Racconti Italiani (Italian Stories)
MY ITALIAN HERITAGE
In the 1940s, I was a little boy growing up in my totally Italian neighborhood. Red Hook,
We kids in turn would assist the old ladies carry their grocery bags. Every old lady was our Nonna -"Grandma". Sometimes a Nonna would give us a penny and we would head for the candy store to feast on a bag of candy. Those days, a penny went a long way.
If we had to cross a major street with trolley cars, we would stand on the comer and soon an adult would take your hand and cross you.
These were the days before supermarkets. Our Italian community was always full of odors coming from the one item stores, whether it was the coffee store, the bakery, the deli or any Italian food store, the aromas were to die for. We had no restaurants in our little
When I count my blessings, I thank God, I was a little kid in Red Hook,
Submitted by : Vinny Russo