In photo: my Mom and my Nonna
I get so sentimental during the Olympics. My grandmother, whom we called Nonna (it's Italian), loved watching Olympic events. She would be glued to her television during that time. If we wanted to spend any time with her during the Olympic season we would have to plunk ourselves down beside her and watch it too. I miss her so much yet all the more during the Olympics. *sigh*
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What a fun memory! I think about my grandma when I eat hamburgers. Is that weird? I lived with them one summer when I was a teenager, and she made fried hamburger patties for dinner every other night, and I don't know what her special grandma magic was, but I've never been able to duplicate it.
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