In the midst of World War II, Francesco Resta, was able to find a way to stay out of fighting in the war. He was able to use his mechanic savvy ways to pick up odd jobs around the railroad fields, which eventually led to a full time job on the railroads and a ticket out of combat. If it were not for this railroad job, Francesco would have never stumbled into my grandma’s small café in Paris. The desire to stay out of combat luckily brought my grandfather out of the battlefields and into the work zone, but also brought something even more special, the love of his life, Simone. Simone was the daughter of the café owners where the some working soldiers would go and grab a quick bite to eat in between their work hours. Francesco and his buddies found this quaint café, but even better a beautiful young lady. ...
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...ned the values of friendship, hardwork and compassion from the war, which they brought forth to the whole Resta family. All of the adults in the family work full-time jobs for income support and to show their children how important it is to work hard and appreciate life. Grandpa and Simone have taught all of the Resta family how to appreciate life, together. Grandpa never forgot to make sure that everyone knew “if it wasn’t for me, none of you would be here.”
Francesco and Simone sitting behind the bar at Simone's family restaurant in Paris, Paris. Personal photograph by author. 1942.
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