Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Dear Ferrante's one and all,
I am sending my deepest sympathies. I cannot recount the many hours I spent at your fantastic home on that Kingston property. The gym, the farm and cows and hayloft. It was such a free place to be and your mom was so warm and welcoming always. I remember your lederhosen early in the morning on the bus (gentlemen), I remember hours on the phone with the cord dragged into the closet for privacy. I remember your dad telling Francesca onetime "you have been on the phone long enough...tell her you have nothing more to say and hang-up." I also remember perfectly combed hair for dinner, jackets, and turtle soup (which I was not thrilled about) But I was thrilled about those huge hunks of chocolate the Ferrante's always had that we would break up and eat with bread and butter. And the highlight of every Halloween was wondering what crazy homemade costumes you would all show up in (but I was not so thrilled that your family gave out apples instead of candy).
Many memories of your family, your beloved mom and our many adventures together.
Sending you my very warm wishes. Your family had a large role in our family.
With Love,
Barbara Blair
