY or he would join his friends and relations...  DEAD!  ...

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So many thoughts converged within his novice mind. Revenge was the traffic cop... He would get revenge. They had stolen his mothers happiness; thrust them into a world of sorrow and depravity ended their lives before they began! “The Family”,  “This Thing of Ours”, it had become a ravaging beast bent upon total destruction. It left orphans of society in it’s quest for life. For a mere child of the storm, it was he whom was left to pick up the pieces. Would he ever? Would he truly become the man whom revenged the dishonor and sorrow that was placed upon his family with abstract, total disregard to the repercussions of this disastrous act of  continuing greed? The heroes of the theater spoke up as one... You will prevail! But, what of Sparticus? What of all those heroes whom battled injustice only to die a glorious death in the end! Was he ready for that? Like Charleston Heston in Ben Hur, would he return for the ending the hero whom rescued his family with the assistance of GOD? “Oh, God, where art thou now? Come to me and deliver your power to defeat mine enemies -- they abound like a plague of locust. Send to them a shower of fire and ice! The death of the first born has occurred! Please, let my people go! This trial and tribulation has desecrated my soul, my Knight in Shining Armor is gone. Will you to take up my cause...”      Was God going to perform miracles of Faith? Those same miracles that had burst his soul with HIS power all those times evil tempted his soul with absolute control?  He could not answer those self imposed questions, later, maybe... But for now, he would have to meet with the Boss, talk his way out, and then leave NY and plan hisrevenge!
Nana Lou was more then the matriarch.. she ruled the roost. Her love of the "Night Life" and "Mobsters" allowed her to forget about her only child.. leaving Jeanette to grow up alone; to wonder all her life what happened to Her Father.. who, one day, also, simply vanished...

Who bore responcibility
to the children..
of four generations?

 

Take the journey and be surprised.. for there is more here then a mob story.. it is a life time's journey ...

 

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