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Around The Table
I have been searching for my Sicilian roots. Tracing my American family line from the dawn of the 20th century is easy. Grandparents and great grandparents arrived in New York with the flood of immigrants. Many stories were told around the family table. From listening, I learned why they left their homeland, who they left… Continue reading A Family Reunion Sicilian Style
A search for my maternal great-grandfather's mother, Margherita, pulled me down the genealogy rabbit hole.
Summer hosts outdoor parties, picnics, clambakes, and reunions. These gatherings go by several names. My family has such a party each summer at my parents’ house. It goes by a few names—The Family Picnic or Clambake, The Reunion, The Crazy Truglio Day (as neighbors may refer). It doesn’t matter what it is called. Everyone knows… Continue reading The Family Picnic/Clambake
Back in the day, my hometown, Sayville, Long Island, was in the midst of a growth spurt with neighborhood developments and new schools to accommodate the bursting baby boomer generation. Children were everywhere. Organized playdates and managed time were not yet invented. Kids played outside almost all day. They knew the neighbors, and explored fields… Continue reading Playing With Invisible Men
My family moved from a cozy cottage in Amityville, Long Island to a brand new spacious colonial in Sayville—20 miles further east on the island that felt rural to my Brooklyn-born parents and their families still rooted in the homeland. My parents had bought the lot six or seven years before building the house. It… Continue reading Windows and Wildlife
