Rudy Parisotto died recently. He was Americo Parisotto's brother. Americo was my grandfather...my father's father. I don't remember Nono, but I remember Nana. Her name was Martha Mary...my birth name.
We'd go to Springfield every Thanksgiving to a big chaotic, Italian experience. I remember being a little girl and loving the whole deal. People everywhere--yelling, not AT, but TO each other! Men would be sitting and gossiping. Women would be up and cooking.
Nana taught me about gnocchi, an Italian potato dumpling. I remember being as tall as her apron strings. I remember her very round Italian belly...and gnocchi.
My great uncle's daughter recently told me that Nana didn't know much English, but she sure knew English curse words!
~~Oh, Phor Phuck's Sake! That explains my "habit"~~