Joseph T. Renaldi
Biography of Joseph T. Renaldi
I am originally from Windber, Pennsylvania.For many years I lived in Frackville located in eastern Pennsylvania.I am the author of The Wailing Wind, A Tale of Love and Obsession and an assortment of poetry.The poem, Graduation Day is the most read of all the poems that I have written thus far.Many of my poems have been used by many individuals and organizations throughout the world.I spent forty(40) years in the field of education and am now retired.Since my retirement I spent much of my time to the visual arts, especially writing, painting, drawing, and woodcrafts.My basic life resume consists of the following: Education: Windber High School, Windber, PA, Western Maryland College, Westminster, MD.Military Service: USAF - United States, Japan, Korea.I have been married to the former Doris Hawk of Littlestown, PA for sixty (60) years. Children: Jan Renaldi, Morrisville, NC, Daniel J. Renaldi, Frackville, PA, Lori Renaldi Waqar, Harrisburg, PA. Grandchildren: Brianna Renaldi, Wilmington, NC, Lindsay Nicole Waqar, Harrisburg, PA.
During my career I served in the following capacities: Assistant Football Coach, Tachikawa AFB, Japan, Assistant Varsity Football Coach, Western Maryland College, Westminster, MD. Head Football Coach and Teacher of Civics and Economics at New Cumberland High School, New Cumberland, PA. Head Football, Basketball, and Baseball Coach and teacher of Latin and History at Frackville High School, Frackville, PA. Assistant Varsity Football Coach at Drexel University, Philadelphia, PA. Teacher, Defensive Football Coordinator, Head Track Coach, Junior High Basketball Coach in the Saint Clair Area School District, Saint Clair, PA. I served as the Administrative Assistant to the Superintendent of the Saint Clair Area School District, Saint Clair, PA for twenty (20) years.
Joseph T. Renaldi's Works:
The Wailing Wind, A Tale of Love and Obsession
Joseph T. Renaldi Poems
Once Upon An Autumn Day
Once Upon an autumn day, Colorful leaves began to fade In the midst of a chilly, frosty air As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.
Graduation Day is the climax of a dream. A parental dream that began when a child is born, And their hope come true it would seem, A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
There are strange and mysterious sounds When the winds of winter blow, The long nights are crystal clear and cold, And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
Once Upon A Summer Day
Once upon a Summer day, Birds chirped in a musical way, Grass drenched in the morning dew, The sky covered in a vast color of blue.
Duties Of A Teacher
The everyday duties of a teacher Are as difficult as they can be, Whether in an elementary or secondary school Or whether the teacher is a he or she.
A Penny Candy Store
Walking by an old abandoned building That once housed a penny candy store, I envisioned all the wide-eyed children As they gazed at the display of candy galore.
The Enchanted Forest
I enjoy strolling along the narrow path, As it meanders through the forest. It generates a feeling of relaxation, And puts my troubled mind to rest.
Autumn On The Horizon
Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell By the colored leaves that fell, While all around the land was green, The change in the season hardly seen.
A Lost Boy And His Dog
I'm a little boy isolated from everyone, And my family and friends need to see That I'm missing from the neighborhood scene. Perhaps they have forgotten all about me.
Journey Of Life
Take the journey through life with me, dear, Cuddle close to my weary side. I need you to help guide me, dear, Whatever betide.
My Beloved Sister
Today, while I sit in my rocking chair to rest Reminiscing the time that I loved the best, In my vision I can once more see, My beloved sister and brothers and even me.
Hope For The Future
Today we face the trying times Of heartache and pain. Many hopes and dreams are shattered, And prayers seem to be in vain.
Friendship Must Be Earned
What a pathetic place this world would become If there were not such a thing as friendship? Friends come in different races, color, or creed, And form a trustworthy union that never bends,
A Grieving Mother
Now - our home is extremely lonesome Since my son went away. Although the sun is shining, The sky seems dull and gray.
The snowflakes fall quietly upon the shrubs,
And glitter like heavenly stars,
A variety of shapes from the clouds above,
Causing my thoughts to wander far.
No snowflake is quite alike,
A fact proven through the years,
But holding them in the palm of my hand,
The melting process soon appears.