No, I dont have any pictures of Irene, nor of my grandfather, but I have very vivid memories of him because he visited somewhat frequently.You mentioned earlier that he and Irene adopted my father, nothing could be further from the truth. Irene couldnt handle having three young boys so she imported a relative, my grandmother Lola, from Puerto Rico to be a nanny more or less to her family.When she discovered that Lola was impregnated by Don Juan, she asked her to leave and Lola returned to Puerto Rico where my father was born. Juan never married Lola and my father was raised in Puerto Rico until age 12 when his mother died of tuberculosis.My dad then went to live with his mother's family in New York, the Gerenas.After a while his Uncle Felix tracked down the old man and told him he better acknowledge his son and take responsibility for him.Juan did, and promptly put my dad to work by having him open his store at 4:30 every morning, before he went off to school.Your father and uncles Willie and Danny were put into an orphanage by their mother Irene when they were little boys where they grew up from ages 4 to about 18.Juan saw very little of them during that time, and would visit occasionally in the orphanage. By the grace of God, my dad has his grandmother on the Gerena side.But your dad and uncles had no love for either of their parents. Randy and Theresa spent a year in our home raised by my mother and dad.They were very young, Randy was a baby.Beth, their mother, and yours, I believe, wanted to be in the movies, and your father came to my parents and asked them to raise the kids in her absence.I remember Beth also although I was a little girl.I remember that one day, a year later she came to our house with the police and took Randy and Theresa away.When the old man died he left everything he had to my father.My father kept not a penny, sold his dad's house and everything he had, and gave the money to his three brothers, Willie, Danny and John.So much more to tell, for another time.