Rita was "Parma Mama" to me. Sitting around her kitchen table, she would serve up potato pancakes to Chuck, Barb and I. She never ate any for herself, until she finished serving us. Rita was closer than my own mother, hence "Pama Mama." She loved beautiful things and the most beautiful of all was my "Bug" (Barbara Ann Matthes). Barb and I met of AOL and soon I was taken in like family. Such hospitality... Rita fixed me the nicest room, in their basement. Spent many Christmases with their family. Can't forget Champ (aw, he wagged his tail). The three of them were the only family to ever take me into their home.
With ALL my Love to "Parma Mama."