Ciaccio, Rose (Lombardo) – cooking

Recollections of Rosalie Ragucci-Cook

My grandmother was always in the kitchen.  She made excellent macaroni and gravy with meatballs and sausage.  My mother would go food shopping on the weekend and my mother would make a list on the fridge for my grandmother to tell her exactly what she would cook each day of the week.  Some of grandma’s other specialties were roast chicken, roast beef, stuffed peppers.  She made braciole once or twice. I remember one time when Uncle Joe Ciaccio (her brother in law) came to visit and they made mussells for dinner.  She had quite a collection of cook books and her favorite TV shows were cooking shows (that was before Food Network!)  Grandma often made escarole for herself and my mother.  She loved fish and always made a traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner with no meat.

When I was a child, my grandmother was always afraid I’d be cold. She would always warm up foods for me before serving them to me, even if they were supposed to be served cold. Most notably, she warmed up Jello in a pot on the stove. Needless to say, it melted. She never did that again!

Ciaccio, Rose Lombardo – clock

Recollections of Rosalie Ragucci-Cook

My grandmother (Rose Ciaccio) lived with us from when I was 6 months old in 1977.   In the years that she lived with us, she spent most of her time in the kitchen cooking.   She had a huge collection of rubber bands in the kitchen drawer that we always threatened to bury her with (we didn’t).  She went into the nursing home the summer before I left for college in 1995.  She had a stroke and nearly died that summer.  I remember saying goodbye to her when I left for school and thinking I would never see her again.  Amazingly, she recovered and although she couldn’t walk and had a difficult time swallowing, she was herself in every other way.   At 90 years old in her wheelchair in the nursing home, she would tell us that she didn’t eat her ice cream for lunch because she didn’t want to get fat. 

She died in 2005, nine years after her stroke.  When she lived with us, she always liked the analog clock on the stove, even though the rest of us didn’t use it.  The clock stopped working a few years after she went into the nursing home.  It had been broken for at least 7 years when she died.  The day of her funeral, her daughter was standing in the kitchen and heard this unexpected ticking sound.  She looked at the clock and not only was it working again but it was set to the exact right time!  The clock worked for a few days and then stopped again and has never worked again.  We know that grandma came home again and fixed her clock for us.

Ragucci-Cook, Rosalie – The night Santa didn’t come

Every child is anxious for Christmas morning.  Awakening to see the presents under the tree is every child’s dream come true.  One Christmas Eve when I (Rosalie) was 5 or 6 years old, I woke up and assumed that it must be Christmas morning already.  I snuck out of my bedroom and crept to the stairs to peek at the tree.  I was devestated when I saw that the tree was empty and there were no presents!  I remember looking in the stockings for coal.  I couldn’t understand why there was no coal and no presents. Continue reading

Ragucci, Dominic (Recollections)

Since my grandfather’s 90th birthday is approaching, I feel that this is a good time to write some of my recollections of him throughout the years.  As a child, I remember that grandpa would always have tootsie rolls on his end table and sometimes he’d even have other candy treats in his closet.  I used to like looking at all the fruits and vegetables in his garden.  He still always send every visitor home with zuchinni or tomatoes or other treats.  .

Ragucci, Michael and Richard – games

As a child, I (Rosalie) always loved playing with Uncle Mike and Uncle Ricky.  I’ve heard stories of my Uncles putting me in a roasting pan one Christmas when I was a baby.  I remember my uncles swinging me by my hands and feet in the yard.  My most vivid memory is of what I now call “Uncle Mike’s Game”.  I remember him trying to teach me a new game where we’d see who could be quiet the longest.  At the time, I had no idea that this was his way of getting me to shut up and sit still for a minute.  Now, I’m trying to teach it to my two year old!