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Noni=Grandmother=Love

This lovely lady is my noni. She passed away when I was 13. It makes me sad that she isn’t around to tell me how old she was in this picture, to show me how to make sauce and meatballs, to tell me what it was like for her growing up, to tell me about her mother and father…

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