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Book of Memories for Catherine GuastamacchiaRecent updates for the Book of Memories
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My mom was so insanely clean and organized that she always knew when something was moved or missing. If you dared to lift up a framed photo from the end table or dresser and didn't put it back exactly where it belonged, she always knew. If you spilled something on the floor and cleaned it up, she always knew, if you ate and cleaned up after yourself, she always knew, but mostly she always knew how to catch you in a lie or get you to give her the information she was looking for. You could never get one over on my mom. she always knew.
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Aunt Catherine was a neat-freak about evertyhing. Especially about her home. Dirt and dust avoided her home knowing not to land. When visiting Aunt Catherine's home, you took special care to avoid leaving fingerprints anywhere. You had to take your shoes off as if you were entering some kind of Holy Shrine ! Well, as the story goes, I was eating a hot dog at one of the parties and dropped mystard on the kitchen floor. The fear of God took over me. It was soon alleviated as (with Aunt Catherine only millimeters away) I quickly rubbed the mustard into the kitchen floor so as not to be detected. I escaped The Wrath of Kahn !!! Many years later (knowing she couldn't do anything about it at that point) I related the story to her. To my surprise she laughed and forgave me.