Last Sunday after meetings and pranzo we went with a member to the cemetery to see Olga's grave and to find the members mom's grave. Each Sunday we go by a florist shop and when almost all stores are closed on Sunday this place is open. Buckets and buckets of flowers are lined up on the sidewalk, when we return it is all closed and all the flowers are gone! We went to the cemetery on Sunday afternoon and found all the flowers.

 We ran into our Brother 'HAPPY' Vincenzo he had come to put flowers on all his family graves throughout the cemetery. We found he does this almost every Sunday along with everyone else.  We arrived at 4, just before closing so most people had already gone.

 His Parent are on the tip top of the graves.

 There are hundreds of these buildings that house their dead. 

We did not find Maria's mother's Grave. We located a man in the Cemetery who was in charge of records and he took us into his office and went through several spiral notebooks. He found the mother’s name and where she was first buried, but she has been dead for more than 50 years and her remains have been moved to a smaller place but that was not recorded. That was new to us that this sister’s mother had died just after her birth and that you can only stay in the big grave for 50 years and then you’re moved and your bones placed in a box a little bigger than a shoe box--- no notification is given to family and not recorded. The sister accepted it because that is the way they do things here--- but it sure bugged me! We put flowers on her Grandmothers grave who raised her and she was happy!( That is considered a big grave where Maria's hand is resting.)