These are my cousins, Richard and Donald Tangredi. Richard is the big one dressed as a cowboy and Donald, his little brother, is looking up at him. They are standing in front of the garage behind the house where I grew up.
Their mother, Rosie, was my father's sister who died giving birth to Donald. I never had the privilege of meeting her. Family lore describes her as smart, playing the violin, being a great baker and ready with a fast comeback. I have no pictures, but people tell me that she resembled my cousin, Marilyn, and Donald's daughter Sarah.
I never had much contact with Donald, especially later in his life. He was always pleasant, but there was an ill concealed urge to squirm away.
He was a part of my family, my half-Lithuanian heritage, and I am sad that he is no longer with me on this earth.
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