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home he can still be very much a teenager"
prising my father refused to take him seriously. He just said, "You know I don't like movies. What else is new?"
But Frankie wouldn't give up. The next day he stayed through two shows. About the fourth time he went, he persuaded Dad to go with him. The tenth time, he came home and said, "I want a trumpet I'm going to be a trumpet player."
We never had any spare dollars at our house, but we did without other things to get Frankie his trumpet. A friend who was taking lessons taught him to play scales. We pinched a few more pennies^ Frankie stepped up his grocery delivery business and soon he was having lessons from a teacher that Frankie insisted was the best trumpet player in town. My folks were delighted. Mother, particularly, was glad to see him drop his ambition to become a fighter..
At first. Frankie's friends, the Sisters at school, were not pleased. They thought Frankie should take his lessons at St. Edmund's music department. Frankie attended to that little problem. Within three months, he was over there as a volunteer, helping the Sisters teach trumpet to the other students.
Things moved amazingly fast after that. Frankie started a band of his own, made up of older boys. My uncle Marty coached them and made their musical arrangements. They practised in our basement. Soon they were playing weddings and dances, usually for free, but there were enough of what Frankie called "the real good jobs" where some one gave them a few dollars, to pay for his lessons.
To have a picnic on the beach at Atlantic City had always
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FAMILY dinner shows Frankie, mother, father, sister Theresa. Frankie was a whiz on the trumpet before he took up vocalizing
FRANKIE loves to roughhouse with his collie, Dee Dee Dinah, until his mother yells, "Stop before you smash everything in the place."