August 11, 2014

Springfield, NJ. April, 1971

Nana. This is my maternal grandmother, who came over “on the boat” from Ireland to work in domestic service in Swampscott, MA, and somehow managed to get to Elizabeth, NJ, where she married, had a child (my mother) and raised her alone after her husband ran off. That’s pretty much all I know about that; my family is Irish and no one talked about these things. Or about anything, actually. Nana and I shared a dislike for noise. I liked to visit her alone, without my parents or my brother. We’d sit in the quiet. She made me great hamburgers.

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