Last week we had the extreme pleasure of wishing my Grandma a Happy 90th birthday. Her story is one that I treasure, since her story becomes our heritage. Born of immigrant parents who spoke only broken English, at their best. They refused to let any of the 10 children speak anything BUT English, so that they could "Be American". My grandparents were the rebels by moving WAY out to the west coast when my grandfather got transferred. The rest of the family still lives in the original 5 mile radius, in New York. She was the adventurer, the one who took risks, challenges when they came, and was always looking for the fun in a situation.
She is now the oldest of the siblings, and is the one who has lived the longest EVER in her family. We had an absolute wonderful time, being with family, eating, laughing, eating some more, and celebrating her. Then we ate again. Hey, we are Italian, it is what we do! Her youngest brother came out from New York, as did my cousin. It was magical having us all together for a couple of days.
Happy Birthday GG, we love you!!!
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You're Italian?! No wonder we're friends!!! Me, too :) So fun to be able to celebrate with your grandma. Italian grandmas are wonderful!!
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