Gramma Roisi, no matter what kind of backround there was found or is still to be found, will always be my Gramma. She use to buy me t-bone steaks and cottage cheese. I use to sit and eat a whole cottage cheese container. She use to wash my hair in the kitchen sink and make horns on my head. She bought me Italian ice. I spent alot of time with her in differant houses and apartments, mostly in Rochester. She took me downtown riding on the city buses which i loved. These are just some memories of my Gramma that will always be mine.