Ernest E. Tedesco

Your Father and Grandfather, and, I see, Great Grandfather, was like a father to us Leones. You Tedescos were our closest neighbors on South Ninth Street in Newark (in every sense of the word 'closest'); we nearly shared an alley way, or, let's put it this way, our places were close enough so that I could hand Allen books and toys from my window to his with just a bit of reaching. And when the seven year old Allen climbed his apple tree and its branch broke, he fell into our backyard. I'm...