Written by Melanie Sinner. One in a collection by Allen Bachoroski, Local Historical Writer and author of “Tales Along the Highway of Legends”
Beatrice G. is the youngest of Frank and Teresa’s ten children. She was born in October of 1930. Bea attended the local grammar schools and graduated from Holy Trinity High School in 1949. She continued her education at Trinidad Junior College, getting her associates degree in education. Beatrice taught grade one through four at El Moro from 1951 to 1955; and spent her summers attending classes at Adams State.
In 1955, Bea met and married James Tobin, who was attending T.J.C. The couple moved to the Denver area in 1956.
In August for 1956, Bea and Jim had their first child, Loretta. Loretta lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and is employed by AT&T. She has a seven year old daughter, Brianne.
James Anthony was born July of 1957. Jim is a C.P.A residing in the Denver area. He and his wife Robin have three children: James Clark (8), Christine (5), and Jaqueline (4).
The Tobins third child arrived in August of 1958. Melanie lives in Milwaukee area with her husband Jeff Sinner. When not at their regular jobs, the couple tend to their small hobby farm. Tamara was born in April of 1964. She lives in Denver. Tammy is a hair-stylist.
Since leaving Trinidad in 1956 Bea has lived in a number of places which include: the Bahamas, San Diego, Milwaukee, and Cody, Wyoming. Bea, who is widowed, is now living in the Denver area and works sales at May D&F.
I remember when I was thirteen when my Grandmother Salerno passed away, so my recollections of her farm in Trinidad are from a child’s point of view. My family and I spent many a holiday down at the farm. It seems like just about every Easter and Christmas the entire Salerno clan would gather for a lot of eating, talking, and laughing. And no Easter celebration was complete without an Easter egg hunt for the kids.
Even though I lived in Denver, I got to see my Grandma and Grandpa quite a bit. My mom and us kids usually spent at least a week down at the farm in the summer. My Uncle Tony usually kept us kids busy during our stay. We couldn’t wait to go to town with him. There was always some produce to drop off somewhere. Tony always had a smile and warm words to whoever he would meet–he was the kindest person I’ve ever known.
My Grandpa, or Papa as everyone called him, was a quiet man. I rarely remember him saying much. He could usually be found somewhere outside puttering or smoking his pipe on his cot in the garage. Then there was my Grandmother or Nana. It seems like she was always cooking or baking something. She was an active woman, but always had time to sit and chat with her grandchildren. Grandma was forever talking it seems–she really loved life and making people laugh. She mostly talked Italian, but every time someone would be heading home, Nana would remind them of the railroad tracks up the lane and tell them to “Watcha the trains”.
Luckily the farm is still in the family. So whenever I visit Ron and Wendy down on the farm, I can relive parts of my childhood. I can see Uncle Tony tending to his rose garden, Papa peeling an apple with his pocket knife, and Nana piecing together one of her beautiful quilts. Those were the days!
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