Grandma, this Friday you turn ninety-nine years old, and we couldn't be happier for the chance to have you in our lives for as long as we have!
My earliest memories from childhood are of you in your house on Wolf Road, cooking feasts for the family in the downstairs kitchen...scurrying about, serving salad, then mostacciolli, then meat...and then more meat...all to be followed by sandwiches later that evening made with the leftovers from our meal. Your home was always one that kept our bellies full. What good times and fond memories I look back on from those times.
You demonstrated to all of us how to cook for an army, how to wheel and deal on prices, how to speak a strange Italian-English hybrid language (Cuesta qui?), and how to be strong and carry on when life throws its curve balls. I personally learned a lot about poker, dice, the effects of prune juice (why did I have to drink that when I spent the night?), vinegar shampoo rinses and Johnny Carson (who you graciously let me stay up to watch with you in your bedroom).
I am so very proud of the strong woman that you always have been...and I'd like to think that if I can pass that along to my girls, they'll be able to face just about anything. I love you so very, very much; and I wish that I could be there in person with you to celebrate the beginning of your 100th year in this world. Maybe we can make it down there to visit next year?
Here is a look at your family (that wishes you didn't live so far away!):
And now for some video greetings:
And this just in...more video greetings:
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