Uncle Jerry was the baby of the family. As we were young growing up in Lawrence, my Dad, Gino, told us stories about him, and live growing up on Elm Street. My
Dad was very proud of his baby brother for serving in the Air Force. We were taught to look at at the sky every time an airplane passed. We would wave, scream hi Uncle Jerry, and salute. When he came home, and we met the real Uncle Jerry, it was like meeting a super hero. Eventually the two brothers, older sister and two nephews and two nieces lived together in a double duplex home in Methuen. That made for lots of celebrations and coffee talk. Those are great memories. God Bless you Uncle Jerry, rest in peace.