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Mariskaneni. Doesn't get sweeter than this.

I didn't get to meet my mother's mother. You see she died of cancer right before I was born. I did get to meet Nonna Mattia, my father's mother. She lived in Sicily and I was in Florida. I only got to see her twice and she was sick and always in bed. But my dad saved all the letters she wrote him when he emigrated to America so I got to "know" Nonna Mattia a little by reading her tender words to her favorite son Saru'. And I heard stories from father about what a wonderful lady Nonna Mattia was. What a terrific cook and baker she was.
I didn't have grandmothers in my life, but I had Sweety. I mentioned in the last post she was my mother's aunt. She was fabulous! She sounded like Zsa Zsa Gabor and always was ready with a big, warm hug. When I would get in trouble with my mom, she would rescue me. When I fell off my bike and skinned my knee so badly I hobbled down the hill to her house so she could rescue me. When my heart was breaking over some lame guy, she  dried my tears and rescued me. She died in 1998 of Alzheimer's Disease. She forgot English in the last couple years of her life so I had to speak in Hungarian to her. Somehow we understood each other. 

Here she is in one of my all-time favorites of her polyester shirts. Check out that purple pattern!
Here is a photo of her in the 90's and she's wearing another fabulous polyester blouse. Love her little sweater vest (it was 80 degrees outside!). 
 This blog is dedicated to you sweet Sweety. You're always on my mind and I miss you.

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