What loving words about Grammy — i wished you could have met her younger self. She adored you. Thought you looked like Snow Whiite with your fair complexion and dark hair. She could have filled you with Depression Era stories that although were “hard times” were filled with love and some laughter from her 6 siblings. She had a grateful heart for the small pleasures she received like making whipped cream from the layer of cream that floated from the top of the bottle of milk allowed by welfare assistance or the sweet homemade peanut brittle her mother made from peanuts, her Uncle Vinny would surprise the family with. They were asweet highlight from a steady diet of Lentils and endless pasta meals. She didn’t dwell on the struggles. I think she was grateful for surviving a time that was difficult for many enjoying her present life with my dad - Bert the love of her life, her children extended family- especially her sister Fran and husband John who she lived next to for over 20 years and her many friends. Thank you for sharing your story about my mom I couldn’t have chosen a better one.
You are an amazing storyteller. I laughed. Tears welled in the eyes. I felt your presence in every paragraph from my phone screen. While it would go without writing, I have to write it here to claim credit later: keep putting out bangers like this piece and you are going to have amassed 1) not only a precious anthology of thoughtfully captured and curated moments, 2) not only a following as one of the voices of our times, but also 3) a shitload of cash.
Dee was a kind and caring lady. Thank you for sharing your memories of Dee and Bert. Dee was one of the most non-judgmental and loving persons I ever met. You are fortunate to have her as a role model.
Sentimental. Honest. Clean.
Thank you kindly 🤍
What loving words about Grammy — i wished you could have met her younger self. She adored you. Thought you looked like Snow Whiite with your fair complexion and dark hair. She could have filled you with Depression Era stories that although were “hard times” were filled with love and some laughter from her 6 siblings. She had a grateful heart for the small pleasures she received like making whipped cream from the layer of cream that floated from the top of the bottle of milk allowed by welfare assistance or the sweet homemade peanut brittle her mother made from peanuts, her Uncle Vinny would surprise the family with. They were asweet highlight from a steady diet of Lentils and endless pasta meals. She didn’t dwell on the struggles. I think she was grateful for surviving a time that was difficult for many enjoying her present life with my dad - Bert the love of her life, her children extended family- especially her sister Fran and husband John who she lived next to for over 20 years and her many friends. Thank you for sharing your story about my mom I couldn’t have chosen a better one.
You are an amazing storyteller. I laughed. Tears welled in the eyes. I felt your presence in every paragraph from my phone screen. While it would go without writing, I have to write it here to claim credit later: keep putting out bangers like this piece and you are going to have amassed 1) not only a precious anthology of thoughtfully captured and curated moments, 2) not only a following as one of the voices of our times, but also 3) a shitload of cash.
😭😭😭❤️ tears are also welling in my eyes as I look at my own phone screen this minute!!
Who knew raw meatballs could be so beautiful to read about! Grandma Carmela, how you’d love fabulous adult Carmella.
Thank you for loving me and my meatballs❤️
Dee was a kind and caring lady. Thank you for sharing your memories of Dee and Bert. Dee was one of the most non-judgmental and loving persons I ever met. You are fortunate to have her as a role model.