Jean Marcella Bellanca
Autobiography

   I was born and I found myself in a room with baby

chickens.  I caught the school bus into town.  I played

house during recess time, or London Bridge.  My Mom

would sometimes bring me clothes to school when I had

gone off in something inappropriate.  crossing the state

line into California I heard a woman say "Oh dear, look

at that tarantula!"  It looked like a spider to me.  I cried almost

every night the first year here.  Catholic school was part of 

the reason.  I married the Italian boy from a strict family.

Life is better on my own.  Friends are easier than family.

I don't know what lies ahead.