Vincent Panella

The First Glass

This is my writing space on Vermontviews.org, “Qualify of Life, Sprit of Place.” Here you will find my observations on life, art, family and friends. A few entries are posted here. See the Vermont Views site for the others.

For the Birds

            My grandma believed that birds were the souls of the dead. She would throw out bread soaked in water for the sparrows, grackles and stray pigeons from the nearby coops. She also believed in olive oil as a universal cure and that certain people possessed...

Who Art In

He was born in 1916 in a dirt road town off the Appian Way. His mother died in the Spanish Flu pandemic soon after. He came here at seven, grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, quit school at sixteen - it was the depression - worked at who knows what, became a city fireman, then...

Contact Vincent

vpaul@sover.net