We barely entered the month of February and signs of early Valentine’s are popping up everywhere. I’m old enough to find this fuss annoying. If I give chocolates to my girlfriends they get upset because of the calories. You give candy to kids and the parents get upset because of the cavities…so I pretend I know nothing about Valentine’s Day. Which is why this blog has nothing to do with hearts and everything to do with feelings and memories.
Picture #2 arrived in my inbox, my nephew in Italy found the old photo tucked away somewhere and though I may like to have it, so he scanned it and voila. I now have my own copy.
I don’t remember when the photo was taken or where, but yes, that’s me with my sister Fiordalisa. In case you can’t tell who is who, she’s the youngest one.
Suddenly I had memories of similar photos and felt compelled to rummage through my boxes. I found photo #1, the real paper photo and I am with two of my sisters, Fiordalisa and Augusta. I don’t know the year and I assume we were on some Italian beach, then again, we could have been on the North Sea. It doesn’t matter, it’s an old photo, with three hearts.