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I first met my Auntie Annie when I was 5 on my first trip to Scotland. That was in 1953 when my mom, Peggy and my Auntie Teda traveled by train to New York and sailed the Queen Elizabeth home with me, Maryann and my brother Lourie and cousin Tom. We arrived in Glasgow when Penilee was still on rations from WWII. Auntie Annie was a force to be addressed in that household of 8 adults and 3 weans. She went by the big Scottish cruncher in those days in response to who shared a bed with her. That...
Maryann Cavallo
June 14, 2024 | Family





