It may be all wrong, but this is how I remember it:
Joanna Pascucci lived in a big, brick Italian ranch house on a little hill across from middle school. I felt lucky that day to be part of a group of kids who walked home with the "cool girl" Joanna while we all waited for something that must have been going on later back at school.
We walked up the long dirt driveway and in through the garage. I'd always wondered what it looked like in that house on the hill. Did it have marble? Was it gorgeous?
I'll be honest. I don't know. All I remember is the kitchen island. I was expecting a Venetian mansion, not an Italian mother's suburban Detroit kitchen. It was piled high with brown grocery bags of food. Not just a few bags. But to me, in my 7th grade memory, a dozen at least. Some of the items, bananas, cereal had already made it out of box. There was food on the counters. It was a free-for-all.
I know I marveled out loud at the cornucopia of plenty, because she reminded me of her older brothers and their appetites. I swear she told me her mother gave up on actually putting most of the food in a pantry. It was attacked so quickly by the boys it wasn't worth the time and Read more... The One Titled: What I Have In Common With An Old Classmate’s Mother
It may be all wrong, but this is how I remember it:
Joanna Pascucci lived in a big, brick Italian ranch house on a little hill across from middle school. I felt lucky that day to be part of a group of kids who walked home with the "cool girl" Joanna while we all waited for something that must have been going on later back at school.
We walked up the long dirt driveway and in through the garage. I'd always wondered what it looked like in that house on the hill. Did it have marble? Was it gorgeous?
I'll be honest. I don't know. All I remember is the kitchen island. I was expecting a Venetian mansion, not an Italian mother's suburban Detroit kitchen. It was piled high with brown grocery bags of food. Not just a few bags. But to me, in my 7th grade memory, a dozen at least. Some of the items, bananas, cereal had already made it out of box. There was food on the counters. It was a free-for-all.
I know I marveled out loud at the cornucopia of plenty, because she reminded me of her older brothers and their appetites. I swear she told me her mother gave up on actually putting most of the food in a pantry. It was attacked so quickly by the boys it wasn't worth the time and Read more...