Monday, February 29, 2016

A moment later we were elated to discover the driver was none other than Dean Martin himself!


Hey pallies, it's a leap year and that means that we have an extra day of Dino-amore month to linger a bit longer in this special season of hugely heartfelt homage of our King of Cool.  So, likes we wanna close out this sweetest of sweet season with a supremely special selection of remarkable remembrance from yet 'nother who was powerfully privileged to meet our most beloved Dino in the flesh.!

A few 'go as we were doin' our almost daily google blog Dino-search, we were Dino-directed to a blog tagged News Blaze where a lady tagged Miss Cookie Curci superbly scribed her remarkable remembrance of bein' in the presence of our most beloved Dino, "When Dino Sang, That Was Amore." Miss Curci's bio tell us that she "is an experienced syndicated writer, born and raised in San Jose, California."

We certainly don't want to retell Cookie's story for her, but we will say that the year was 1958 and the family was on their annual vacation to LA.  Likes we never ever tire of hearin' other lovers of our Dino who were blissfully blessed to find themselves in his presence, and Miss Curci's story is truly touchin' and tender and will beautifully bless Dino-philes everwhere!  We solemnly salute Miss Cookie Curci and tremendously thank her for sharin' her and her fam's extraordinary encounter with our Dino.  We thanks all the pallies at "News Blaze" for gettin' this up on the ol' web.  Awesomely Dino-awed, DMP


When Dino Sang, That Was Amore

By Cookie Curci

'When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, you're in love.'

Dean Martin's voice echoes from the scratchy 45rpm record on my turntable, filling the room with nostalgia. His hit song "That's Amore" - or, as we used to call it, "the pizza song" - brings back memories of the early 1950s.

Back in those less complicated days, a promise from Mom and Dad to take us to a Martin-Lewis film Friday night at the Garden Theatre was enough to keep us on our best behavior all week.

Dean Martin's charisma appealed to all types and ages. The ladies were attracted to his dark good looks and romantic singing voice. Youngsters adored his silly shenanigans with partner Jerry Lewis. But it was Martin's bon vivant lifestyle that earned the envy of every man. The handsome, sleepy-eyed singer was second in command in Frank Sinatra's famed leisure club, the Rat Pack.

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When the clan held its celebrated summit meetings Dino was the straight man to the Chairman of the Board. Martin's longtime association with his renowned cronies appealed to fans worldwide and served to enhance Dino's legendary devil-may-care image. Despite Martin's public facade, he was quite the family man privately and the proud father of eight.

To the children of Italian immigrants, like my own mom and dad, Martin's success was especially meaningful. Martin was born Dino Paul Crocetti and grew up in a multicultural part of town in Steubinville, Ohio, during the Depression. His youth paralleled the lives of many second-generation Italians. And so it was only natural that they would especially relish his good fortune and fame.

On our annual family vacations to Los Angeles, the first thing we did upon arrival was drive past Dean Martin's two-story rambling estate in Beverly Hills, always with hopes of catching a glimpse of the superstar.

I'll never forget the year, 1958, that we passed by Martin's home and Dad decided to drive into Martin's driveway for a closer look. Peering through the gates we were surprised to see, amid the plush landscape, a small, well-tended vegetable garden. Tomatoes, fava beans and long green Italian peppers filled a small portion of the star's back yard. We were all so enthralled by the discovery of Dino's Italian vegetable garden that we almost didn't notice the dazzling red T-Bird that had pulled up behind us.

A moment later we were elated to discover the driver was none other than Dean Martin himself!

He had paused to collect his mail and was waiting patiently for us to move our car so he could get into his driveway.

Martin's attractive wife, Jeanie, and young son, Dino Paul, came out to greet him at the gate, adding to our thrilling moment. Noticing our excitement, Martin generously walked over to our car, signed autographs for Mom and me, shook hands with Dad and exchanged a few words in Italian. I couldn't help but notice the star's large, awkward hands as he signed my autograph book, reminding me of his early years of prizefighting as a welterweight in his hometown.

That year we drove home on cloud nine, reliving the excitement over and over again.

I was so saddened on that Christmas Day to hear the news of Dean Martin's passing. I felt as if a distant friend had left me. The songs of Dean Martin will always rekindle happy memories in our lives, and for that his fans will always be grateful.




4 comments:

blueiscoool said...

I must say this was a great story from Miss Cookie Curci. Can you image getting the chance to see DM's home and as an added bonus the main man just happened to pull up behind you! What a thrill of a lifetime it must have been for the family to say the least. It is nice to hear how nice DM was, i am sure he had a long day and the last thing he wants to see is a strangers car blocking his own driveway. I am sure things would have been handled much differently today. It just shows once again what a gentlemen DM was, esp when it came to his fans.

What a great read and way to end the month of February, on a high and happy note! Thank you DMP for bringing this gem our way!

Have a great week my friend.

Scott

Danny G. said...

Truly a fun & touchin' tale, pallie. Thanks again for sharin' Miss Curchi's cool cool memories.

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes thanks Scotty-o, we knew you and all the other Dino-holics gathered 'round this waterin' hole would deeply digs this Dino-testimonial. Keeps lovin', and when you can sharin' our most beloved Dino!

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes Danny-o, thanks very much for the patter...truly a touchin' and tender tale of the deepest of deep devotion to our one and only Dino! Keeps lovin' 'n sharin' our most beloved Dino!