Grammie and Gramps

Found this photo of my Grandma Alice and Grandpa Pasquale "Charlie" LaRosa in an old photo album the other day. I snapped the picture on their anniversary at my childhood home in Putney. As I turned the album page and saw their picture, I thought I smelled Grandma for a moment, then realized I had tucked a sample of her favorite perfume behind the photograph. Love these two, miss them. How did I get so lucky when it comes to loved ones? 

My mom had some family film reels from the late 1950's/early 1960's preserved on CD. It's fun to watch my mom as a curly-haired little girl chase her brother around the beach in Maine and my Grandma looking serene and gorgeous in her cotton shirt and shorts and red lipstick. There's footage, too, of a cabin in foliage season in the Northeast Kingdom, ice skating with uncles, Harris Hill Ski Jump in Brattleboro, and my Great Aunt Fran and Great-Grandmother LaRosa's return to Sicily on the Andrea Doria in the 1950's. Beautiful!

Hope you have a happy Monday. At the Inn, we just said goodbye to some wonderful guests in town for a taping of NPR's Says You at the Opera House. There's cleaning to be done, and packing. The sun is reflecting off the river below us and it's a perfect day for a run. Here's something I've been listening to while writing recently...  

  Rue des Trois Freres, Fabrizio Paterlini