Cecelia Matala

It is difficult to put words to the feelings I am now experiencing. So many of the happiest memories of my "growing up" days involve "Aunt Ceil and Uncle Tony", especially the highjinks played by Dad and Uncle Tony when one or the other wasn't home at the time of a visit. The time the Matalas left the old radiator blocking the front door on Washington Avenue always brings a smile to my face( Mom and Dad knew that we had a visit from Aunt Ceil and Uncle Tony). There has not been a day...