I have been lucky to have been to Italy and Sicily twice. The first time was just before first grade back in 1956. I think we stayed two months. How my parents could afford this I haven't a clue. We went with my Uncle Sam and Aunt Lucy. We couldn't fly out of Boston because of a snowstorm so we took a sleeper train to New York City. Not a speck of snow there.
|Left to right, Aunt Lucy, my mother and father and me in New York at one of the airports.|