If our daughter’s Italian great-grandfather, Chicch(Francesco), my husband’s grand-father, could have met our daughter’s African-American Indian great-grandmother, Mildred,(Mama Mill), my grandmother, their conversation may have run a bit like this:
Chicch: “Mildred, This is how you make fava beans.”
Chicch: “Mill, “Would you like to sip this Apulian wine?”
Mill: “Chicch, Would you like a bit of this Indian Red chewing tobacco?”
Then, the two of them would have taken a slow gait with their canes to the front porch, plopped down on the swing, and glintingly absorbed the sunset.