226 Church Hill Road

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Woman with Glass of Orange Juice Outdoors It’s funny how scent evokes memory.

This morning as I entered the park I got a massive whiff of freshly cut grass. When I gazed in the distance Dog Hill was being mowed in perfectly even sections.

Made me think of my Uncle Danny and Auntie Ida’s backyard in Trumbull Connecticut.

First a little back story: she was my mother’s older sister and he, her husband whom she utterly adored – Donato was his formal 7 ply Italian name and they had two bitchy daughters otherwise known as my cousins.

She was also my favorite aunt who I played bottles with. No, not liquor bottles, store bottles like vinegar and Milk of Magnesia…we played store like two kids even though I was 4 and she was 44.  She was by far the best aunt any kid could have.

We’d gather at their house most holidays because of its size and…

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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2 Responses to 226 Church Hill Road

  1. micklively says:

    This paints in more of the gaps in my understanding of your personality, though I’m damned if I can understand how you ended up thin!
    Good post.

    Like

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