In 1972 when I met this man and his family I quickly learned one thing. I had better love tomatoes. Oh not the way we southern girls love them, sliced, on a sandwich, on top of rice, or fried. I had better love them with tons of garlic, oregano, basil and preferably in a sauce. These sauces covered every imaginable kind of pasta and pizza.
Chuck from a very young age lived in Pennsylvania. His Great Grandfather came to the U.S., Ellis Island to be exact. Chuck called him Pap. He spoke very little English I am told. Chuck says he never spoke English to him, but they did communicate. I think he must have been quite the character from what I have been told. I really would have loved to meet him.