“I remember the early days of my youth, sitting on the porch swing with my grandparents watching the boats sail through the shining water. These were the good old days, when my grandparents hosted ho.
“I remember the early days of my youth, sitting on the porch swing with my grandparents watching the boats sail through the shining water. These were the good old days, when my grandparents hosted ho.
Once upon a time, when the sun rose above the trees and the first light of day spoke promise, my nonno would turn to my mother and say: “Come, Rose. Let’s go for a ride. We can pack a thermos with som.
It is hard to believe, but Labor Day will soon be upon us. August is a nostalgic month. The end of summer is near when we watch the first leaf fall to the ground. As in life, every season has its own.