Has your Sicilian grandfather ever piled 12 kids in his Edsel to drive to the Tastee-Freeze on Easter Sunday afternoon?
Have your Sicilian grandparents ever bought wooden case after wooden case of 7-UP bottles available around the clock 'for your enjoyment' so you would never go thirsty?
Has your Sicilian grandmother ever made pan after pan of unbelievably delicious and mouthwatering homemade pizza out of a box of hot roll mix?
Have you ever had an Easter biscotti cookie made just for you, large enough to hold an egg and lasts you for months as you scrape away at it with your baby teeth?
These are just a few of the wonderful memories I cherish about having two tiny Sicilians as my grandparents. They may have been teeny tiny but everything they did made a large impact on our family, especially at holiday time.
...I remember the turn signals in that Edsel...loud, melodic and clear as a bell over 12 "screaming for joy" kids;
...I remember the bubbles of the 7-UP as they burned through my nasal passages;
...I remember fighting over the last piece of pizza as it fell on the floor;
...I remember eating that egg of the biscotti cookie even though the white part was a creepy greenish-gray;
So it wasn't perfect or classy or entirely safe. But it made us completely happy and I will forever be grateful for them. May you go make some imperfect, unclassy, questionably unsafe memories with your family, too.
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