“Food, ready everyone! ” says my Grandma as she finishes preparing the sauce and meatballs. My great-great-grandparents migrated to America from Italy in the late 1800s and worked their hardest to build a life for themselves and their household. It was harsh at first, coming to a whole new world and starting fresh, but they pushed through and started an amazing family. The traditional Sunday dinner came with them from Italy and passed down through generations to my family now. I can still smell the burning sauce in the pot waiting to be poured all over my dish. This Sunday dinner meal has been enjoyed by my family for generations and generations to come. My grandparents are beginning to get old and these times that our family shares together are important to them and to us all. Although a lot of families would do this most weekends, we cannot because my grandparents go to Georgia for half the year, every year due to the rest of my family being there. Regardless of that, we still enjoy and make the most of the time we get with them. In the image, it shows me, my Grandpa, and my father when I was younger enjoying our meal. Even though I was young in that photo, I recall that day and the joy it brought me. After all, I will never forget these memories that my family and I have made over the years on these traditional Sunday dinners and I will pass them on to generations after me.
 

– Anthony Armato

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