#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!