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When You’re Italian




                                                                       By Carol Heath




                                                                       his work; the exhibitors agreed. Those elephants were
                                                                       displayed on the China cabinet and represented my Papa,
                                                                       my Nonie, my 3 aunts and my 3 uncles.
                                                                       The smells from my Nonie’s kitchen were always familiar
                                                                       and always made me feel safe. Nonie had several strokes
                                                                       which left her paralyzed on the right side of her body. Most
                                                                       people would just give up and sit in a chair, but not my
                                                                       Nonie, she always made the sauce at Sunday dinner. By
                                                                       the time we arrived for dinner, the sauce had been made
                                                                       and she was holding court sitting in her special chair in
                                                                       the front room. Everyone that walked in the door went to
                                                                       my Nonie first and gave her a kiss and a hug. She had a
                                                                       wooden cane hanging on her special chair and as a kid
                                                                       you feared that wooden stick with a curved end. Nothing
                                                                       went unnoticed by my Nonie and she would use that cane
                                                                       to grab you in whatever part of your body she managed
                                                                       to snag. She would reel you in and say “Ragazza cattiva”;
                                                                       she spoke very little English, but she got her point across.
                                                                       You were a bad girl and she would say in her very broken
                                                                       English, “You hurta Nonie when you acta like that”. She
                                                                       always had a tear in her eye when she gave you the guilt
                                                                       trip; but I guess that it always worked.


                                                                       The smells were not the only thing that came out of my
                                                                       Nonie’s kitchen. While Nonie held court in her special
                                                                       chair, my aunts and some of my uncles were cooking their  San Diego  Woman
                                                                       contribution to the Sunday dinner. Aunt Teti was cooking
                                                                       eggplant, Aunt Nana was cooking zucchini, my mother was
                                                                       always responsible for dessert, but she was in the kitchen
                                                                       talking Italian sometimes and English part of the time.   33
                                                                       Uncle Dodo was making fresh pasta and Uncle Benny was
                                                                       helping him.
                                                                       My sister Bobbie was the first grandchild to be born. So
                                                                       when she couldn’t say my aunts and uncles given names,
                                                                       Matilda became Teti, Adrianna became Nana, Armando
                                                                       became Dodo, just to name a few, as example of where
                                                                       the unusual names came from.
                                                                       All the kids, 25 of us, sat around the table and ate first;
                                                                       then we were shipped off to the movies. Uncle Joe always
                                                                       drove us in his Chrysler with the jump seats. Those jump
                                                                       seats were always a bone of contention as we all wanted
                                                                       to sit in them. The grown-ups had dinner and always
         When you’re Italian you learn two words almost before you can   waited for us to return from the movies before they had dessert.
         walk, family and food – and not necessarily in that order. Italians   That was the ‘familia’ time. Papa would sit at the head of the table
         usually speak at about a 90 dB level, which for most people is
         screaming. We’re not screaming, we are just passionate.  drinking his homemade wine and often asked one of his
         In my family, every Sunday would be dinner at Nonie’s house.   grandchildren “Hey you, whatsa your name and have you been
                                                                 a good girl or good boy.” Everyone would always laugh at our
         Nonie, for those people who aren’t fortunate enough to be Italian   responses - and the room got louder.
         is grandma. My Nonie’s house was always full of aromas of food,   I recently moved back to southern California and drove by the
         family talking, and the China cabinet in the entrance. During the
         World’s Fair in San Francisco, my grandfather (or Papa) built   house on Louisiana Street, which had a smaller house in the
         several exhibits. One of the exhibitors talked my Papa into taking   back. I remember the little house as my mother, sister and I lived
                                                                 there after my parents were divorced. I remember the big house
         that China cabinet as payment for his work. Papa knew how to   the most. It looks different from the outside, but I remember every
         negotiate; he learned this living in the Italian section of New York   room and wondered who lived there now. I took solace in
         after he was released from Ellis Island.  So he looked around the
         booth and noticed an array of black ebony elephants with real   knowing that whoever lives there now can’t cook as well and
         ivory tusks. He told the exhibitor that he would take 8 elephants   probably speaks in a normal 40 dB tones.
         in graduated sizes and the China cabinet as payment in full for
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