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A Collection of Reflections for Mother’s Day
Looking Back at the Various Memories of Mom
I was born and raised in the inner-city of Rochester, New York, in a red-brick house, which to this day still rests in the shadow of Eastman Kodak’s global office, if close to where now stands Frontier Field.
I was blessed to have been raised in what was a loving home, filled with a beautiful family that included my father Herbert Pompeii Pilato, my sister Pamela Rose Pilato Mastrosimone, and my mother Frances Mary Turri Pilato, among countless family members, friends, neighbors and colleagues that frequented that graceful place.
Every day was a holiday in that house.
But in honor of Mother’s Day, in particular, I have listed below links to the various articles I have written here on Medium with specific regard or in some way connected to my Mom.
If you have not yet read any of what is listed below, I invite you to do so now.
If you have already read any of the articles, you might be interested in reading them again during this special maternal celebration, to honor or possibly ignite the memories of your own Mom, your own motherhood, fatherhood, childhood, or family life in general.
Either way, I hope that at least one of the following articles somehow brings a smile or…
