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Mamma e Nonni

I remember finding a bunch of negatives in my parents’ attic years ago; they looked so interesting that I decided to print them [I had a dark room, back then, even though I was developing photos very amateurishly]. The negatives were not well kept, they had scratches or acid marks, but I did not care, … Continue reading

Nativity Scene In The Bread

In Italy people like to decorate their homes for Christmas just like here in the USA, even though a nativity scene is probably the most important piece displayed. Not everybody decorates trees, as it is commonly known to be a pagan custom [we are talking about a Catholic country here 🙂 ]. I have seen … Continue reading

Mamma

This is my mom when she was young. I love this photo: she looks beautiful and happy.And she’s holding a puppy.

At The "Veterinario"

At The "Veterinario"

The white fluffy thing trying to hide is Lilo, my mother’s poodle. He’s hiding because he knows is at the vet clinic for his annual check-up. My daughter and I joined this “fun” event while we were visiting my mother in Italy this past summer. My mom convinced Lilo to sit on her lap, but … Continue reading

Pink Link 7

Since this week has been all about my daughter, I might as well continue on the theme and contribute to Pink Saturday with this photo of Stephanie when she was about 4 years old. We were spending our vacation in Sardinia, Italy. Stephanie, who obviously loved pink, decided to accessorize her pink polka-dot bathing suit … Continue reading

Congratulations, Stephanie!

I just had to dedicate a post to my daughter who, beside being the best thing that ever happened to me, is such a great person. I often wonder “how did she become the way she did?”. I just want to brag a little, please allow me. When she was a baby, she never kept … Continue reading

Stop and Smell. Period.

When I was 13 or 14 years old, my dad gave me a bottle of Miss Dior by Christian Dior perfume as a gift.I liked everything about that gift: the box, the fact I had to struggle to tear the cellophane wrapping, the shape of the bottle, the black and white checkered label, the scent, … Continue reading

Pater, Requiescat In Pace

My dad died in 1995.This is his tomb. In Italy. That’s where I photographed the white pebbles in the blog header. The name shown below my dad’s is Maurizio, my brother, born before me; he only lived 40 days. He was also buried there. When I was little I used to go with my mom … Continue reading

Sweet Papa`

I found old photos of my dad when I went home to Italy. They are not very clear, but I like them.The first three portray him in uniform during WWII. He never talked much about those times…Only that he spent two years prisoner in Albany [the state, that is, the one near Greece]…. And he … Continue reading

Vintage

This is just a short post to show photos of my 98 years old aunt [zia Piera], and her living room. Mostly because I find it amazing that both look so good for their age. The plush angora cat on her couch has been there since I was a little girl. The whole living room … Continue reading