Carissimoma Nipote,
Just accross the river a little south of "U voscu da curti" is a
place I always looked with interest and envy since childhood, it was
called "Ancuni". this was an estate of hundreds of acres all well
cultivated with Olive trees , an orange tree plantation a huge garden a
veeeery big house and even a private mill for making olive oil, wine
and a large cattle ranch and a herd of ship. The owner of this Estate
was Rich and I always dreamed of how it felt to be rich.I wondered how
it felt to live in a house like his with so many roomms and not having
tio worry about tomorrows food.To have a large chicken coop and be able
to count on hundreds of eggs
every day. Having a baby lamb ready to be slaughtered any time he
wished.
I would often look at this estate from my uncle land way above the
hills and wondered who this rich man was how many kids he had, how many
horses in the stable and how much money in his pocket at any one time.
He had lots of employees working full time in the fields. How it felt
to be so rich.
I ofted drooled at these many thoughts of how others felt being rich.
I cannot recall thinking of myself being rich that way or beinr in this
rich mans place in life.
I guess I was more interested in dreaming of what was going on in this
rich mans life that longing or dreaming to be there myself. I must also
in my small world having been happy and content with my life at that
stage not to long to be rich myself.It wa not lack of ambition, but
total absence of it. What I wanted at that time was to enter that
kingdom of his and only with my immagination.
I was a happy kid all the way.
I wish you happiness too my grankidd.
Nonno&Nonna love you lots&lots.