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April 20, 2009
I attended the 2:00 pm performance on March 29 with Barbara (Rehm) McCabe.
What a pleasurable trip down memory lane in the company of a gifted and hard
working guide! Basta, here’s my story.
In 1968 I visited Ottati a small mountain village outside Salerno and
birthplace of my maternal grandmother.
Here were dusty streets, donkeys being led by hand, ancient bones in
hillside caves outside of town, and modern furniture and appliances
liberally sprinkled among dwellings with animals living at street level.
One of my sharpest memories is of a 77 year old woman, dressed in black
since her husband died 50 years before, who had never left the village but
spoke animatedly with my uncle for hours about life among the people of
this, her world.
Another was a Sunday dinner of homemade pasta and sauce , the familiar taste
of which instantly carried me to my mother\’s table on Sunday in Queens.
Blood type ragu indeed!
Buona fortuna e cent’anni to you, Frankinello.