I have so many wonderful memories as a young child, coming to Long Island with my father, Dominic, and listening to Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Willy telling me their stories. I remember the food and the talk. They were wonderful times for me. I have a picture framed in my home of Aunt Phyllis and I, when I was around six, and it is so comforting for me to look upon. It reminds me of peaches....I don't know why. Our deepest sympathy and love is with all of you.
