Happy Valentines Day
September 14th, 2002
My
grandparents were married 60 years ago today. This afternoon they celebrate with
a small mass given by their friend Father Grasso. The news is that he will not let them take him
out to lunch. I suspect that there will be a small struggle; at the end Grasso
will have the bill.
My grandmother, father and I were all born during wartime. What a strange connection. If I should reproduce in the next few years, we will have a four-generation tradition. Better get hopping.
Valentine courtesy of the Picture Collection, The New York Public Library.
Next week I hope to dazzle you with a theme week that the likes of my maternal grandmother and Imelda Marcos would appreciate. It may be titled Celebrating the Spree.