Sunday, August 9, 2015
<p>Uncle George,</p><p>I most likely remember memories of Aunt Noreen better than my siblings. She was always such a kind and generous person to me, especially in my memories of living on Jensen Ave. in Spotswood, just around the corner from Mema, UG and AN. Her distinctive Irish laugh is a happy sound that I will never forget for the rest of my life. I remember being in K-2nd grades (I think) and not appreciating until much later how special it was to have close and loving family living adjacent to our home. <br>Riding my bike to the neighborhood school and back, and being able to stop at my grandmother's house was something I took for granted when I was so young, but I have vivid memories of short conversations on Gaskin Avenue with that trio of special people. Sitting in Mema's living room or across the street at the Richardsons' in the front and back yards and before the days of cell phones, we would look at family photos and talk about car batteries, cameras, street lights, pets, and other random topics that all seemed very important to a six-year-old, at the time. Forty years ago, Aunt Noreen would always offer me a drink of water or tea and ask me about my day.</p><p>Although I'm sad while writing down these memories, I can hear her laugh as she enjoys a better place. It brings a smile to my face. My warmest thoughts and prayers are with you now.</p><p>Love, <br>Your grand nephew Nick Andreacci <br><a href="https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/8f20570660d7104b459dda68023d11c2e334634fdbb4d1f393723380e3566eaf.jpg" rel="nofollow">https://uploads.disquscdn.com/...</a> <a href="https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/41a6cd7cdae103f66ac9c0a4097c5a52c88e754813740d1b3c3e9ba0f3a1da39.jpg" rel="nofollow">https://uploads.disquscdn.com/...</a></p>
