Autumn is slowly creeping into our area. The grape and olive harvests are in full swing. The days are lovely and warm, but not uncomfortably hot. Nights are sometimes cool enough for a light blanket. For some reason, autumn always reminds me of Nonno’s house, our summer home. It’s the house my husband was bornContinueContinue reading “Goodbye to Our Nonno House”
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All Things End
Most of us do not like endings. Beginnings are fun and exciting, with new things on the horizon. But endings mark the conclusion of something, with words like cessation, separation, mourning, goodbye, and farewell. They often carry with them a sense of loss. We experienced this sense of loss during our recent stay in Hubby’sContinueContinue reading “All Things End”
The Old Auntie’s Kerchief: The Power of Love
I can still see her, old and frail, limping up the steep hill with her homemade canes. “What do you have there, Zia (Auntie)?” my Hubby asked, pointing at the mesh bag on her kerchief-covered head. I just gaped, wondering how many nasty things had been on that seldom-washed, filthy headscarf! “Oh rabbit droppings for myContinueContinue reading “The Old Auntie’s Kerchief: The Power of Love”
Travel and Hidden Blessings
June is a busy month for us. Hubby is busy finishing up his English classes. While I am busy getting ready, as usual, for our summer visits to friends and churches. I wish you could join us! First stop: the hometown First stop, Hubby’s hometown in the beautiful Cilento National Park, near Salerno. Where weContinueContinue reading “Travel and Hidden Blessings”
Where Thrift Reigns: The Italian Village of Thrift
Do you rush out to buy new things or have you learned the art of making do? My husband’s hometown is a village where thrift reigns. Where people have long been used to making do. The current trend toward simplicity and frugality is so normal to them, that they would ask “Is there any other way?” ContinueContinue reading “Where Thrift Reigns: The Italian Village of Thrift”
Our Italian Summer Village: Beyond Forgotten
There is only one road leading to the isolated town, our summer village. A place little touched by time, technology, or by the frenetic pace of getting ahead. Thirteen years had passed since our last visit. And though fewer and older, the inhabitants somehow seem to have remained much the same. Many of the old and wrinkledContinueContinue reading “Our Italian Summer Village: Beyond Forgotten”