
My grandmother, the one I was named after, Lina, in Las Vegas.

My Uncle Angelo on the left, and my grandfather and I; he;s showing me grapes he grew in the garden my grandmother and him had at the house he built on Bradley avenue in the Stat.
...I looked at 2 of her photo album collection, and came across a few really special ones that threw me back. This is another method for me to get inspiration for the work I create myself, for I think what has gone down in the past molds the future. That's an artist's perspective of the importance of history...also the answer to the same question every year on the first day of school:"Why do you think history is important?"

My cousin Mariann, "Mari", my grandfather, "Nonno Sal", and me, chubby as can be.

Ma and Pop at someone's wedding.

A view of a rainbow after a sunshower from my grandparents' house on Bradley ave. on Staten Island. The house was knocked down a few years back where on that property new homes including the one my grandmother currently lives in is at.

My cousin Mariann and I.

From Left my Aunt "Zia" Antonella, Pop, Salli Boi, and cousin Joseph at Sal's communion dinner.
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