memoir
My First Day of School
I thought everyone spoke Italian. I turned five at the end of August and a week later was taken to a place they called "school."
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Stories & Memoirs
Short pieces from a life that began in Italian and had to learn everything else along the way.
memoir
The Shoemaker
I was allowed to run one errand alone when I was younger. The Shoe Repair shop was sandwiched in between the Dime Store and the Postal Office.
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The Hairdresser
The beauty salon was a place of socializing and learning about what the kids of families were up to.
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