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Around The Table
It was a cozy two-bedroom cottage on a dead-end street. It was my husband’s, Matt, grandparents’ house. In 1980, his grandmother, Oma, died quietly in her bed. Six months later, Opa passed away in the guest room of an old acquaintance in Florida. His body was shipped to New York and laid to rest next… Continue reading A Ghost Story
Ok, I'll say it, "I hate pink!” This is an extremely hard statement to say out loud on paper since pink has forever been my favorite color. Forever! Pink was always my color. The pink passion started early. My mother always dressed my three younger sisters and me in the same style dresses and coats.… Continue reading Surrendering Pink
My school career began back in the autumn of 1963. The First Day of Kindergarten was going to be the first time I would leave the security of my home and family all by myself. I do not remember being anxious. Throughout the summer my parents, aunts, uncles and grandmother exclaimed that I was the… Continue reading First Day of Kindergarten
Many Italian-American families, like mine, christened first born sons the paternal grandfather's name. Second born sons were given the maternal grandfather's name, and the third sons wore their father's name. Daughters' names similarly honored the matriarchal line. Families were littered with Vitos, Paulos, Marias, and Christinas. It was a mystery, then, that my dad's father,… Continue reading Sweet William
My parents recently marked their 60th anniversary. My sisters and I arranged and coordinated a Beach Week at Davis Park, Fire Island--a Destination Celebration close to home. Three houses were rented and filled to capacity with our families. A Big Day Celebration was set on July 3rd. Nieces, nephews, cousins, and siblings joined us to… Continue reading Diamond Magic
