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Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt

My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. Instead, they returned to Ireland when I was four, my brother, Malachy, three, the twins, Oliver and Eugene, barely one, and my sister, Margaret, dead and gone.
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was,  of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.

I am already hooked. This book has been on my TBR forever and now it satisfies the autobiography requirement in the PopSugar Reading Challenge 2016.

I'm sad to say I heard that Abe Vigoda really died today. He was an old favorite from Barney Miller, a 70's sitcom. His death has been reported so many times that he had a Twitter feed that simply said "I'm alive." Every day....RIP Mr. Vigoda.

My twelve year old granddaughter is wearing my sister-in-laws aunts wedding dress from the 1930s. It fit her perfectly.