Every Sunday, my parents and I started the day by going to Mass. After that, whenever the Chicago Cubs had a doubleheader, we were off to Wrigley Field.
My parents are both from Italy. My dad was a butcher and would never allow me to have hot dogs at the park. Instead, my mom fixed Italian chicken with fruit, vegetables and, of course, wine for our ballpark picnics. People around us always wanted to know what we were eating.
REMEMBERING THE FALLEN
Marching in the annual Hackettstown, NJ, Memorial Day parade in 1960, CATHY FOULK, now of Bloomsbury, NJ, wore her Girl Scout uniform. Her widowed mother, Mary, who was an American Legion Auxiliary member and a Gold Star Mother (her oldest son, Larry, died in Korea), dressed in white.…
