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Lena Caliva

Houston, Texas

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LENA CALIVA has gone home to those big slot machines in the sky. Born September 14, 1913 in Palermo (Piana Di Albanese), Sicily, she died March 6, 2006. Lena had a zest for living and always brightened the lives of those around her with her quick wit and charming quips. She was an exceptional...

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By not meeting Miss Lena until the winter of her life I think I got the best of some of her stories about the beauty shop, dancing, conventions, her family and of course, poker nights. She could bring a story to life and life to a story. We became kindred spirits when I told her I could play “Pitch”. Her jokes were wonderful as well. She reinforced the fact that a glorious smile and a hearty laugh can make anyone 20 years younger than what they really are. I enjoyed our discussions on the...

Aunt Lena will forever be remembered for her pasta and chicken soup. I am so happy to have had her in my life and gotten to know her as an adult when she stayed with me for a month. She always found the silver lining.

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Lisa Moscarelli

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort. I have very fond memories of Aunt Lena especially when she cooked for me! She was a wonderful lady.

Even though Aunt Lena is our great-aunt, she is more like a grandmother to us. We spent lots of time with her and loved spending the night and staying up all night watching 'Emeril' and '2 Fat Ladies' on the cooking channel. She always cooked the best fried chicken and pasta for us, and even if we weren't hungry when we got to her house, we were as soon as we walked in because it always smelled like seasonings, especially oregano. We will remember her love she gave to my brother and I...

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.