When he was 7 and his brother was 5. They had just legally immigrated from Italy. At that time, my grandfather had to sign a form that PROMISED his wife and two children would NEVER be a burden to the United States. They never were. My dad was an American and very proud to be one.
This is my dad in his early 20s. He's riding his favortie horse, Blackjack. As he reached his mid-80s he was ailing, but he wanted to live long enough to see the turn of the century in 2000 which he did! He passed away in July when he was 89. The day he passed away my first book series was published...he was so proud that his "little girl" was an author as well as a professor. The immigrant did well. Happy Birthday Daddy you are always in my thoughts and dreams.