For the Love of Wood/For the Love of Food

Two books in one! Experience growing up in a loving and boisterous Italian family from Brooklyn. Can you imagine having the vision to see a car in a block of wood, a church steeple in a burned out Roman candle or an entire wall-to-wall library from discarded window shutters? The only person I ever met that could was my Dad. ??? I want to publicly thank both sets of my grandparents for coming to America on what was nothing less than blind faith, exactly when they did and enduring the hardships that I can only imagine; or else I wouldn't be here right now . . . .However, My Mom is the real reason I'm here.