My dad worked as laborer for the Equitable Gas Company and went off to work at 7 a.m. each morning while Mom ran the Cafe. Dad would then tend bar, or one of my many uncles would pitch in at the bar if it was Dad's bowling night. Mom would remain working in the kitchen and dining room until 1 AM closing. My sister Rose studies at a table outside the doorway of the tiny kitchen at Teti Cafe at Christmas of 1949. Originally, the evening fare at the Cafe was mostly drinks and sandwiches.
Mom sits for the camera.
Mom how to make the pasta. Before long it was a nightly dinner menu of our now famous Italian pastas and pizza. In fact, when people came to dine, we had no menu printed, we could recite what we had and most people already knew what they wanted anyway. The Cafe flourished until Mom and Dad split up in 1960. Dad and I lived at the Cafe while Mom went off to live with Rose.