A Remembrance of Grazia Silverio DeBacco (1904-2003)  My Nana
died this afternoon.  Grazia Silverio DeBacco turned 98 this
past fall. As a young girl in the early part of the 20th
century, she, along with many other Italians, came over to this
country in the hopes of finding a better life. Eventually, she
grew up and settled down with her husband in a tiny house on
Blue Row in Brady's Bend, Pennsylvania, a small, three-mile-long
town on the Allegheny River, and proceeded to have ten children
-- three girls, seven boys -- between 1923 and 1946.  It's funny
how that doesn't seem like much when you render it that simply.
But this was the height of the Depression, in a small limestone-
mining town that had seen better days, in a house roughly the
size of a Manhattan apartment.  And then there are the kids
themselves, who are some of the kindest, gentlest, funniest
people you'd ever want to know. A little eccentric, some of
them, a little goofy, some of them (okay, a lot of them), but at
heart they are all good peo