My mother’s name was Rose. When I started first grade I immediately became friends with twin girls, Janet and Roseann, and their mother’s name was Rose, too. We spent countless days and nights over the next 12 years hanging out at each other’s houses and we always had one Rose or another watching over us.
The twins’ mother, Rose, was born in Italy and came from a large family. Rose loved to cook for and feed the masses – grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and kids like me – who seemed to wander in and out of her home with some frequency. Every Sunday for lunch she made pepperoni pizza from scratch.
After graduation I stayed in touch with the girls and often saw them and their mom when I came home to visit my own folks. When Mom passed away in 1989, Rose was at her funeral and we’ve seen each other many, many times in the last 20-plus years.