…and this, of course, is a far cry from the first Gucci operation founded in 1921, in Florence, Italy.
At this point, you may be wondering why I chose to bring up the subject of “Gucci”. Well, the answer is easy enough to understand; I finally got to buy something with the Gucci name on it—not in a Gucci store, but of all places, Costco optometry—I now have in my possession genuine Gucci frames for my eyeglasses.
This morning, I noticed I was actually strutting around my balcony garden—you guessed it—wearing my newfound acquisition, my genuine Gucci glasses. Imagine the Puccini music backdrop for nature’s lighting of the da harv’s latest balcony garden production. Without misconception, the morning sun coming through, pushed by a special breeze; plants were overheard, speaking of how well I looked to them. When I put those glasses on, instantly, da harv became that little kid again.
The old guy would be looking down on a very personal moment he had helped to create so very many years ago in 1921. “Born to a simple Italian leather goods maker, Guccio Gucci was a porter at the Savoy hotel in London when he first became enamored with the glamorous suitcases that the guests arrived with from all over the globe.”
Source: “History of Gucci – Charting the Evolution of Gucci”
And one more thing:
My grandfather, Max Kalmenson, was born in the same era as Guccio Gucci. He, too, was a saddle maker by trade. My father, Charles Kalmenson, born in 1902, immigrated to the United States from Russia two years later, along with his older brother Ben, and my two grandparents, Ethel and Max. My father at age eighteen entered his own business as a leather craftsman in the manufacturing of ladies’ handbags. My dad was accomplished at everything he endeavored: businessman, musician, artist, athlete, and family protector. My dad never went past the third grade in school.
It’s good to have a gifted man as your best friend. My friend led a life of sacrifice.
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