Christmas was meant for cookies. Right after decorating the tree, cookie making rang in the start of the Christmas season when I was growing up. Smells of pine needles bumped up against the thick, rich scent of butter and sugar. I come from a long line of cookie making women. Church Windows were one of [...]
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Decorating with stories – my favorite part of Christmas. Every year, it’s like finding an old mix tape from high school in a dusty box. We have a tradition. The first ornament we hang comes from my parent’s first christmas tree. My mom, a young newlywed living halfway across the world, fancied up whiffle balls [...]
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Jell-o first hit the scene in 1895. Flopped. Patent sold and resold. In 1923, it was sold to a fledging General Foods corporation. The landscape of dessert was forever changed. Housewives rejoiced. A quick and speedy dessert. A modern convenience to be molded. Decorated. Bespeckled with fruit. My Grandparents were married in 1943. The Great [...]
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It’s peak apple season. They’re piled by the bushel at our Farmer’s Market. Standing there this weekend, inhaling a woodsy sweet Arkansas Black, I remembered another Farmer’s Market. Back when my hands were smaller. And I was the child dancing at an elbow instead of having a child bouncing around mine. Our town was a [...]
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This picture is a family treasure. Because we are highly intellectual and creative, we simply call him the “Blue Boy”. My handsome, young parents lived in Broughton, England. For months when they were out and about, they passed the Blue Boy hanging in the window of a small shop. My mother had just lost a [...]
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Let me introduce you to Frances Louise Bosso Mollica. “Franny” for short. She came into this world on May 27, 1923 in Altoona, the oldest of 6 kids. Her parents immagrated from Calabria, Italy. Her mother never learned english. Franny was my great-grandmother’s translator. She didn’t learn English until she was 7. 7 year old [...]
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August 30th, 1969. A boy and a girl at the beginning of their story. So much joy. Love slips out as laughter and a smile. They didn’t have a clue what was coming. All they knew. In that moment. Was that he loved her and she loved him. And that’s all a love story needs [...]
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I’ve had this picture of my Dad for years. I don’t know much about it. My Dad didn’t talk much about his growing up years. It sits on an old (and presently dusty) sewing machine / table in my bedroom. He’s 3 or 4 which would mean it was taken around 1946. He was the [...]
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According to my mother, this picture was taken somewhere in Cairo (where we were living at the time) to memorialize my First Communion. As for my brother – maybe my mom was hoping to find an audtion for an Egytpian remake of Saturday Night Fever after the photo session. He’s looking pretty fly …
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