Marion, my grandmother, when she was a girl. She lost her parents when she was five (one to a fire and one to an illness) and she went to live with an aunt. Years later, she met my grandfather at the A& P where he worked. He said he was touched she would take time to chat with him when she came in to shop, because he was an immigrant and she was a native New Yorker. All my grandparents lived in NYC and I loved to visit them and hear (and imagine) their stories.
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