That's what we had, Italian Thanksgiving complete with loud talking, lots of yummy food, hand talking, and confetti...and here, representing the three generations, are three small branches of the Zinio family tree.
it started as random ramblings (that I'm still blaming on Heddy) about life, guiding, Pax Lodge, knitting, postcards and whatever else spewed forth from my keyboard...it hasn't changed too much, except now J is part of our life. And well, I write a lot about her and not as much (as I used to) about those other things
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