Happy Fourth of July

Today I will miss my aunt’s pickled green tomatoes and the fried bread with some kind of flower in the middle that my family used to make for the July 4 picnic.  And I’ll miss all my aunts and uncles and mom and dad who were always part of the day.  But mostly, I’ll remember the summer I brought my friend Sandra home to meet my family. Sandra was, at the time, a 15 year old Eskimo girl.  Grandpop Rocco met her and in the thickest possible Italian accent said to her, “Welcome to my country!” I think that says all that needs to be said about what immigrants bring to this land.