Autumn is slowly creeping into our area. The grape and olive harvests are in full swing. The days are lovely and warm, but not uncomfortably hot. Nights are sometimes cool enough for a light blanket. For some reason, autumn always reminds me of Nonno’s house, our summer home. It’s the house my husband was bornContinueContinue reading “Goodbye to Our Nonno House”
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Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties
My maternal grandmother was a wonderful grandma, especially considering her high tolerance for rambunctious children. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like kids. But I don’t like having a dozen of them around at the same time, which is what often happened at my grandparents’ home during summer vacations. Then again, Grandma was a littleContinueContinue reading “Buddy, Grandma, and the Cleaning Parties”
Honoring Dad
Today I’m looking back, way back. Yesterday was Dad’s birthday and he would have been 87. He died last year, just 4 days before his 86th birthday. I still miss him and always will. Especially because of all the years we lost. All my years overseas, so far away from my family. It’s not thatContinueContinue reading “Honoring Dad”
God Will Keep a Place For You: Even If It’s Only a Tent
Our 8 suitcases were bulging with the few possessions we had left, including eight teddy bears! Except for one box we had left with my parents and the little money we had. We were finally ready to leave for the mission field! There was nothing left to do but relax and wait for the dayContinueContinue reading “God Will Keep a Place For You: Even If It’s Only a Tent”
Chestnuts Bursting on an Open Fire
Chestnuts, an open fire, and the importance of finding joy in simple things. The fire didn’t heat better out of the fireplace. All it really did was create more smoke! Although no one would ever convince the dear, stubborn, old man of that! Yet we fondly remember those simple evenings of reading by the fireContinueContinue reading “Chestnuts Bursting on an Open Fire”
Italian Newspapers: Thoughts of the Past
As a child, I remember my father poring over the Daily News, our local newspaper. Every evening, since ours didn’t have a morning edition, he’d sit in his easy chair, newspaper in hand. Slippers on his feet. For some reason, red flannel plaid slippers come to mind. Although I’m sure he had other kinds over theContinueContinue reading “Italian Newspapers: Thoughts of the Past”