Stories My Grandfather Told Me... and Other Tales

I grew up in a small Italian town at the foot of the Alps. We didn't have television, computers, or any other type of home entertainment. During the long winter evenings we listened to stories. My grandmother could tell fantastic tales of fairies and monsters. Often cousins and other neighborhood kids will gather in our kitchen to listen to Grandma spin her magic. There were a few occasions when she would be up until late to finish a chore, and I would ask my grandfather to tell me a bedtim...