A November to Remember

Cherished Memories

#22 – Thanksgiving

I come from an Italian Catholic family and both my mom and my dad came from families with five children so our gatherings could get quite large.

My Mom’s Family, The Restani’s

My dad’s family, The Stagnaro’s

Pretty much all of the families lived in San Francisco but our family moved to San Bruno when I was almost two and my memories are of those times.  We had a huge kitchen that spanned the width of the house and on Thanksgiving everyone would come to our house for dinner.

I’m the little one right in front.

It was great having everyone over.  Those were the times when we got all those “special” foods like cold meats and focaccia from the deli.  I remember when I was 16 and had just gotten my driver’s license my mom asked me to go to the deli to pick up our order.  What a thrill that was!  I felt so important!  Thinking back on it and being a mom now, I realize that she was probably glad that she didn’t have to leave the house to go pick up stuff!

This year, since our family was apart, we were able to Facetime with each other.  Not the same as all being around the same table, but it was better than nothing!  If you look at the pictures in the bottom corner, you can see the rest of us.
Even though we were in two different states, at three different locations, modern technology brought us together.  
Hope your Thanksgiving was special as well! 

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About scr4pl80

I'm a 60-ish, married, mom to 3, creative soul.
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