Nana would serve us fried squash blossoms, homemade pasta with sauce made from her garden’s tomatoes, wine from Nonno’s cellar, and always, the incredible bread that no one could duplicate. The smells in her kitchen were intoxicating. She ruled South Bend/Mishawaka. Four hundred people, including the mayor, attended her funeral.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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Oh, you should just hear some of the stories. She was her own little Cosa Nostra.
This explains a lot about you.
All (14) of us Fragomeni girls are Nana's girls.
Now I'm hungry.
Great castle too.
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