Grandma Grace (Grazia Gentile) Tocci & Baby Aurgelo (Angelo) Found

There is little known about my father's parents you can read their history here:
& to view everything click here:
That being said because she entered Wingdale (Hospital/Mental Institution) by the early 1930s suffering from Dementia at least 10 years prior to being admitted adding to that living a 
hard life 
"dirt poor" in an abusive marriage did not make for a wonderful life & photos of her became impossible to find until a cousin recently located them in an album
These photos appear to be taken in a suburban area it is certainly not NYC & I doubt it's Wingdale She had a brother in Newton MA maybe these were taken at his home or another relative they also "feel," like Florida but based on her age I do not know how she would've been anywhere that far during her stay at Wingdale (Where she remained until her death in 1954)
My father very much resembled her as shown in the bottom photo something most did not know
She died two years before I was born & with her passing also died much of what we knew as my Father rarely spoke of her I do not know how often he visited her or if she recalled who he was but we now have a face to put with a name a face long lost I do know who the woman is standing next to her
The document below is a 1915 death certificate for a one year old infant named Augelo or Angelo Tocci a baby listed in the 1915 NYC Census (you can see that & all of their info & history by going to the link at the top of this post & clicking on Tocci Documents & Tocci History) In 1910 I found a baby Americo who died as an infant following that years census
Two years later in 1912 my father was born & named Americo.  In 1915 my then three year old father along with his parents & siblings  are featured at this time with Augelo in that years census however Augelo is never seen again nor did my father ever mention him but as a toddler he may have forgotten about him but like his mother Grace he is found


Italian Sunday Dinner Tradition Dies Like Family

Your family most likely has a tradition or traditions. They often evolve around holidays possibly vacations and (almost) always food.
Most families who migrated to the U.S. brought not only with them their origin but tradition.
Italian's often had a huge Sunday dinner.
While it centered around immediate family your aunts, uncles, cousins, friends even friends of friends
were welcomed (Sound familiar?).
Sunday dinner was EVERY Sunday and most family showed every time. 
FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!
There were far too many people to fit into a kitchen or dining room. Some ate in the living room watching TV and if your kitchen was like mine there was a portable TV in there too & it was often on amidst "thirty five"shouting, yelling, talking, laughing LOUDLY at the same time...and back in the day SMOKING...at the table.
TRADITION!
You think this is the way it always will be. Some come. Some go. But TRADITION is always there.
The reality is traditions die...like family.
After my mother at 73 years old died in 1988 our family Sunday dinner traditions also died. Everyone went their own way.
Her sister, my Aunt Clara like my mother had Sunday Dinners too. She lived into her mid 90's. The upswing to longevity is life itself however you also outlive your peers and with them TRADITION.
Family moves on. The table once as crowded with food as the "crowd," inside was often empty. Maybe a small meal for one or two maybe a handful but it was nowhere near the TRADITION you recalled. Eventually, everyone stopped coming and the TRADITION dies.
I've tried to regain some of the TRADITION but like those before me it didn't last, in fact it failed. Most don't see the value, if not the need for family traditions. There's often a reason they can't make it but they're often excuses.
Years ago someone would carry on a tradition. Today, it's not important. Maybe they're right. 
Who cares? What's the big deal? It doesn't matter. 
When you lose TRADITION you lose not only what is your family's history but you lose the identity of your family's ancestry if not family itself. 
My kids now adults don't seem to care about carrying on tradition. My grand kids are far removed from what once was. They were born decades after my mother died & years after my aunt passed away.
I hope someday they too can enjoy a TRADITION maybe one started in their home as children or one they create as adults because TRADITION is important. 
MANGIA!