My life and family

Honoring the Grandfather I Never Met

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September 5, 2013 marks the 50th anniversary of the death of my maternal grandfather, a man I obviously never met, but one I would have loved to have had the opportunity to know.

During Woodrow Wilson’s first term as president, Crescenzo Chiulli was born to a couple who had emigrated from Abruzzo, Italy and met in the North End of Boston. Over time, my grandfather’s first and last names were Americanized, with letters dropped and changed in an apparent effort to make the names easier to pronounce and spell: Cresenzo Chully.

The pronunciation of the surname was also changed from Cue-lee, to Chew-lee. By the way, Crescenzo was the name of my great-great-grandfather, an olive and grape farmer in Alanno, Italy and Kara and I gave that name to our son as a middle name.

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Growing up, I was told stories of my grandfather from my mother and grandmother, and his sister, my great-aunt Angie who died just a few years ago at the doorstep of 98. By all accounts he was a hard working, likeable guy, who went by the nickname Mazie. Where that moniker came from, we don’t know, but everyone in South Norwood had nicknames in those days.

My mother would beam with pride when she pointed out her father’s name which graced the World War II memorial on the common in Norwood, Massachusetts. The monument, in the picture below, featured the roll of all Norwoodites who served in the war, and was a frequent stop on any trip “uptown.” The memorial was taken down years ago, and I’m not sure what ever happened to it.

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Cresenzo Chully married my grandmother Phebe Cassidy in the majestic Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Boston, against the wishes of his soon-to-be in-laws. My grandmother’s Irish family were aghast at the prospect of an Italian joining their brood, and they essentially disowned her, coming around albeit reluctantly, only after the birth of my aunt and mother.

My grandfather joined the Navy during World War II, and was assigned to the SeaBees in Okinawa, Japan, where he was stationed during the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

After the war, he returned home to Norwood, where his father, sisters, brother, and half brothers and sisters all lived, and would later be home to the five grandchildren he would never live to see. My grandmother was waiting for him with two daughters anxious to get to know their father.

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He worked for the Town of Norwood in the light department, and in 1953 was killed in a freak accident on the job at the age of 38 while working near the Winslow Tannery. My grandfather accidentally put his foot onto a hive of yellow jacket hornets, and they stung him over and over again.

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Fellow town workers pulled him away from the bees and took him to Norwood Hospital. My mother, only 12 at the time, recalls visiting him in the hospital. Her father’s face was swollen with bites, and she was so shocked by what happened, she is understandably still reticent to talk about the worst day of her life.

My grandfather died the next day. My grandmother, who lost her mother at age 7, was now a widow at 38.

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The deadly attack was big news in a small town, as such deaths are very rare. As you might imagine, my mother grew up with and then raised us with a fear of just about every flying insect out there. Read more about that here: https://dennishouse.tv/2008/09/10/beware-of-yellow-jackets/

We recently went to my grandparents’ gravesite in Norwood, to mark the passing of six decades since my grandfather was killed. My mother, Kara, my children and I put some flags on his grave, said a prayer, had a toast with wine, and enjoyed a picnic of Italian sandwiches from the North End Deli in Norwood, an old favorite of mine. Nonno, non va dimenticato.

Also read about my trip to my ancestral homeland: https://dennishouse.tv/2013/01/24/journey-to-abruzzo-to-meet-my-italian-family/

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7 replies »

  1. There is nothing more interesting than talking about your ancesters. You did a good job here. Have you ever followed your family tree. I did, as much as I could and loved doing it. I’m 80 now and hope my children will continue what I started. By the way, you have a beautiful family. Watch you every day that I can.
    Bev Schroeder, Uncasville

  2. Chulzie,great job. I never met either of my grandfathers but heard lots of stories.

    I’m glad I was fortunate enough to live long enough to laugh,love and play

    with all of my grand kids. Spent 2 weeks in August chasing the2youngest around

    The beach in Yarmouth. I found out I’m to old to be chasing a 5&6 yr old up and

    down the beach,they think I’m an amusement park. I loved every minute of it.

  3. Dennis , love reading about your heritage, I’ve talked to you before , my dad’s name was Alfred Chiulli he was from Cugnoli , my mom was from Pescara I wish I had learned the Italian language I’ve never been to Italy, so I enjoy hearing about your trips.

  4. I am sorry for this unhappy anniversary. The death of your Nonno was very terrible and untimely, all the same I am glad to have known your family and my cousin Marylin, thanks to have given me the opportunity to know our ancestor. I miss all of you, I hope we’ll see next year, hugs an kisses Donatella

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