HAPPY NEW YEAR 2021

I think it is safe to say we are all very happy 2020 is over and done with. I am so looking forward to this year, and the positive it will bring us. The photos above were of the Afternoon Tea at the Peninsula Hotel my friend and I attended in 2017. It was a glorious day, the city was pretty empty on New Year's Day and we sat for hours just chatting and enjoying champagne. We were supposed to do this again January 2020 but I ended up getting sick and had to cancel that morning. I also had the pleasure of a little squirrel in my home in January, funny now but not at the time, and should have realized 2020 was not going to be a good year. Little did I know how bad it would get as the months went on.

We are now in 2021, and I hope you are all doing well and staying healthy. For those who have lost loved ones, I am so deeply sorry. I hope you know they are always with you in your heart. I often think how my parents would have dealt with the pandemic, and although I miss them terribly, I wouldn't have wanted them to deal with what 2020 brought us. 

Please be sure to be careful out there, wear your mask and do what you can to not get this virus. We all need to stick together and be there for each other. Remember kindness goes a long way, especially now as we never know what someone else may be going through. We are in the home stretch and I really feel things are going to improve greatly in 2021. We also need to support our local/small businesses and restaurants. They have been hit so hard by this pandemic, and so many you can patronize online, please do so. I will be highlighting more places this year in the city that ship so you can have a little bit of NYC at your door. 

May 2021 bring you much happiness, health and love. 

All my best,

Rosemary 

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Throwback Thursday "City of NY Dept of Health Bulletin 1918"

A very relatable bulletin from the City of NY Department of Health from 1918. I think we can all agree this is a good reminder in our current pandemic of 2020. As I stated before, my Mother's sister passed away at age 4 during the 1918 pandemic. I was able to find her death certificate after my Mom passed away, they always called her Rosie but on her death certificate her name was May. I can't imagine losing a 4 year old child and what my Grandmother went through. I am saddened I didn't get to know her, as I was so close to all my Mom's side of the family. They were a warm and loving group of people. Let us remember all those lost in 1918 & 2020; let's hope the next time one of these comes along, we will be better prepared and have less loss.

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Happy Valentine's Day

What an adorable Valentine's Day card from possibly the 1920's. 

I personally prefer to celebrate Galentine's Day, a nonofficial holiday, is celebrated as a day for "ladies celebrating ladies". 

Here is some history about these wonderful cards from The History Channel:

In addition to the United States, Valentine’s Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France and Australia. In Great Britain, Valentine’s Day began to be popularly celebrated around the 17th century. By the middle of the 18th, it was common for friends and lovers of all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes, and by 1900 printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one’s feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine’s Day greetings.

Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began selling the first mass-produced valentines in America. Howland, known as the “Mother of the Valentine,” made elaborate creations with real lace, ribbons and colorful pictures known as “scrap.” Today, according to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated 1 billion Valentine’s Day cards are sent each year, making Valentine’s Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.) Women purchase approximately 85 percent of all valentines.

I hope you have a wonderful day with your loved ones!

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Dirty Pages Beloved Recipes

I found an article titled "Dirty Pages" which was about the handwritten recipes we have from our family, and the stains that adorn them! I thought it was such a neat concept, and needed to know more. Here is some information from their website Dirty Pages:

Dirty pages. The cookbook pages ringed with coffee stains, the recipes smudged with chocolate or butter, dusted with flour,  a creased piece of paper or the back of an old envelope, pages wrinkled and folded, the faded careful script of a mother or grandmother. They're the recipes we refer to again and again. But beyond the dishes they help create, these pages hold stories.

This notion of dirty pages inspired an interactive exhibit featuring 20 Nashville women at the Nashville Farmers' Market in March-April 2015 and a series of public events at the market and in collaboration with Nashville's Conexión Américas. Part photography and part storytelling, Dirty Pages tells each woman's story by displaying her recipe along with a portrait, and a personal account describing the recipe and where it came from. The project aims to celebrate our shared food stories and give a glimpse of the abundant variety of Nashville’s food traditions and cultures.

At the Nashville Farmers' Market, an opening night dinner featured the talents of eight local chefs, honoring women in their lives who inspired their cooking. Tickets for the dinner helped cover the exhibit's costs, with other proceeds from ticket sales and sponsorships directed to Conexión Américas and its Mesa Komal commercial kitchen.

Dirty Pages has been organized by food writers Erin Murray, Jennifer Justus and Cindy Wall, a trio of friends who eat enthusiastically, write passionately, and believe fully in the ways shared stories about food tie us together.

To say I have recipes in my house is an understatement! My Mom and I were big cookbook collectors, and my Mom loved getting recipes from family and friends. She worked in a children's boutique, and even got recipes from her customers. I had typed up a few like above, but it doesn't compare to having recipes in family's own handwriting. My Mom had organized all the recipes in 3 ring binders, and it took a long time to get that job done. Being Italian, food was a big part of our lives, and holidays were always magic. My Mom came from a large family, with 3 brothers & 3 sisters and I was told my Grandmother was an amazing cook. We even have recipes from my Dad's Mom as well, which is the Easter Pizza we would make every year. I shocked myself by making it this year all by myself, and it tasted just like Mom's. Guess it's in the blood!  

I am still getting over the loss of my Mom, but these recipes, in her handwriting, are so cherished by me. If I ever had a house fire, I would grab these, along with family photos and digital photos all in my arms. They mean more than any "thing" for sure. My Mom would always right on the recipe if she made the item, and if it was any good or not.  

I think the Delicious ones are probably the best. The dirty ones are here for a bit, my Mom was a pretty clean cook, but once in a while, you have some stains showing! It just gives so much character to the recipe, don't you think?  

This gem is an old, vintage cookbook from my Auntie Ann. She was a great pie maker in her day, she was born in 1912, and I always teased her she had something to do with the Titanic sinking! She didn't like that too much, not to mention she was born in December and the ship sank in April! Auntie Ann was pretty hip in her day, she lived on her own, and moved to Trenton, New Jersey. She lived there a long while before coming back home to Pennsylvania to live in the family homestead.  

The inside of the book is just too funny! She has writing all over, and even added MORE recipes to it! I love the piece of paper saying "Rosie's Crust", that is my Mom! These items to me have no value to them because they are just so priceless.  

My Aunt Lenny, or Matilda as was her real name, wrote this recipe on an index card. She was a great cook as well, and would always make our fish for Christmas Eve while my Mom worked. Everyone had some lovely handwriting, it's a shame it is going away. I hear now in the schools they don't even teach cursive writing anymore. Very sad indeed as it is unique to each person.  

My written recipe from my home economics class, which my Mom had to put a few notes at the bottom. I really didn't cook much until my Mom got sick, because she was such a hard act to follow. I always loved to bake, but cooking was not something I did often. But we did find out, I can cook and pretty well at that. Mom was quite shocked and pleased at the same time!  

Here is one more photo from that vintage cookbook from Aunite Ann. It is just too funny all the added recipes she has here, and notes galore! She loved French things, and married a French Canadian man, her last name changing to LeGough. I can't help wonder how she would have loved the French macarons I am obsessed with today! I even have her school yearbook, which says she was in the French club! I think I know where that obsession is coming from, Thanks Auntie Ann! 

For you to put a face with a name, my two wonderful Aunts, who I grew up with, and enjoyed so much of their love, Auntie Ann on the left, and Aunt Lenny on the right. I thank them for many of these recipes, and the wonderful memories they have given me.

Do you have Dirty Pages in your home? Isn't it great to have these pieces of nostalgia to enjoy? I really just treasure mine so much, and I may be trying a few of these recipes to see how they come out! I think this whole idea from these ladies in Nashville is just marvelous! 

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Happy Father's Day 2018

Father's Day for me is very emotional since my Dad passed away in 2004. I cannot believe it will be 14 years this September that he is gone. It does not seem like that long at all. On days like today, I really remember all the good times with him. He had a heart condition, so we were lucky to have him as long as we did. My dad was a shoe repairmen, as you can see from one of the photos, and that was quite an art. A skill that not many have today. He would make a really run down pair of shoes look completely new. His shop was the kind people went in and socialized along with getting their shoes repaired. Being an only child, we were very close which was great. You only have one father, and if you are lucky enough to have a great one like I did, be sure to cherish them today and everyday. I read an interesting post about What Father's Day Means When You Never Had a Father, the author really makes you smile in the end. Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there, as well as my own!

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Sadness Knows No Boundaries

Hearing about the news of Kate Spade on Tuesday, June 5th, I got chills. Even though she had sold the brand itself, she was still the pioneer of a brand I have known and loved for a long time. Walking in her stores in New York City made me smile, everything was full of glitter. My work coffee mug says "Glitter is my favorite color" from the Kate Spade line. I was just so very sad that she was suffering in such a way. Then on Friday we get the news about Anthony Bourdain, and I again got chills. My Mom was a huge fan of his shows, and told me about him, which is why I watched him today. People spoke about the fact that he had the "perfect" job, traveling around the world but nothing is ever "perfect". I knew he had issues with substance abuse, but it still was quite a shock none the less. Two very talented people in their respective careers, with so much to live for.

I often wonder the craziness of this world. We all really need to be nice to one another. Everyone is so quick to gossip about others, showing their so-called perfect life on social media - no one's life is perfect. I was very fortunate to have parents that were very good to me, and I have wonderful memories of our family life. I understand not everyone is so lucky. We need to be able to appreciate the little things in life, and not let silly things make us upset. Our life is a short one on this planet, and we all need to make the best of it. I try to do my meditation daily, remove those from my life who are not a positive influence and do the things I enjoy.

I am going to try to enjoy my life more, do the things I love such as visiting New York City and eat great food. Travel as much as I can, smile, sit in a cafe and just watch people. There are so many things we let annoy us that just do not matter when you look at the big picture. Life should be a wonderful journey and we should embrace that journey as much as we can.

Yes, it can sometimes be difficult, but you are not alone in dealing with adversity and there is help out there. The world is not better without you, it is better because of you.

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Happy Mother's Day

I cannot believe another Mother's Day is here. This will be my 4th holiday without my Mom and it doesn't get any easier. We always went out for dinner to a very nice restaurant, and flowers were delivered to her from a wonderful florist. I am very lucky to have had a Mother who was really great to me, and gave me the strength I now possess. I so miss our Mother's Day dinners and enjoying her company. The photo above is my Mom when she was young, she had me in her 40's before it was cool to do so, she was always ahead of her time. If you are lucky enough to spend this holiday with your Mom, be sure to savor it and treat her like a Queen. I will be thinking of mine today, and all the wonderful memories we shared together.

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Throwback Thursday "Tribute to Dad"

A tribute today for my Dad, who passed on this day in 2004. I cannot believe it is 13 years he is gone. I know they say time heals all wounds, but the passing of any parent never goes away. I miss him dearly, and this is one of my favorite photos of him when he was quite young. He became a father later in life, at 50, but that is more common today. He had a great sense of humor, and loved to cook on our outdoor grill in the summer months. I miss so much about him, but mostly just being able to chat about life. I know he is with me every day in spirit, and of course, in my heart.

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We Will Never Forget

It doesn't seem to me that the attacks on September 11th were 16 years ago. I remember the day all too well, working for a bank and watching everything unfold on small tv's around the office. It really touched my heart as I just have so much love for New York City. We had many folks in my town who had relatives who lived/worked in the city as well. Please say a prayer today for those who lost their lives in this senseless act, as well as for their family members. We will never forget this day. Everyone who was lost and affected are forever in our hearts.

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Happy Father's Day 2017

The photo above is myself and my Dad at one of my birthdays. We were both not really fans of getting our picture taken, but I am glad I have this one. My Dad passed away in 2004, it seems like just a few months ago. My parents had me later in life, and I had a really great childhood. My Dad was a big tease, and loved to joke around with people. He loved to dress well, and clothes really loved him. I miss him every day, I miss his voice and his laughter. Father' Day has now become a day for me to remember him even more, and the wonderful memories of the time we had together. He wasn't perfect, no one is, but he was a great Dad and I know I am who I am because of him. 

For those who still have their Dads today, enjoy them with all your heart. Spoil them rotten, and make sure they know they are loved. We would all like to think we have them forever, but forever isn't in the cards. I do feel mine is with me every day, but what I wouldn't give for just one more hug. 

My Dad in the funky sunglasses working at a local gas station with 2 handsome men and a cool car! 

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Happy Mother's Day

I hope that everyone who is celebrating today enjoys their day with their Mom. This is my 3rd Mother's Day without mine, and it doesn't get any easier. I do know that she is with me every day, and I know she is happy back with my Dad in heaven. Grief never goes away, you just learn to deal with it as time goes on. I am so glad we had many fabulous Mother's Days together. I will think of those memories on this day. 

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Throwback Thursday "Buttons and Me"

I haven't shown any of my personal photos in a while, so I thought Christmas week would be a nice change. This is me and my wonderful cat, Buttons, on Christmas Day. He is laying in the top of my Madame Alexander doll box. I have wonderful memories of Christmas as a child. My parents made it very special for me every year. When I was small, they said Santa Clause brought the tree as well as the presents. So when I went to bed, my Aunts and Uncles along with my Mom and Dad would trim the tree. My Mom would cook in the kitchen, Italian sausage, they would go to midnight mass and come back and eat. We had a platform for the tree that my Uncle made, I still have it to this day, and a village would be underneath the tree. I feel so blessed to have these remembrances, and now I am making new ones for this holiday. I hope you have the most wonderful holiday this year, making those memories that last a lifetime.

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Throwback Thursday "Vintage Christmas Decorations"

Christmas is one of my most favorite holidays. I am so thrilled to have so many decorations from my childhood, items my Mom decorated with year after year. These angels are so adorable, I actually keep them up all year. I told my Mom that we should enjoy them 12 months a year, not just during Christmas! The vintage Santa is pretty wonderful as well. I am still learning how to enjoy the holiday without my Mom, trying to make new traditions as I go along. I am so happy to have the wonderful memories my parents gave me each year, and I will treasure them forever!

Do you have many traditional decorations for the holidays?

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Missing Deceased Parents by Susan Reimer

Since we have now celebrated both Father's and Mother's Day, I thought this would be a lovely article to share with you. My Mom actually cut this out of the newspaper for me, back in 2008, and I recently found it again in my desk drawer. It is such a lovely tribute to those we have lost, the folks we grew up with, and miss terribly. As I have said before, my parents had me later in life, I never knew my grandparents, but I had pretty awesome Aunts and Uncles. They were all superb people, I was very lucky to have had a fabulous childhood, and wonderful memories which I cherish.


Missing Deceased Parents
by Susan Reimer
The Baltimore Sun
Sunday June 8, 2008

My father died in 1991 and my mother in 1996.

I remember their last moments and the funerals that followed more clearly than seems possible.

These were events so long ago, in this high-speed world, that my memories of them should be as faded as funeral flowers, as overgrown as grave markers.

But I think of my parents every day, many times every day, and those thoughts can wash over me like melancholia.

Suddenly, I am sad and tired. Other times, those same thoughts are piercing, and they sting in my eyes like ammonia.

Perhaps it is because I have recently been among my sisters.

Each of us displays a different set of our mother's idiosyncrasies.

Each resurrects a different set of memories, making my mother fuller, brighter, deeper than she was when she was alive.

Perhaps I am thinking so painfully hard about my parents because their grandchildren are passing through all sorts of milestones these days - graduations and marriages - and I am wishing Bob and Jean could be here to witness it all, although these events would exhaust them, confound them, make them ask quietly for a ride home.

But mostly, when I think of my parents, I think of wanting them around. I want their company, I want to talk to them about things, about nothing.

I want to sit near my father and doze while watching golf on television on a hot Saturday afternoon. I want to go out to lunch with my mom and buy us a second round of drinks and laugh.

My own children, and the rest of the 20-something grandchildren who are passing through life's gates this spring, are decent to us, their parents. They pause when passing through the room where we are talking and pick up on a sentence or two of conversation, but you can see that they are on their way to somewhere else. They might hang out with us for a few minutes, but you can feel their itch to go. Their cell phones ring, they answer, and they walk away. We are already forgotten.

I understand. In my own 20's - a "Me Decade" if ever there was one - I don't think I called my parents once a month, and I certainly never went to see them without irritation or dread. I considered it a waste of a perfectly good day off.

They wanted to visit with the girl I had been, and she was long gone. The one who took her place was carefully hidden.

Years later, that girl has so much she wants to tell, to share, and there is no one left to share it with. I don't want their praise and approval for a grandson in uniform or a granddaughter who is a marvel in the kitchen. I just want them to answer their phone when I call.

So, this Spring, I have felt an echoing ache, a dull emptiness that throws itself both forward and back in time.

I am missing the grown-ups I once ignored.

I am feeling the loss my leaving will someday create in those who barley have time for me now.

I want to tell these children they will miss us - their parents and their goofy Aunts and Uncles - when we are gone, and indeed I have, making jokes around thinly veiled warnings of funeral home regrets.

We will be dead, I tell them; we won't care.

But you will have to live the rest of your life knowing that you wasted a chance to be with us.

And you will spend years just missing us.


Susan Reimer is now retired from The Baltimore Sun newspaper, but you can follow her on twitter.
Such a lovely article, Thanks Mom, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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What I Miss on This Mother's Day

As many of you know who read this blog regularly, this will be my 2nd Mother's Day without my Mom. Growing up as an only child, we were very close. I think the 2nd year of her being gone has been more difficult than the first, as the first you are kind of numb. The 2nd year just makes you realize it is permanent, and you will never see them again.

I lost my Dad in 2004, but at least had my Mom to help grieve and cry with. I think it's really a life changing event when you lose your last parent, as they are the people who were your biggest cheerleaders in life. My Mom had me in her 40's when it wasn't cool to do so, she was ahead of her time.

You will never know the loss of a Mother until it happens to you, not a positive experience. We became friends as I got older, but I was always her daughter. No matter what age either of you are, that never changes. I can't even imagine folks who lose their Mom at a young age, it is hard as an adult, let alone being a child. Whatever age you are when you lose your Mom, it is a profound loss, and you feel like a part of you is missing.

I miss so many things about my Mom. Baking a new recipe. Watching movies. Going out to dinner. Hearing her voice when I walk in the door. Eating dinner together. Doing her makeup when we would go out for dinner. See her opening her gifts at Christmas. Her wonderful Italian cooking. Showing her my photographs from being in the city. Enjoying new treats I brought back from the city or ordered online. Her smile. Her laugh. Our hugs. I really miss the hugs. Her support. Her strength. Her love.

My Mom was a really wonderful lady. Everyone who came in contact with her once she got ill. thought she was just fabulous. She wasn't like most folks her age, she was different. On this Mother's Day, what I ultimately miss the most is just being with her. Sitting with her, and talking. And a few hugs. I know she will always be in my heart, and for that, I am forever richer.

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Throwback Thursday "Uncle Al in Arizona"

My Uncle Al (the handsome guy on the left) and his friend in the US Army in Arizona. My Uncle Al entered the service March 22, 1943 and stayed for 2 years 11 months and 5 days. I know so much detail because I have his Honorable Discharge certificate. I really have some neat items from my family's past, and it's so neat to go through them and admire. He was awarded the Honorable Discharge on February 19, 1946. He was mainly a cook and singer in the Army, and he continued to sing when he came back home. He kept in touch with many of the guys from his Army days, going out to Illinois to visit with them from time to time. I do miss my Uncle Al, he was a great guy, willing to do anything for anyone. I think he would be thrilled to see his photo here on my blog! 

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Photo Gallery Thursday "Madeline and Lando's Wedding"

Our vintage photograph today from my personal collection is from the period of about 1936. The bride is Madeline, and the groom is Lando. Madeline was my Mom's cousin as well as her Godmother. She was one of the nicest ladies you would ever meet. They operated a fabulous diner in the area for over 20 years. This photo shows again the amazing flower bouquets they used in that era. Her gown is gorgeous with all that lace, isn't it? I am sure it was probably homemade too, such talented folks! I love the headpiece as well, don't you? Lando passed away in 2004, the same year my Dad passed as well. Madeline passed away in 2012, at the tender age of 98 years young. A true classy lady, I was very fortunate to have known her. 

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Throwback Thursday "Grandma and Auntie Ann"

Today's Throwback Thursday is a vintage one from my family albums. My Grandma (my Mom's Mom) and my Aunt Anna going to I think a wedding in 1946. My Aunt Anna, or Auntie Ann as she was called, was the fashionable one in the family. She always told me it was hard work staying skinny in an Italian family. I love the fashion here, those amazing hats, and that purse of my Aunt's is awesome! My Aunt wore heels till the day she died. She was very tiny, just under 5 feet tall, so she felt they were a must. I never knew my Mom's Mom, which I feel terrible about, but I know if I did meet her, we would get along great! 

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