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Suburban Chicago, January 2, 1962. Here's Mr. Irene and his "Cousin I." Cousin I is Anthony's daughter; Anthony was Mr. Irene's Godfather.
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Suburban Chicago, January 2, 1962. Cousin I's Mom sits between Cousin I and Mr. Irene. That's the head of Mr. Irene's maternal Grandmother, Anna, on the left.
Chicagoans: does that box of Heinmann's cookies from Dominick's trigger your salivary glands? The cookies likely were those thin chocolate chip ones that often seemed a bit overly crispy on the edges. We were a "Jewel family," so I didn't visit Dominick's often. My Parents probably thought it was too Italian. My neighbor took me to the River Forest Dominick's on North Avenue once or twice a year: on those occasions, I grabbed a few hot cookies as they emerged into the bakery on a conveyer belt. The store encouraged that conduct.
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Ah, Dominick's! I remember and miss those cookies. They almost melted on your tongue. I also carry fond thoughts for Jewel's coffee cakes - the big round ones as well as the rectangular filled ones.
What I miss most about Chicago is the food - the quality (if you knew where to go) and the variety.
--Nora
I miss the varieties of food in Chicago, too. You can't get Kugelis or Cepelinai here!
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