Indeed, not all of the experiences that the folk has drawn or the grandparents' words are false and outdated. The ancients were very good at observing the phenomena in life, from nature to society, to make their life easier.

When disease or injury affects brain areas responsible for various conscious and subconscious cognitive processes such as emotions and memories it leads to altered perception. The loss of memories, ability to reign in emotions and process information such as visual structure and colors may cause misrepresentation of the environmental object, e.g., a shadow as a sinister being.

The last we left Ada, she had a date to keep with Charlie, and the 22 year old followed through. They made for Broadway and Guys and Dolls brought the curtain up on their relationship. But things were moving a bit faster for one side of the pairing.

On July 4th, 1951 Ada Cafueri spent the day at Yankee Stadium with the skinny guy from the around the corner. “He was older and got taller,” Ada said. But while the doubleheader amounted to a date, the pairing still fell under the umbrella of friendship, according to Ada. Even so, the unsupervised 18 innings had to meet with approval from above.

The dirt from the backyard of Guillermo's aunt Silvia's house was holistic and dense. It was hard to break apart and wasn’t mixing well with the water he had brought out in a coffee mug. Guillermo wanted to sculpt a small mud castle for his abuelita, or grandmother. Right before he started online schooling, Guillermo's art teacher was teaching the kids ceramics using mud. Guillermo had sculpted a turtle, which his teacher then baked in an oven to harden. Guillermo now wanted to sculpt a castle for his abuelita.

Bessie Davison, my mother, was born on 29th January 1926 at a hospital in Essendon. Joan was born 10 minutes before her. They were very small twins and were several weeks premature. The doctors told my grandparents that, due to the complications with the birth, these were the only two children that they should ever have. However, they had 4 more children: Olive (Ollie), Edna, Lindsay and Lesley. None of the children received second names. Mum was known as Betty for virtually her whole life.

<div>A good memory from my childhood all lead to my grandparents. Because my parents where a train wreck and would be a made for TV show, except it would be too graphic. I can remember so many small events with them that I am certain they are a big reason that I did not end up another child from a bad home that ended up on the streets.</div>

Crunch and rumble. That is a sound that I didn’t know that I missed. It is a sound that marks the end of the sealed road and the start of the dirt track that lines my Nan’s farm. The tyres of my car no longer securely placed on the asphalt but having to content with the variable landscape into which we venture. There is no crunch or rumble in the city it is all smooth and metallic, polished to a sheen to appease the mass hypochondria that settled upon the world in what felt like overnight. Don’t go outside into the big bad world, strangers with strange illnesses will infect your lungs, if they don’t infect your mind first. You must get your food delivered by a man who’s face you can’t see behind his safety mask. Crunch and rumble. Like the dust in my rear-view mirror, the rules of the city, once so abrasive to take in, are now behind me and begin to settle.

Ada Monetti was born on East 55th Street in Manhattan. Her father went to work everyday at Giovanni’s, and her mother and grandmother did the domestics before the family moved to the Bronx in 1941. But prior to departing, Ada did leave her mark on the Catholic School she attended.

Luigi and Maria Ancora emmigrate to Argentina

Nonno was a gentle, loving father, according to his daughter Ada Monetti. However, he did set limits and enforced boundaries. “I got spanked,” Ada said. “I was stubborn” But any chance of lingering feelings always reverted back to Angelo Cafueri’s fatherly baseline.

Both of my grandmothers were born in the final years of the 1800s. Both of them lived more than 99 years. My paternal grandmother was 101 when she passed, my maternal grandmother 99.