To Grandmother’s House I Go…

Some would call it rock bottom. Some would call it punishment.

I call it home.

For the next 386 days (or more), I have returned to my hometown and taken residence with my 73 year old grandmother (Nonna).  After spending $150,000 plus in “educating myself” (or masochism…whatever works), I found myself not quite understanding how my meager salary would pay my ever growing set of “grown up” bills.  So, I decided to pack up the U-Haul, say goodbye to my roommates (and social life) and head back to the streets of my youth.

This in and of itself is not uncommon.  But, then again, no one  has a Nonna like mine.  Because a biography of myself would be boring, and totally irrelevant to the blog, I’ll tell you a little more about Nonna.  Nonna was born in Sicily in 1935.  She remained in Italy until she gave birth to my dad.  She, my grandfather and my dad the humongous baby, took the boat across the Atlantic and ended up in New Jersey.  A few years later, my uncle arrived and the family was complete.  This all seems pretty normal right?

Now let me tell you a little about the real Nonna.  Nonna is a legend.  Not only can she make the best eggplant parm on this side of the Atlantic (and maybe both sides on a good day), but she hashes out little pieces of “advice” which – when I tell people were said by my grandmother – leaves their jaws on the floor. Not only does she not have a matching couch set in her house, everything in the house is at least 35 years old, including her clothes.  She prides herself on this, while I can’t understand how the oven works when you can’t even see the dials.  Nonna does her own electrical and plumbing work and 6 months after breaking her hip she was mowing her lawn in 80 degree heat with a push mower.  The woman is an ox.

But it would be unfair to talk about Nonna without talking about her immense love on family.  Nonna is the most loving and caring individual I have ever met in my life.  She not only has opened up her home to me, she has opened it up to countless people looking for a cup of coffee and some conversation.  All of my friends, both of my sisters friends, and our cousins’ friends too refer to her as Nonna – because that’s what she is – the eternal grandmother.

Ok enough with the sappy stuff and onto the blog! It should prove to be an interesting year.

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4 thoughts on “To Grandmother’s House I Go…

  1. Sharon says:

    I had to let you know that one of your friend’s, Aubrey, works in the same building with me in Delaware and she sent me the link to your blog because she thought I would get a kick out of it. She was right. I am Italian American and my grandfather came to this country from Italy and my grandmother grew up in Little Italy in Wilmington. I have to say that your blog is so funny and I can totally relate to the things you talk about like the abundance of food she cooked, being a seamstress (my grandmother was the best), and cursing like a truck driver. Needless to say, my grandmother died a few years ago at the age of 92 and my grandfather died at the young age of 57. I still have so many wonderful memories of my grandmother. Keep sending out the funny stuff and good luck with your career.

    • homeagaink says:


      It was SO nice for you to comment! I am so glad you are enjoying the blog…its especially nice to hear stories from people who have equally hilarious memories of their grandparents! Thank you for reading and best of luck!!


  2. SandeeT says:


    This is some of the funniest stuff I have ever read. I hope you don’t mind that Sharon shared it with me after telling me the “no pants” story. When I read the story, I laughed so hard I cried. You have a gift for writing this stuff. I have shared it with others and we all agree, you need to turn this into a book.

    Sandee Tag

    • homeagaink says:

      Sandee – Thank you so much!! I am so glad you enjoy reading – feel free to share…It is certainly interesting living with nonna 🙂 Hope all is well!!

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