Dorothy Elizabeth LaColla

I think of you every day of my life. I remember you coming home from work to push me in my stroller. I remember when I stayed with you in Connecticut & you helped me make a basket from a kit. I remember our "special" fruit salad at Thanksgiving & Uncle John stressing over the turkey with his electric knife while we danced around to Harry Belefonte. I have memories of leaf forts, wildwood, Reeves motel, Christmas with the giant antipasto, mushrooms & manicotti which Terri & I stuffed the...