I hardly know where to start; a difficult task to say the least.
I am 60 years old, of Italian-American heritage. I was born and raised in Rochester, New York. I have lived here my entire life. I’ve often had fantasies about living other places, yet here I stay. My father and mother were transplants to Rochester. They grew up in New York City, in the heart of “Little Italy.” My mom lived on Mulberry Street and my dad lived on Hester Street, among other places.
My dad moved here as a teen with his mother and four siblings. He worked with my grandfather (really my great-uncle and his stepfather/uncle — a story for another day) in his corner grocery store. That store was the center of my universe until I was 21. I was raised Roman Catholic and attended Catholic schools – St. Andrew’s and Our Lady of Mercy. I even graduated from Nazareth College as an adult student (another story).I have a big brother and a baby sister, both of whom are dear to me and my connection to Mom and Dad who are gone now to heaven.
I married young (too young as it turned out) and I had a beautiful boy – Bryan. In 1984 I reconnected with one of my school mates and in 1985 I married him – Frank, the love of my life for 25 years. He brought three beautiful children into my life – Julie, Michael and Amy.Together we make our own blend and it’s a good one at that. Now, there are 18 of us in all – children all married to wonderful people, 8 beautiful grandchildren and 3 on the way.
Life is good. I have a wonderful job, great kids, great friends and a beautiful home.
I am starting this blog because when I turned 60 (last May), things started to feel different inside. I am in search of my inner meaning or something like that. This is likely common with people who are in the last stage of their life. I hope to discover who I have become and what I am about as I write this blog. Maybe along the way others will help me discover these things as well.
Thanks for reading.
Peace and love, Rosemarie