………………….This is a picture of the Rutigliano Clan, my mother’s family. I believe it was at a picnic in NJ. Almost everyone is there except my Uncle Tom, who always seems to be missing in action at these family gatherings, and my Uncle Paul and his family. My Dad took the picture. Almost all of my mom’s sisters and brothers and their husbands and wives are here, and most of my cousins except the very last ones to be born…..myself amongst the missing. My grandfather is at the extreme left with the handle bar mustache [he was 85 when I was born!], and my grandmother is in the center with the grim face and the polka dot dress. My mother is knelling below her with my brother Mauro on her lap, and my brother John, below them, is examining the bottom of his shoe? I recognize almost all of them except the little boy who’s back is to us at the lower right. All of the adults are all gone now, and there is a handful of cousins who are still here, but the Rutigliano name carries on through my male cousins and their sons and grandsons. Mine was a very tight knit Italian family. It was big, and may have even been crazy and chaotic at times, but there was a lot of love, and we all had a wonderful time!