Although it was a long time ago, the memories I have are still vivid – walking as a boy at my father's side on cool summer mornings, before the sun was up, at the Ontario Food Terminal in Toronto, visiting the farmers' stalls one after another, looking for the most succulent black cherries, the juiciest red haven peaches from the Niagara peninsula, the reddest radishes, and the crispest romaine lettuce from the Holland Marsh. The air was charged with the sounds of farmers eager to sell their truckloads of produce,…
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Poet and priest Pier Giorgio Di Cicco passed away on December 22, 2019. As a poet and editor, his contributions…
Compiled after decades of research by Marino Toppan, Land of Triumph and Tragedy: Voices of the Italian Fallen Workers is…
Although it was a long time ago, the memories I have are still vivid – walking as a boy at…
On hot summer afternoons I love to wander the winding cobblestone streets and narrow alleys of the medieval hilltop village…
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