It was August 1963. My mother and little sister, Antoinette went to Italy for the whole summer. My sister Grace decided to find a summer job....I was left at home to do the chores around the house and make dinner. Needless to say, I was very angry at my sister, Grace. She bossed me around and told me I had to wash the floors, go shopping and cook. I didn't know how to cook like my mom, so I kept it simple. I made sausage and salad a lot. I made lamb chops or steak with salad.
My dad didn't mind until one day I was very late and he was home before me. Typical Italian father just sat there having a cigarette, waiting for me to get home. Boy did I get it that night. My sister comes home and she hollers at me, too. I never did that again.
I couldn't wait for my mom and sister to come home😔