Memories of Nonno
Memories of Nonno
Memories of Nonno, in the old Garlic Gulch Seattle WA
When I was a little girl car rides with Grandpa were often, and almost always through the same neighborhoods.
We spoke little, as our eyes did the watching. What I suppose Grandpa saw, I never saw at that time.
Driving from
I suppose he saw something different then me. Sure, he saw all those things, but he had memories of a different time.
When he was a boy a train went from
My grandpa has since passed away and there is no longer car rides into the old neighborhood with my driving partner. Today I go into town with my husband and kids, and now I possibly see what Grandpa saw. Hidden in between other newly arrived immigrant restaurants and shops remains; Remo Borracchini's bakery, Oh boy Oberto’s first shop,Vince's family restaurant, these are a few of the places that filled my grandfathers memories and now are filling mine.