My mom celebrated Easter very simply, even well into my adulthood, by hiding a treat and say "hot" when I was getting close, and "cold" when I was getting far. More importantly, while I was hearing about eggs and the Eeaster Bunny in school, she was the first to teach me that the special day was about the resurrection of Jesus, which changed my outlook until this day.

Last night, I dined with friends at a fine restaurant, which led me to ponder about my mom's tales about her mom's cooking. I remember being told of her cooking hamburger mixed with bread crumbs and of cous cous.

Among my happiest memories was visiting my aunt Valentine in Lynn, Massachusetts. She was a very gracious hostess. She would serve a three course meal starting with appetizers and ending with a fine dessert. It was there that I was introduced to sardines in the vicinity of 1968, which has been among my favorite foods ever since.

My parents started their lives together in Fairhaven, Massachusetts, and in Boston shortly thereafter. There, my dad completed his bahcelor's degree in electrical engineering at MIT, began working his new profession until he got laid off in or about 1964. I was born in 1958. In 1966, we lived in Newport, Rhode Island and in Middletown in 1969 onward until my mother died in 2005. In 2006, my dad moved to an assisted living place in Attleborough, Massachusetts until he needed to be moved to a sucured unit, about one year leater,which had no vacancies. Fortunately, an affiliated place had what he needed; therefore, he was moved there. He died in 2010 in Framingham, Massachusetts. They got buried in the Juniper Hill cemetary in Bristol, Rhode Island.

My father met my mother in Nice during a trip gifted him by his dad at a USO. It was love at first sight. Her father screened him by examining him on chemistry to be sure he truly was an enginnering student at MIT he claimed to be.

Mom's Passport for Coming to America for Marriage