Thursday, October 22, 2026

Help Matt Get Home — Chapter One: The House of Stone

My GoFundMe is live: 'Help Matt Get Home — A Lifetime of Giving, Now in Need.' I built houses of stone with my own hands. Illness and hospice took my home — now I'm fighting to get back to one of my own. Every share and every dollar helps: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-matt-get-home-a-lifetime-of-giving-now-in-need — Cash App: $MatthewEBugno


Chapter One — The House of Stone


Before the hospital, there was a house of stone — and Matthew Bugno built it with his own hands.


Stone by stone he raised walls meant to outlast him. On his farm the days were full: gardens, animals, a table with room always for one more. If you were hungry, he cooked. If you carried a burden, he carried it with you. He mentored the young, listened to the old, and asked nothing back.


In 2007 he walked his daughter Elisabeth down the aisle, a father's whole heart on his arm.


The rooms held music — the great masters, light and shadow moving over stone. Not a rich man's life. A full one.


A hobbit at home: kettle on, door open to any who knocked.


Then, in the summer of 2024, his heart began to fail.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tawney Boy

Tawney Boy. AKA Big Blue

Tawney Boy

By matt
Monday, March 24, 2003

I miss him alot. You should have seen how this cat could attack me! I mean out of fun and play of course. He really was quite a buddy till things went wrong.

Good Morning. Well I just got up late. 7am for me since I am usally up at 5 am. I was thinking about my poor kitty that had to be put to sleep due to kidney failure



, This boy came from Angels for Animals, He was a great cat. Never played but liked to attack my ankles and legs while chasing me thru the house. I am a little scared to get another since the Vet is not too sure why he went into kidney failure. My daughter Rue Anastasia saw him at the Angels for Animals adoption center at the Boardman, Oh PetSmart store. The reason my wife and Rue adopted him is because he was the same as a 19 year old cat named Tawn that I had from 1975 on. You figure the math. Any way I miss him.

Matthew E. is the author, Firmly believing that the perfection of the heaven's and god's graces live only within him. And he is not the least bit conceited even with this blessing.

Calling all brick layers




Calling all brick layers

By matt
Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Great house takes a lot of care to get this place where it wants to be. I think that I am going to open it to the public for tours so that it can off set some of the cost. Just Joking

Just woke up! I get up around 5 am every day, 4 of those to go to work. I am sitting in the wing back chair looking into the living room see the new stenciling that my wife Marsha Lee has done as a border on the top of the walls. Very nice. I'll post a picture of it soon. In the meantime I am going to show you a pic of the fireplace that we just enjoy year round. The house was built in 1922 so the chimney had a few problems to cope with. So we converted to gas logs. Not as thrilling but ever so more convienent. Who knows how to deal with a chimney and the repair. I have no idea where to start. It is the top of a masonary monster that needs repointed. I find it hard to fly 2 stories with a bucket of mortar in my hand.


Pic from 2002 Thanksgiving I think.


Matt is the author and he can be an arrogant loving caring bozo.