Originally Posted by
mimitabby
My grandmother, Maddalena, came to the USA all by herself at the age of 16, in 1914. She stood a little over 5 feet tall. She met my grandfather in a doll clothes factory where they both worked long hours for terrible wages. Her older brother (and her guardian) did not approve of my grandfather, he called him a good for nothing. Maddalena's first child was stillborn, her second child was hit by a car at the age of 6, and she lost another baby in there somewhere. (She had 3 kids that lived to be adults including my own father. She thought reading would spoil the mind, and when my mother had an ovary removed, my grandmother told her that she would only have babies of one sex.. (and it came to pass that my mother had 2 girls!)
Maddalena was a good cook and she and my grandfather were married for over 60 years before she died.
I can assure you, she NEVER rode a bike.
enough ancient history. I honor her by cooking with some of her recipes from time to time. I am telling you her story, because I, her namesake, thought some of you would enjoy it.