My mother is the oldest of 3 sisters whose parents who were born in Sicily and immigrated to the US in the early part of the 20th Century. The family settled in Washington, DC not far from the capitol.
As young girls the 3 sisters, one in a stroller, would walk from their home on Constitution Avenue SE, Washington, DC across Stanton Park, and go to the Stanton Theater. 10 cents each to see the cowboy movies and the other serials which were playing Saturday mornings.
The middle sister Rose passed away this week and now there are only 2 sisters. Sisters who shared a bedroom, shared a wedding dress, and shared a life together with their husbands and children. Now they are old and hanging on to each other, looking back on lives well lived, and wondering where all the time has gone.
Kozmicdogz Breaks Loose 