Memories of my Grandmother
These are random, I know, and there likely won't be a point, but... here goes: When I was a kid, maybe 3 or 4 years old, my brother -- who was a year older than me -- and I decided we'd hide on my grandmother who looked after us while both my parents worked. So picture this: 1964 Franklin Avenue, Niagara Falls, Canada. 2-story war-time house with pink siding. The second story has half walls; the top halves follow the angles of the roof lines. Concetta Cavallara Maiolo , a 50-yr-o ld woman, and her husband, Rocco, just three years in Canada living with their daughter and son-in-law loses her 4- and 3-yr-old grandsons. She's looking after the grand-kids while everyone else is working multiple jobs to help make ends meet. Anyhow, so my brother and I decide to do a disappearing act. From our hiding place we can hear our nonna becoming frantic, but do we show ourselves? No, we stay concealed between a wall and an ajar door. Finally she goes outside to get help. We decide to pl