Cuckoo Clocks and Tossing Pizzas

One of the fondest memories I have from being a small child is that of my great grandparents, Lena and Matthew, otherwise known to me as Nana and Old Pop.

When I was little and we lived in New Jersey, my mother would take me to visit them, and I have very distinct recollections of their house, the kitchen, and the cuckoo clock. They say the sense of smell brings back instant memories, and I remember well the way their house smelled, especially when Nana made her homemade pizzas.