Letter to the Editor,

My grandmother, Philomena (Minnie) Delia, and my grandfather, Michael DelDuca, were the first bride and groom of Little Flower Parish on September 10, 1930.  In anticipating of their life together, my grandfather built my grandmother a sweet little two-bedroom one bath on Washington Street, a house that has been in the family since they returned home from their honeymoon in 1930.  Full of 1930s charm like a stain-glass window he made, and a little ironing board that is in the wall of the kitchen. The little home was one of the first, if not the first, home constructed in the neighborhood surrounded by wooded fields.  Tragically, my grandfather was killed in a construction accident.  My grandmother then moved to the home built by my parents (across the street from hers) in the mid-1950s.  My grandmother then rented her little home.   

My grandmother worked hard to preserve property for the benefit of all her grandchildren, but her wishes were, unfortunately, disregarded.   The one sliver left of their legacy is the little home on Washington Street.  A home that was recently lost to deception after a long legal battle, which I fought using the principles I learned from my grandmother.

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Now, what would be unthinkable and heartbreaking to my grandmother is happening.  The little cottage (that her granddaughter would have lived in) is now in the hands of a contractor.  Before the home is destroyed, and in honor of my grandparents, I wanted the Berkeley Heights Community and my relatives who adored my grandparents (“Aunt Minnie”) to know that I fought for this very thing not to happen.  I did so by using the ethics my grandmother taught me in the bedroom she and I shared for 21 years, with our bedroom window overlooking her little home across the street.  


Janice L. Sampson