Welcome to my personal web site! Oh yes, New Jersey the state I was born in, the state I love. The area I live in, is right across the Delaware river from Philadelphia. The delaware river runs down the whole length of the state. Philadelpha is a seaport, housing the Philadelphia Navy Yard, at one time right across the way, is Camden, New Jersey. It was a bustling city back in its day. Big business, stock brokers, shipping companies, hat makers, you name it Camden had it. When I was a little girl growing up my Mother and I went to Camden every Saturday, we would board the bus, right outside our door, to Kaign Avenue, where the main shopping began, get off and go immediately in McCrorys, 5& 10. My mother used to work there before she married my father. McCrory's is a big 5 & 10 with two entrances, one on broadway, the main drag and one on Kaign Avenue. It had everything, whenever we purchased anything, they used a tube to send the order, I was fascinated with that tube as a child, my eyes would open big, totally amazed how that thing would send somthing upstairs, and then return something else right here where you were standing. The powerful sound of the suck... as it went in, you could hear it moving up, I would get so excited. And the sales girl went right along knowing I was fasinated with this. We would leave the 5 & 10 and proceed up Broadway, going from one store to the next the sidewalks crowed with friendly people, everyone so kind and courtiest. The men would tip their hat, and the woman smiled. We had the greatest time on our excursion every Saturday. Memories I will never forget. This went on for over a mile with Federal Street at the end. There were three movie houses we passed, so many stores, clothes for all. The seafood store, where I held my nose until we got by. The subway was just before hitting Federal Street, we would return back there later to catch our bus. The subway, is underground of course, which took you to Philadelphia. We stayed on top where the bus stop was.

Here you'll learn all about me: My interests and hobbies, the people in my family, my pets, and more. As a child growing up, I went to Catholic school until 8th. grade. Sacred Heart Catholic school was one of the best. I had to go by public bus, it was too far to walk. We had a bus driver named Whitie, he was the best. He always took care of us kids even if we lost our bus ticket. Parochial school was strict, but fair. All of the nuns were saintly. Couldn't figure out how they could wear those long black habits in the hot summertime. Graduated from there wanted to go to Gloucester Catholic, but the school was too crowed, would only take new admission if they had brothers or sisters going there. Not my luck, so attended Gloucester High School, wow, what a difference after a strict Catholic grade school. My first home room teacher was Mr. Funk, you can imagine the kidding he took with that name. Good looking man, he was also coach, gym teacher for boys and the driving instructor. Our homeroom was on the 4th. floor a little room, extremely outdated, with bleachers for seats. The kids were roudy, not being used to that. I looked like a goody two shoes. As I would stand when the teacher came in the room, stand when spoken too. Always, answer Yes, Mr. Funk, well the class roared. They never saw anything like that. To me it was normal, that's what we did for 8 years at Parochial school, but that did stop the habit. I had to learn how to act like the other kids,fast, real fast. Can laugh about it now, but it was not funny then. Gym class was another tricky one for me, laughing now. I was embarrassed to dress and undress amongst other students, nevering having to do that before, made me extremely uncomfortable. Well gym class was neat, I joined the bad girls, te, he. We would sneak behind a bush and smoke ciggeretts, our gym teacher never even missed us, lol. Played hooky with my cousin, she lived in the city. She got caught, I didn't, the trauant officer thought I was too nice to do that, Ah Ha!, what they didn't know, didn't hurt them, but that freshman year was a disaster, my report card was showing, C's, D's and failing. Had to change that, wow,now to get out of this mess. Being cool was not the best for me. School continued on and I graduated, being friendly but not belonging to any groups or clicks as we called them back then. I graduated from high school and went on to work.

The beginning of my adult life, gone the days of carefree fun, where school was the main responsibility. I started my first job at Food Fair Stores, I worked as a meat wrapper. It was hard work, but the pay was good. Worked for another two years, then we decided to get married and start our own familiy. We had a beautiful wedding in the church that I grew up in. We stayed at two different apartments, then purchased our home. My first son was a little over two years old. A beautiful Cape Cod with plenty of room, large Italion kitchen, fenced in yard, finished recreation room in the basement. An ideal place to raise our children. A little over a year later, Ricky was born, with Cystic Fibrosis. I tell the story on my website titled: Healed & Whole. You can click on the lady at the fence to take you there. The back button to bring you back here. Immediately after his death, I had taken in a beautiful foster child, his mother was ill and needed someone to take care of her son for a year. In the meantime,I wanted desparately to get pregnant again, which I did. Johnny & Mario were great friends. We went often to see the nuns at Newberg, New Jersey. Since I lost my last baby to Cystic Fibrosis, they all gathered around me and prayed that this one would be healthy. At the end of my pregnancy, Mario was ready to go home with his mother. A mother and father who loved him so, it was so easy to let him go to a loving home. I felt honored that I could help. Shortly after my third son was born, healthy. Thank God, we were truly blessed. We were absolutely delighted, so grateful, for we believe it was all the prayers for us that created this perfect child. Ron was born naturally, no drugs due to the problem with Cystic Fibrosis. What a joy, what a delight, I nursed him, he grew larger by the month. Our family was now complete. Johnny and Ronny were four years apart. They were both beautiful children, as different as night and day. My joy was teaching them to grow, reading to them, building snowmen and igloo's in the winter snow. Johnny started school, I went back to work on a part time basis as a Medical Assistant and worked my way up to Physicians Assistant. This took many years but a job that I loved. My family was complete.

Now my family is grown and out on their own. Both sons have done well in life, they took their schooling seriously, Ron, went into the Marines for 4 years, they both are Electrical Engineers. So I feel so content and blessed that they will not have to struggle financially. I pray that they are well rounded people who love life and take time to smell the roses. Then I will be truly blessed, having suceeded with my goal in life. AAAhhhhhhhh! Now its time for me, my job is complete.