This Flapper Turned 40






Our daughter hit her 40th year last week and we celebrated in Chicago Mob Gangster style.  I don’t know if it’s because she was born at this time of year or she’s just a party girl, but ever since she was little costumes have been a major part of the celebrations! 

Here is a taste of some of the party fun!









With her gangster husband!






With my flapper daughters.





So good to spend time with our daughter from San Diego and her family!









My husband and I clowning around!







My brother-in-law, “The Don” stole the show!  He cooked up authentic Italian recipes going way back to his family in Bari, Italy!  He served us fried artichokes, both plain and meat sauces over Orechiete pasta and meat braciole.







It’s been wonderful to have family visiting from CA, NM and Chicago.  Life around our house is back to normal again and now we have colorful memories tucked in our hearts!

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Comments

  1. What a lovely way to celebrate a milestone. When I hit 39, I told everyone I was going to keep 39 for at least 10 years and I did.
    I can tell from your photos that everyone enjoyed the celebration and wow, the GREAT food. Thank you for sharing your exciting post with us here at “Tell Me a Story."

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  2. What a great party! Love those pictures! You guys do it right… What a blessing you have. Congratulations, sister. (Cool car by the way!)

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  3. What a great idea..ad great memories you are storing up for the future. Anytime with family is the best in our book and I can tell in yours too.

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  4. Hi Mary!
    Would you believe, this just popped up on my news feed as having been published only 23 hours ago?

    Nevertheless, I love the big smiles all around ... too much fun!

    Huggers!
    Myra

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