
George Grosso
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George Grosso was a veteran and had 2 biological children; one adopted, a daughter, and two sons. We lost contact with him and did not know of his whereabouts until now. He talked about having a daughter that was a doctor when he was at the nursing home. Not sure if anyone believed him, but it's true. I am a doctor. Graduated from Harvard Medical School. I am so sorry that I did not know where he was or that he had died. Over the years we did try finding him.
This is what we know or learned: My Story is like "Westside Story". It was the 1950s. He was Italian-American and my mom a beautiful Puerto Rican woman that migrated here as a teenager. They fell in love. They met at a cuban restaurant in Washington Heights.
His parents arrived in the US in 1918 from Italy. His older brother, Joe, was born in Italy. He had an older sister, Mary, born in the states. He was the youngest. They lived in Yonkers.
My father married my mother and adopted her first born son and gave him his name. They then had two more children. I am the middle child.
He has a granddaughter, my daughter, now 21 years old.
My younger brother did find out that he had been at Bainbridge Nursing home. Unfortunately, he had already died, 8 months after the birth of his granddaughter. He spoke with his nurse and confirmed it was him by the tattoo of an anchor on his arm.
She said that he spoke of a daughter that was a doctor living in California. She said that when he was well he was like the Mayor of the nursing home! He would go to all the floors and help all the workers. He would help in what ever way he could. He was a cheerful and pleasant person, always joking around. The last couple of months he was very sick. She said that he did not have any visitors while at Bainbridge Nursing home in the Bronx. So sad we didn't know he was there. We would have absolutely visited him.
My memories of him are sweet. When he would visit us it was always a special occasion. He would bring food, sweets and toys. He never visited empty-handed. He and my mom were separated since my younger brother's birth but we did cross paths occasionally throughout our lives.
One time my younger brother and mom were at Madison Square Garden at a wrestling match and through binoculars my brother saw my father sitting close to the ring. Turns out my brother loved wrestling as much as my father! We reconnected briefly with him at that time. I was in medical school I believe. I did get to meet with him at a diner. He gave me a Thanksgiving card and some money, but then we went our separate ways. He never did tell me where he lived. There was alot we did not know about him.
He was a veteran. My mom said he was a "sharp shooter". He was 16 years older than my mother. Sadly my mother also passed about 5 years ago.
He treated my mother well. He taught her many things. He liked the latin culture. He would take my mom to latin clubs and drop her off and then pick her up. He was a sharp dresser and very handsome. Light eyes!
We had moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn. He preferred Manhattan, Lower East Side. We believe that he may have lived in Stuyvesant Town. Those apartments were for veterans from World War II. We never knew for sure and we never visited him since he never gave us an address. We moved around alot with our mother and so we would lose contact with him.
We believe he spent some time in Texas. We actually don't know if he had other children.
We hope to visit the grave site soon. We are so sad that he didn't get buried as a veteran, but we are thankful that there is a place that we can go visit now.
There is a lot we do not know about him, but he was our father. No matter what, we loved him. I thank him for giving me life.
We will visit you soon Dad! Love your children and grandchild.