The Louis Scovotti Family

Louis Scovotti Family

	Married 20 May 1943
Louis Scovotti, 1959		Ruth Scovotti, 1959

The following was sent by one of the children:
Memories of my parents:

I think what I remember most of my father was his calm demeanor and terrific love for his family. He was the most generous person I have ever known. He would sit in his chair every evening reading his favorite Captain Hornblower novel. He was an avid reader with a great mind. We just knew he would always be there for us.

As for my mother - well that's another story. This woman was a riot. There was always a feeling of fun and happiness being with her. She was probably the only mother who would say "come on - don't go to school today, we can do something fun. I'll take you shopping or we can just watch TV". For some reason, I never took her up on it and always went to school. When we did go shopping, I would have to be careful not to admire an outfit. If I did, she would buy it for me.... Yes - she would have boken Paul's legs to keep him from dying in a war.

All in all, I can't think of one single part of my upbringing that I resent and I never take this fact for granted. The only way I could possibly thank them was to attempt to raise my son and hopefully he raise his children in the same loving, generous, fun atmosphere.

                                          How I miss them.....

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I have taken the liberty to write a little about Louie and Ruth from a nephews' point of view.

My first real recollection of Uncle Louie, as we affectionately called him, was when I was in grammer school. Sometime during each school year 'chance' books, 'rafle' books or whatever they were called, were handed out during school. The student selling the most books would win a prize. Even the class selling the most books would get something. Now, I don't remember ever winning, but I always seemed to want to give it a try. To put oneself in the running, one had to go where one could sell as many books at a single time as possible.

OK, so it isn't a big supprise. This is were Uncle Louie came in. Most of the cousin's were about the same age and all went to local schools. Therefore, you guessed it. All the school's came out with the chance books at about the same time so competition was fierce.

Uncle Louie worked in a small office. He worked with his younger brother Anthony. They had been in business for as long as I could remember. I seem to remember it being a cool thing when I found this out. In addition, our Aunt Grace worked there on occasion, so you could see the advantage of getting to 'the office' first.

To continue, being the first to stop by the office gave one the opportunity to be there when generosity was at a peak. The ticket's were only a quarter I believe, but back then that was a lot. I don't remember how many individual tickets were in the book. I think about ten. Anyhow, getting to the office first was the key to success.
Uncle Louie was a big man. Being a cigar smoker somehow made him even more intimidating. His desk was at the back of a long narrow office. He could see you coming from the time you walked in and you could feel his eyes on you. He knew why you were there. If one was lucky and made the 'big' sale, then having the other relatives there would make for a good sale day. All in all this was always the best sale's stop. After that it was door to door, one ticket at a time.

My cousin in living under Uncle Louie's roof, told me she didn't think anyone could have had it better.

Her parents were loving, caring and nurturing parents who loved their children very much.

My parents would go over to their house a few times a year and they ours. There were the big holidays at my grandparents who had a large enough basement to hold the whole family. We saw my aunt and uncle a number of times every year as I was growing up.

There is a story about my Aunt Ruth, which I probably shouldn't mention, but what the heck. When I was entering draft age, our country was in conflict in Vietnam. Now when Aunt Ruth heard that I may get drafted she said to me if I didn't want to go to come over some afternoon and she would break both my legs with a baseball bat. Well needless to say, the thought of laying around with two casts on was not very appealing. Was she serious? Till today, I am not sure.

I miss my uncle. For all the missapprehensions we had as children toward him I never could remember an incidence when he got upset. He was a very good father, son, business person, partner, brother, and uncle.