Recollections by Joe Ragucci (in conjunction with other discussions):

I have fond memories of my grandma Ragucci.  She lived with us in the Port Reading barracks until we moved to Larch Street where she and Aunt Mary moved to an upstairs apartment.  I would go upstairs and visit all the time especially when I came home from school.  I would sit with her and do my homework. Grandma could not speak any English and I could not speak any Italian.  But we had very few problems communicating because we could each understand the other language even though we didn’t speak it.  Now that I’m older I wish I would have learned Italian, but no one thought it was important. 

One time I recall very vividly is when President Kennedy was shot in Dallas.  I remember being with my grandmother after school and seeing the events unfold on her television.