Memories of Christmas 1972
The first year we were married, John's grandson (son of Nancy Finazzo Pinna) and I visited the family for Christmas. We stayed at John and Helen's house. It was warm and cozy - and filled to the brim with family. All their children and families came - some who still lived in Erie and others from Long Island and Brooklyn. So much food! All homemade - manicotti and spaghetti and calamari and a roast . . . I could go on and on. (Boy, they have wonderful bread in Erie PA.) But my most vivid memory was a regular breakfast. Italian bread with the center cut out and an egg fried in the hole. A hot pepper on the side to be eaten with this (no, this full Northern and Western European girl didn't have a hot pepper!) But the best part? A small glass of homemade wine. John made all sorts of wine in his basement. This wasn't regular "grape" wine. As with most of his generation (my own grandparents included), he had a big vegetable garden. The year we visited, he had made cherry wine. It was the perfect accompaniment to fried bread and eggs. My only disappointment (as a native Californian) was that we didn't have snow that year. :(