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Rosemary DiBattista

One of the comforts of growing up Italian is living near family. When my mother was a child, she lived across town from her maternal grandmother. When she married at 19, my dad was serving in the Navy, so she lived with her mother in the first years of her marriage; my first home was my grandmother’s house. When I was a year old, a local newspaper featured the four generations in our family.