grandpa (silvio) louis (batastini) grandma cathy (caterina pomatto batastini)
sophie, ernestine, joe
the dirt and sand of santa barbara runs in my Italian blood.
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3 comments:
what's amazing is i see a strong resemblance between you two, i haven't pinpointed it exactly
that's what grandma and aunt marie said too. and mom. and brian and rachel when they watched the film footage. i definitely have her deep-set eyes. but i think its something to do with mannerisms too. i grow prouder of it the older i get. like a peacock.
you're right it's in the eyes and the way you move your nose
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