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    ve, Rosa

  • Dear Rosa,

    When I was five years old, there was no grass in our yard only cement. My neighbors house had a yard that was all grass, and in the grass there grew the prettiest yellow flowers. They were called dandelions. I wanted to pick them but my friend said not to. If I picked them, she said, I would pee my pants. So I did not pick them. Then we moved to another house where there was a lot of grass and dandelions too. I picked the dandelions and I did not pee my pants. My friend was wrong.

    Love, Nonna

    June 7th, 1993


  • Dear Rosie,

    One time when I was nine years old, my mother sent me to the store to buy something. She told me to hurry because she needed it right away.

    I walked to the store as fast as I could. When I got there, I had to wait a long time because there were other customers ahead of me. After I bought what my mother wanted, I started to walk home very fast. I saw from a block away that my mother was waiting for me on the porch.

    Just as I was walking past my friends house, her mothers geese came walking onto the road in front of me with their necks stretched out as if they wanted to bite me! they made a lot of noise, onk, onk, onk! I was very scared and stopped walking and just stood there with my heart beating very fast. My mother yelled, Gilda, what are you doing? Hurry up! I said I cant, Ma. The geese wont let me through. So my mother walked off the porch, came down the road to the geese, waved her arms at them and said, Shoo, shoo, shoo, and the geese got very scared and went back into their yard. I was so happy that my mother rescued me from those mean geese. She was so brave, dont you think so?

    Love, Nonna

    June 14th, 1993


  • Dear Rosa,

    When I was nine years old, my family moved to a little house which had a big front yard and a bigger back yard, full of grass and trees and some flowers. My father wanted me to be happy in our new home, so he made a swing for me in our back yard. I loved it. It went so high when I sat on it and pumped with my legs. One day, two girls, who were sisters, came over to play. I did not know them. They said they lived in the house with the geese in the yard. Their names were Evelyn and Margaret and they were very nice. Evelyn asked to get on my swing. I said All right you sit on the swing and I will stand on it and pump. So we did.

    We were having fun until all of a sudden, the rope to the swing broke! The swing dropped to the ground. I was not hurt, but Evelyn was crying because her foot was stuck under the swing. She went home with her sister Margaret, and I could hear her crying all the way home.

    The next day, I walked past her house and I saw that her foot was wrapped up in a white bandage. Then her foot got better and she was fine. I was happy about that, but she never played on my swing again and I was sorry about that. Isnt it too bad that accidents happen?

    Love, Nonna

    July 2nd, 1993


  • When I was seven years old my sisters taught me how to play jacks. Then I played jacks by myself over and over.

    One day, Olga Antonik, who was my sister Margies friend, came over, but Margie wasnt home so Olga and I played jacks. We played on the counter in my fathers empty store, and there were just the two of us in there. We played for a long time and I liked it so much. Olga said it was so nice because we didnt fight over the game. Playing is fun when theres no fighting, dont you think so? Love, Nonna

    August 17th, 1993


  • Dear Rosie,

    I have a scar on my right wrist. I got it when I was five years old. It happened on a nice summer day. I had gone to my friends yard to play. They had funny nick names--Lalla, Geeta, Baby, CooCoo, and Weeco. Their real names were Helen, Margaret, Marie, August, and Dominic. They had five older brothers and sisters who also had funny nick names.

    On this nice summer day, Weeco and CooCoo were arguing with one another because Weeco, who was 2 years old, wanted to go with CooCoo who was four years old. CooCoo was going to his friends yard to play and he did not want Weeco to go with him, so he went out of his yard and closed the gate. Weeco was so angry, he took his bottle--a baby bottle with a nipple--and threw it as hard as he could on the ground. The bottle was made of glass and it broke into many pieces. One piece hit me on my wrist and blood came out. I ran home. My father was sitting in front of his store.

    He stopped the bleeding. He put iodine on my wrist and then he put a bandage on it. I loved my father for making it better since that day all my life I have had a scar the shape of a quarter moon or crescent moon on my wrist. All because CooCoo wouldnt let his brother Weeco go with him. But I wasnt mad at CooCoo or Weeco. Things just happen. Love, Nonna

    Sunday, October 10th, 1993


  • Dear Rosie,

    When I was little, before I started school, my mother took me downtown with her very often. I remember the first time she took me to the department store. It was the tallest building in Aliquippa, five stories high.

    My mother took me to the back of the store where a lot of people were waiting near a wide door. When the door opened, people came out of a very little room and my mother and I and the toerh people who were waiting got into the little room. Then someone closed a steel gate to the room. I started to cry and cry. I thought I was in jail. My mother said, Whats the matter, Gilda? I cried harder. The other people said, Dont cry, little girl, everything is all right. I sobbed. Then the room started to move. I bellowed. My mother said, Gilda, stop it! Then the room stopped moving, the doors opened and everyone got out. As we walked to the shoe department, my mother looked down at me and said, Why were you crying? Because I thought we were in jail. My mother smiled at me and squeezed my hand. And then she bought me a pair of brown sandals.

    Love, Nonna

    November 22nd, 1993


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  • Dear Rosie,

    I told you how I got the scar on my wrist. Now I will tell you how I got the scar on my knee.

    One winter day, I was coming home from school. There was a big hill to go down when I left the school. I was running to catch up with my friends who were half way down the hill already because they had been first in line. The hill was covered with snow and ice and I fell as I was running. My knee hurt and when I looked at it, there was a lot of blood. I put a handkerchief around it and walked home. When I got home, I told my father what happened. He put peroxide on it to clean out the ashes. Then he put iodine on it and oh my it burned. Then he put a big white bandage on it and every day after that it got a little bit better but I still have a scar.

    Love, Nonna

    January 5th, 1994


  • Dear Rosie,

    One day when I was in third grade a girl in my class whose name was Dorothy said to me Gilda, I am going to beat you up after school today. I got scared and I said, Why? She said, Just because, thats why. I felt terrible. I had never done anything mean to her. All day in school I kept thinking about Dorothy, how strong she looked, and how it would hurt when she beat me up, and I kept hoping she was just kidding.

    At dismissal time, I was in the beginning of the line near the door. I stole a look at her where she was standing in the middle of the line. She was grinning with her eyes shining and her mouth was moving without making a sound. I could tell she was saying, Im going to beat you up. When the teacher opened the door for us to leave, I walked as fast as I could out of the school and then I ran as fast as I could. I looked over my shoulder and there she was, coming after me. I ran even faster. Then I heard Dorothy laughing. I looked back and she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding her stomach and laughing. I walked the rest of the way home and kept wondering why she stopped chasing me. I finally decided she just thought it was freat fun to scare me. It wasnt great fun for me. She really did scare me.

    Love Nonna

    P.S. Please give the enclosed coupon to your mother. Thanks.

    January 20th, 1994


  • Dear Rosie,

    Many times, when I was little, my mother would buy clothes for me from a catalogue. One day, she opened the big Sears-Roebick Catalogue and she said, Gilda, I am going to buy this coat for you. I looked at the picture of the coat and I said, On, no! I dont like that coat. She asked why. I told her becuase it looked like a coat a boy would wear. She said, No, no, no, youre wrong, its a beautiful coat for a little girl. And she ordered it. When it came, it was just as it looked in the catalogue, and I didnt like it at all. I told my mother I wasnt going to wear it. My mother said, Yes, you will. And she made me wear it. I was very unhappy. My sister Ann said, Gilda, go to Dorothys house and tell her to give you my cigarette butt. I went to Dorothys house wearing my new coat. When Dorothy saw me she said, Gilda, what a beautiful coat! I said, I hate it. Annie wants her cigarette butt. So she gave me the butt and I took it home to Annie.

    The next day I went to school. Miss McCafferty, my fourth grade teacher, said Gilda, what a beauti-ful coat! I said I think its ugly. She said, No, no, no, its beautiful.

    When I grew a little more, and that coat did not fit me, I was very happy.

    But I think if I would find a coat like that today, navy blue, gold navy buttons, and a navy insig-nia sewn on the front, I would think it was beautiful, and if I were lucky enough, that it was my size, I would always wear it when th

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