yes, you read the title right–members of the pascale family came to call today. juan pascale, you may recall, is the italian immigrant who built not only our row house, but the row houses on our entire half of the block. one of his great grandsons, john (named after his progenitor), recently contacted me. most of the family had eventually moved away to california, but he and his family are now in phoenix. his father, robert, who is juan’s grandson was visiting and they decided to google the pascale adobes–and found us.

robert and his wife carol and one of their daughters (who happens to be named kathy, interestingly enough, especially given that my father’s name was robert–more signs?) and her family stopped by. robert remembers coming to the house as a six-year-old with his father, joseph, one of the younger sons of juan. they would go down into the cellar below the living room in order to nap in the cool. there was also a candy shop in the corner grocery space (now collapsed) that he remembers fondly.

here we all are. they were tickled pink to see that someone was finally restoring the house. in carol’s words, “i can’t believe we’re actually going to see the place fixed up before we croak!”

from right: me, chris, robert pascale, his wife carol, their son-in-law dough, their daughter kathy and kathy and doug's son.

from right: me, chris, robert pascale, his wife carol, their son-in-law doug, their daughter kathy, and kathy and doug’s son.