I remember Nana’s recipes!
CHAPTER 1
This has been such a unique journey for me and usually
when you take an expedition there is a road map and goals.
I do not recall any road map or goal setting. The only goal
I can recall was my Mother constantly saying “I
pray to the good Lord that some day he will send you a
wonderful man to take care of you.” Well I am getting
ahead of my story. Let’s go back to the beginning of the
journey.
I was born in Utica, New York on September 22, 1941.
I always said that I arrived on the scene first then Pearl
Harbor. I was named Jacqueline Eileen (a.k.a.
“Jackie”) My family name was Marasco. This was the
beginning of my non-traditional ways. I should have been
named Rose Mary, Angela, Mary Rose as Jacqueline Eileen did
not fit the given name for an Italian American female.
My mother loved that name and for many years I did not care
for this name until Jacqueline Kennedy came onto the scene
and I recognized the beauty of the name.
Especially when Mrs. Kennedy went to Paris and the
Parisians were screaming “Zack – ee.”
My mother’s name was Isabelle Jeannette Scalise.
a.k.a. “Belle”) Marasco. She was born in Utica, New York.
My father’s name was, Joseph Anthony Marasco. (a.k.a.
“Joe”) He was born in Italy and settled in Utica with his
parents when he was six years old.
As a young girl, I just felt that life had dealt me a
bad deck of cards. When I was seven years old, my father
was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was thirty-nine
years old when he died. My mother was a widow at thirty-
four. I am an only child. After the death of my father,
my mother’s and my life emotionally and financially turned
upside down. My father’s death changed the course of our
lives. The impact that it had on me losing the most
important male role model at that stage of my life made
a lasting impression on me.
The era was the ‘50s. Single parenting was out; no
one had heard of a latchkey kid. The scene was supposed to
be “Life with Father,” “Make Room for Day,” “Father Knows
Best.” Daddy earns the money; Mom stays home to take care
of the kids. My mother, with her creative mind, wanted to
earn income and stay at home to raise me.
She did something that at the time horrified me but for
which today I have great admiration.
It is indicative of the woman activist she was and where I
got my feminist roots. We lived in a highly residential
neighborhood in Utica, New York. She wanted to put a
grocery store on the enclosed porch of our home to sell
milk, eggs, bread, coffee, and a variety of sundry items
because directly across the street from the house was the
first wave of garden apartments being constructed. Well
with very little capital and good credit, she started her
neighborhood store and it worked. This was probably the
first woman owned home-based business of its kind. There
was cash flow and a good business model. This went on for
almost three years. Then the neighbors started to get
nervous. They feared, “Today a grocery store, tomorrow a
shopping mall.” All of a sudden there were numerous zoning
board meetings and finally legal violations, and a city
judge ordered her to cease and desist – a $50 fine or 30
days in the Utica jail. My Mother took the position that
if a male judge would send a widow to jail who wants to
support her daughter, then she would refuse to pay the fine
and go off to the city jail. That is exactly what
happened. To make matters worse my grandmother and
grandfather on my father’s side lived directly across the
street from the Utica City Jail.
My Mother’s stand caused havoc between her
family and my father’s family.
The afternoon that she was admitted to the jail, my family
brought me over to see her at the jail to try to convince
her to come home. I was crying hysterically. The jail
“keeper” brought my mother to a visiting area and there was
the screen between the two of us just similar to what one
would see in the movies and I was crying “Mother please
come home.” She looked at me sternly and was very
articulate and showed no emotion and said: “Jackie, I want
you to go home with Grandma and Grandpa – you do not
realize today what I am doing but someday you will.” I
followed her orders and went home with my grandparents.
There were several $50 bills flying around to get her out
of jail. Finally, the next day she agreed to have the fine
paid and was released. Shortly, thereafter, we moved to
Rochester, New York. It seems that my Mother was just too
assertive and aggressive for the Utica, New York turf and
her family encouraged her to get a change of scenery. The
truth is her family felt my Mother was just too hot for Utica.
We left our home and most of our personal possessions
including my precious Cat, Tipper, who I left with my
Mother’s sister, Aunt Nicky. We packed our Nash Rambler
with the most important items such as our round, black and
white screen television and drove to
Rochester as she had three sisters living there. They
were more like step-sisters than sisters. They were
very self-centered and nasty women. They never helped my
mother. Why were they like this? They were beautiful
women and bright but the traditional role they
chose made them feel unfulfilled. They felt trapped
They resented my mother’s courage.
The rest of our personal possessions where either stored
in the unattached garage in the back of the house in Utica
or remained in the house for many years untouched with dust
accumulating. It was not until the 80’s when some of my
cousins on my father’s side of the family brought much of
the furniture from Utica to Rochester and I had several
pieces reupholstered and still in the 21st Century
have them in my home.
When my mother left Utica she was dejected and a new
personality emerged – low - profile – non-activist but
today I applaud and praise her for the courageous stand she
took.
This incident was never discussed by my family.
It was a dark, deep secret and my Mother was
considered to be the black sheep of the family.
My Mother died June 5 1991. She never remarried but
in 1990 she went into an adult assisted living home. This
is where she meets a man around her age, seventy-seven, and
she fell in love. I had the honor to share with my mother
her joys of falling in love. This was not a mother and
daughter dialogue, but two women engaged in profound
conversation about the opposite sex. It was wonderful. Of
course, the gentleman was more aggressive and wanted to
have sex with my Mother. He assumed the value of their
relationship was to achieve closeness while my mother wanted
to share in emotional talk. He wanted to take her away
for a weekend. I would encourage her to go but she would
always say to me: “Jackie, if I saw a man’s penis, I would
have a heart attack.” Thus, as far as I knew, the
relationship never went beyond hugging and kissing.
At this stage of my mother’s life, she turned over all
authority to me. This was very unique for me. The roles
changed drastically. Any decisions to be made relative to
her health care were totally left to me. I have no
regrets taking care of my mother.
She took care of me for the first eighteen years and I was
responsible for her for the next thirty-two years.
Some how – some way – I was able to live two lives. The
life my mother wanted me to live and the life I wanted. So
We both won.
At my mother’s memorial service, I gave the eulogy and
this was the first time my mother’s 24 hour experience in
jail was ever revealed. I needed to let my community know
what a unique and wonderful woman my mother was.
A few days after the Memorial Service I went to the
adult care home to get her personal possessions and I found
a brown envelope with my Mother’s handwriting entitled,
“Belle’s Recipes”. I never knew she recorded these recipes.
As I continue with the story I will insert my
Mother’s great recipes in her own handwriting or
typewritten by my Mother on a manual typewriter. These are
the recipes of life and of good home cooking.
THIS IS THE BROWN ENVELOPE I FOUND THE RECIPES
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I REMEMBER NANA'S RECIPES
I REMEMBER NANA’S RECIPES
RECIPES FOR LIFE
BY
JACQUELINE “JACKIE” MARASCO-LANEY-DIBELLA
This book has been roaming around in my head
for over twenty years. In 1986 my second husband,
John, my son, Robert, and I went to see the movie,
Out of Africa, written by Isak Dinesen (a.k.a.
Karen Blixen). As we were leaving the movie
theater, my son said: “Mom you should write a
book, you have had more occurrences in your life
than Karen Blixen.” In the spring 2008, Robert
again said to me “Mom, why don’t you sit down and
write your book.” Thus, my son’s comments got me
motivated to sit down and start writing about
the ingredients of my life. I have lived the
majority of my life in the second half of the
Twentieth Century when the core beliefs and values
were unusual and different to today’s standards.
I have been told many times that I am a survivor.
I have always felt that it was not the mistake but
the recovery. I have been forced many times
to pick myself up – brush myself off and start all
over again. There are no other choices but to do
that. I never sweat the big stuff or the
little stuff. It takes minute gestures to make
life wonderful. This has been my formula for
living. I have been called capricious, whimsical.
passionate, motivating, stimulating, inspiring,
free spirited and “nuts.” That is me! I hope this
book and my life helps, stirs many into a positive
direction. Life will always have its ups and
downs. It is easy to deal with life’s ups – it
takes great audacity to face life’s valleys.
This is a chronicle written by a woman for
women but also for men to be aware of the
complexity of the other gender. Women are much
more personal and open about their thoughts,
feelings, and fears than the male gender.
Women can only hope that their male partners will
voluntarily reciprocate with self-disclosure. Both
men and women value friendship and romantic
relationships, but they are quick to express
closeness in different ways. This is an American
saga of a young girl losing the most important male
role model in her life and spending the rest of her
life trying to replace him and how she took on non-
traditional roles to be in control of her life or
perhaps just to subsist. A life that has made
many twists and turns.
The narrative will examine why some of us craft
the choices that we cause. I have had many
mountains and challenges in my lifetime but a very
successful business person in my community once
told me: “Jackie, there is always a key to unlock
the door.” There will always be challenges in our
lives but it so important to find the right key
to unlock the door to that challenge. My modus
operandi is that love prevails and it does! I am a
quintessential romantic.
This book is dedicated to several people who changed the course of my life:
My Mother and Nana, Isabelle Jeannette Scalise
Marasco – Thank you for being so courageous and
non-traditional. Thank you for your recipes of life
and food for the soul.
My father, Joseph Anthony Marasco – Thank you
for allowing me to know that you loved me. You
showed me how much you adored me and even today I
can still feel that love and adoration. Your love
allowed me to not be afraid to love.
My Uncle Norm, Norman Forman – Thank you for
introducing Manhattan – Broadway – front row center
– Cabaret and the spirit to live – live and live.
Thank you for being the rock of Gibraltar for Nana,
Robert and me.
My first love, Thank you for being my first
love. Thank you for always being there for me.
You gave me a passion and hunger to educate myself.
You opened the windows of the world for me to
obtain my education. Love can make the summer fly
or a night seem like a lifetime. Love can turn
one’s world around and the world seems as if it
will last forever. Love can make days seem longer
and words mean more. Love can make pain deeper than
before. Love can bring you glory and bring you
shame. Love can make you break rules that you
have lived by. Love can change everything and
nothing in the world will ever be the same. Thank
you for being my first love.
My first husband, William “Bill” Laney – Thank
you for our wonderful son, Robert. Thank you for
giving me the opportunity to travel the world.
Thank you for introducing the world of
communication to me
My second husband, John DiBella. Thank you for
your love and security. This may sound alarming
and unusual to some readers but your death was your
gift to me. For the gift of your death gave me
the opportunity to commence comprehending the death
of my father that was so sealed into my
subconscious. John was my Father, best friend,
husband, brother, and soul mate. Thank you for
introducing Talbot’s and designer clothes to me.
Thank you for giving me the honor to be your
caretaker and nurturer as you transitioned from
this life to a greater place. It was such a
privilege and mark of distinction gift that you
gave to me. Though the time was brief that period
made a remarkable change in my life.
My significant other from 1996 to 2005, Ray
Drouin. Thank you for helping me truly understand
trust. You were a solid rock in my life and gave
me the most stable time in my life.
My wonderful son, Robert William Laney. Thank
you – thank you – thank you for being my amazing
and superb son. You have been my greatest
deed. You have brought me so much joy.
You have been the perfect son. You are so
always focused – goal oriented – highly driven –
very bright – incredibly funny. You have brought
me so much joy and happiness. Whenever I have been
asked my greatest endeavor, my response
always is the same. “The honor of being Robert’s
Mother – he made it so easy.
My wonderful Lisa. Thank you for falling in
love with Robert. I could not love you any more if
you were my own daughter. You are beautiful
internally and externally. I love you.
Steve Klausz, my therapist – Thank you for
helping me save my life and to see the good in me.
David Stern Esq., my attorney since 1994
who encouraged me to write this chronicle and
who was at my college graduation party in 1999 and
many a court case. My liberal conversationalist
but conservative fiscal administrator.
To my precious COCO – who went to work with me.
every day. Traveled globally with me. COCO who
gave me unconditional love. My COCO CHANEL, my
West Highland Terrier. April 1987 to October 2004.
RECIPES FOR LIFE
BY
JACQUELINE “JACKIE” MARASCO-LANEY-DIBELLA
This book has been roaming around in my head
for over twenty years. In 1986 my second husband,
John, my son, Robert, and I went to see the movie,
Out of Africa, written by Isak Dinesen (a.k.a.
Karen Blixen). As we were leaving the movie
theater, my son said: “Mom you should write a
book, you have had more occurrences in your life
than Karen Blixen.” In the spring 2008, Robert
again said to me “Mom, why don’t you sit down and
write your book.” Thus, my son’s comments got me
motivated to sit down and start writing about
the ingredients of my life. I have lived the
majority of my life in the second half of the
Twentieth Century when the core beliefs and values
were unusual and different to today’s standards.
I have been told many times that I am a survivor.
I have always felt that it was not the mistake but
the recovery. I have been forced many times
to pick myself up – brush myself off and start all
over again. There are no other choices but to do
that. I never sweat the big stuff or the
little stuff. It takes minute gestures to make
life wonderful. This has been my formula for
living. I have been called capricious, whimsical.
passionate, motivating, stimulating, inspiring,
free spirited and “nuts.” That is me! I hope this
book and my life helps, stirs many into a positive
direction. Life will always have its ups and
downs. It is easy to deal with life’s ups – it
takes great audacity to face life’s valleys.
This is a chronicle written by a woman for
women but also for men to be aware of the
complexity of the other gender. Women are much
more personal and open about their thoughts,
feelings, and fears than the male gender.
Women can only hope that their male partners will
voluntarily reciprocate with self-disclosure. Both
men and women value friendship and romantic
relationships, but they are quick to express
closeness in different ways. This is an American
saga of a young girl losing the most important male
role model in her life and spending the rest of her
life trying to replace him and how she took on non-
traditional roles to be in control of her life or
perhaps just to subsist. A life that has made
many twists and turns.
The narrative will examine why some of us craft
the choices that we cause. I have had many
mountains and challenges in my lifetime but a very
successful business person in my community once
told me: “Jackie, there is always a key to unlock
the door.” There will always be challenges in our
lives but it so important to find the right key
to unlock the door to that challenge. My modus
operandi is that love prevails and it does! I am a
quintessential romantic.
This book is dedicated to several people who changed the course of my life:
My Mother and Nana, Isabelle Jeannette Scalise
Marasco – Thank you for being so courageous and
non-traditional. Thank you for your recipes of life
and food for the soul.
My father, Joseph Anthony Marasco – Thank you
for allowing me to know that you loved me. You
showed me how much you adored me and even today I
can still feel that love and adoration. Your love
allowed me to not be afraid to love.
My Uncle Norm, Norman Forman – Thank you for
introducing Manhattan – Broadway – front row center
– Cabaret and the spirit to live – live and live.
Thank you for being the rock of Gibraltar for Nana,
Robert and me.
My first love, Thank you for being my first
love. Thank you for always being there for me.
You gave me a passion and hunger to educate myself.
You opened the windows of the world for me to
obtain my education. Love can make the summer fly
or a night seem like a lifetime. Love can turn
one’s world around and the world seems as if it
will last forever. Love can make days seem longer
and words mean more. Love can make pain deeper than
before. Love can bring you glory and bring you
shame. Love can make you break rules that you
have lived by. Love can change everything and
nothing in the world will ever be the same. Thank
you for being my first love.
My first husband, William “Bill” Laney – Thank
you for our wonderful son, Robert. Thank you for
giving me the opportunity to travel the world.
Thank you for introducing the world of
communication to me
My second husband, John DiBella. Thank you for
your love and security. This may sound alarming
and unusual to some readers but your death was your
gift to me. For the gift of your death gave me
the opportunity to commence comprehending the death
of my father that was so sealed into my
subconscious. John was my Father, best friend,
husband, brother, and soul mate. Thank you for
introducing Talbot’s and designer clothes to me.
Thank you for giving me the honor to be your
caretaker and nurturer as you transitioned from
this life to a greater place. It was such a
privilege and mark of distinction gift that you
gave to me. Though the time was brief that period
made a remarkable change in my life.
My significant other from 1996 to 2005, Ray
Drouin. Thank you for helping me truly understand
trust. You were a solid rock in my life and gave
me the most stable time in my life.
My wonderful son, Robert William Laney. Thank
you – thank you – thank you for being my amazing
and superb son. You have been my greatest
deed. You have brought me so much joy.
You have been the perfect son. You are so
always focused – goal oriented – highly driven –
very bright – incredibly funny. You have brought
me so much joy and happiness. Whenever I have been
asked my greatest endeavor, my response
always is the same. “The honor of being Robert’s
Mother – he made it so easy.
My wonderful Lisa. Thank you for falling in
love with Robert. I could not love you any more if
you were my own daughter. You are beautiful
internally and externally. I love you.
Steve Klausz, my therapist – Thank you for
helping me save my life and to see the good in me.
David Stern Esq., my attorney since 1994
who encouraged me to write this chronicle and
who was at my college graduation party in 1999 and
many a court case. My liberal conversationalist
but conservative fiscal administrator.
To my precious COCO – who went to work with me.
every day. Traveled globally with me. COCO who
gave me unconditional love. My COCO CHANEL, my
West Highland Terrier. April 1987 to October 2004.
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