... Holding hands with Joe and walking several miles from our home on Walther Boulevard to Montebello Elementary School every day and to St. Francis Assisi Church on Sundays.
... Sitting on the piano bench with Joe as our picture was taken.
... Singing in the Teen Church Choir and hearing Joe's lovely tenor voice.
... Joe playing his drums, especially in the Calvert Hall High School band.
... Joe's red Oldsmobile convertible, a 16th birthday gift from Mom and Dad, and his always sharing it.
... Fun double dates, using the convertible, with Joe and Margaret.
... Joe's singing and playing (by ear) on the piano, including pieces he wrote—one which Jerry Vale sang in a Baltimore night club.
... His two years at Georgetown University as happy days.
... My brother looking so handsome in his Army Air Force uniform.
... Mom and Dad going to Mass and Novena every Monday for 2 1/2 years while Joe was in the service.
... Train trips with Mom and Dad to Biloxi and Charlotte where Joe was stationed before shipping overseas and our one-month stay at each.
... Playing golf (I walked the first 9 and met Joe again at the 18th hole).
... Singing in choir with Joe.
... Swimming together by moonlight in the Gulf.
... Meeting his many friends, both in the military and in the cities we visited.
... Sharing wonderful talks.
... His coming home after many missions over Germany and Italy with concern over possible innocents that may have been hurt.
... Family gatherings with the Costanza and the Quattrocchi cousins when one could hear the male cousins enjoying Joe's comments.
... Joe's lovely artwork: small hand-painted boxes, water color and pastels.
... Joe's fabulous sense of color. His cousins, Tony and Mike, told me they were always impressed with color combinations in the way he dressed or in his purchase selections.
... His laughter—contagious and warm, eyes dancing—almost to tears. This is how I will always remember my brother, Joe.
