Dear Grankiddddddddddddddd,
I'm still sitting on the wall at la guardia and looking at the vast
distance all around me. Far on the other side of the mountains is the
tallest peak "montalto" the huighest mountain in Calabria and one of
the highest in Italy.
The snow covered top every year visible from my hose, actually my
bedroom would tell me the arrival of Old man winter as well as it's
departure when the top was all green. The immense valley in between was
hardly noticeable during all those years I lived there but now
............wow! what a nostalgia it brings. My eyes are racing at all
the spectrum to get into focus the most memorable childhood fact I can
tell you about and even though I have a choice of at least a dozen
settings in front of my eyes to tell you about I cannot decide which.
Sterting from the left there is a chapter to be written about "Voscu da
curti"the property my great uncle Antonio lived in and actually he
lived for. Then there is "I cassoni d'Ancuni". And a little over "A
farestola"
a place I can talk for days.A little closer home there is"U gramattusu"
where the winters we spent a lot of time harvesting olives. And further
away on the other side of the river there is "Santu Luca". a town
always in the underground news due to the heavy Mafia influence. A
little further "Natili & Natilinovu" and next "U pratu"
the place my father spent a big percentage of his life's energy to make
it the closest thing to the Garden of Eden (at least at the time I
thought it was). And then Prati' e Varraru e Panduri.
See! lots & lots to tell you about.
Hope not to bore you
Love
Nonno