After unearthing this gem of a photograph, I realized I never really talk about the Hibernian side of my family. It's always the Italians (pronounced as my mother's parents would have said: Aye-talians). Above is a photograph of my grandmother Mary and her two sisters Helen and Margaret. The scrapper in the middle is my grandmother, and who I've always been told I take after the most. She had a somewhat dark sense of humor, an elegant way of swearing and a love for Danish Modern, a table of hers on which I'm writing currently. I'm guessing this is 1924, as she was born on 1914 and looks about 10?
She played the violin, but only in secret. One time my grandfather came home from work early and heard beautiful music coming from the living room. That was the one time he ever saw her play.