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…………………………First let me say….if you still take real photos or print photos out…PUT THE DATES ON THE BACK! I am so tired of guessing how old everyone is and what year it was? At the extreme left is my cousin Grace. Her mother and my father were brother and sister. We were, and still are very close even though she has lived in Mass her whole life. We’re holding hands…too cute! My family used to visit her family in Cape Cod where they had a house. They lived right across the street from the beach in Onset…..Maybe Grace has a better idea how old we were??  The middle picture is of me in the front [I think my father cut my hair…LOL]. The middle row, from left to right, my cousin Joey. His mother is my mother’s sister Angie, in the middle is my cousin Sal, his father was my Mom’s brother Vito….next is my cousin Mauro. His mother is my Mom’s sister Millie. In the back row from the left is my brother John, and next to him my cousin Pete. His mother is my Mom’s oldest sister Marie. They are all approx. the same age……and were great buddies!…This is a very special picture, because I can’t remember all of us being together at my house like this again…..They really look like the “Bowery Boys”, ot the “East Side Kids”…..Remember them?!……In the picture at the right I have a BIG GRIN…..I got a pool table and a chemistry set from Santa….I was soooo happy….except by then my brothers told me there was no such thing as Santa…..my world came crumbling down!!!! My mother was so mad!!! My father and brother Mauro used to go and buy the tree every year. They ALWAYS bought a tree that was too big and tall for the house and always had to cut from the bottom and the TOP which used to drive my mother crazy!!!! Every year she would say ‘you ruined the shape of the tree”, and every year she would tell them not tom buy such a big tree, but that request fell on deaf ears. In the end the trees were always beautiful, and magical. I hated to take them down……They were also in charge of putting the lights on the tree. That’s when my mother and I took over decorating the tree and putting the old fashioned metal tinsel on the tree….strand by strand. My brother John was always missing in action. He was at his girlfriends house around the corner…..My father would set up a bar in the dining room for family and friends that would drop in, and my mother would have trays of home made cookies…..I can still smell them!!!