Last month some of my cousins and I helped to clean the home of our 90 year old aunt who recently went to live at an assisted living facility. It is a job that brought back many happy memories for all of us.
The home belonged to my paternal grandparents. My parents and I lived in the apartment above the main house until I was 13-years old. It was a middle-class blue color neighborhood; one where you could feel safe playing outside until dark. Unfortunately it has fallen to the urban blight that is so common nowadays.
There was an acre of land that was home to fruit trees, a grape arbor, berry bushes and vegetable gardens. The land sustained my grandparents and 10 children through the depression.
Growing up with Italian grandparents, I remember aunts, uncles and cousins congregating at the house on Thursday evenings and Sundays for generous servings of homemade pasta, meatballs, sausage and freshly baked bread. I was an only child for 11 years, but I saw my cousins so often that they were more like brothers and sisters than cousins.
One of our favorite places together was the front porch. I couldn’t resist taking one more picture of ‘the cousins’ and our uncle on the front porch.
We have found many family pictures and hand crocheted lace made by my grandmother. What an excuse for a family get-together! The cousins will gather at my house this weekend to go through the ‘bounty’ we were able to salvage and share memories. Everyone is bringing a dish to pass and we’ll have Italian sausage and meatball sandwiches.There is always time to quilt!