On my computer desktop is a photo of my maternal grandmother and me on my wedding day, July 8, 1989. I am in a white gown with a face framed by obedient hair leaning my head into hers. She is 88, wearing a blue floral chiffon dress. Her eyes are sunken and her chestnut hair is grey, but we share the same facial structure.

She had been a brown-haired beauty, the type of wide-eyed wonder about whom men would write songs. She was aware of her appearance but I don't think her looks mattered much to her as she was growing up in the mountain village of Calitri, Italy.

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