to do. to see. to hear. to love

I have always had this fascination and obsession with my father’s mother, the one we call Mormie.  I never met her, she passed away a year or two before I was born.  But for some reason I have always LOVED pictures of her. I have always felt connected to her, like I knew her. Maybe its the resemblance I see between her, my sisters, and my dad. Maybe its the stories about her sense of humor and ease. Maybe its her sense of fashion. I thought it would be cool to share these photos. These are circa 1940’s.

Mormie (grandma Joan) in her late teens, early 20’s I believe.

I see so much of my sister Jennifer in this photo.

Wedding day! A big mix of italians, irish, english, french canadian, and some sioux, amongst other things I believe.

Mormie with all her babies. Aunt Karen standing next to her, Aunt Patrice (urzie) is the little lady in the front, Uncle Mike in the middle, and my pops on the far right (what a cutie!)




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  1. March 17, 2012

    Your grandma was beautiful!!! One of mine died over 30 years before I was born, so…I don’t feel connected to her, but looking at the photos, my dad resembles her so much!

  2. Patrice Rocchio #
    September 16, 2011

    Annie…you make me so proud to be your Aunt. Your Marmie is smiling her BIX off!! Urzie

  3. Julie #
    September 16, 2011

    Ben sure resembles dad here. Wow! Mormie was so pretty.

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