Subject: Re: My Grankidd#48
From: domenic
Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 21:39:07 -0500
To: Daniela Wood
BCC: Joanne Seminara , "Seminara, Stefanie [JAN]" , June

Dear Grandbaby,
     I really enjoy telling you about Careri in the form of a story and I'm particularly thrilled because is the story of my life albeit my first one the one I too find amusing to hear stories told to myself by myself (does it make any sense to you? I know it may not but it makesperfect sense to me). Now I'm going to take you back to Laguardia, I'm going to sit on the wall ad look at the distance. I'm now next to Ancuni the home of the rich man I told you about previously. There is a vast hilly area arid and forbidding(that is how I remember it).
The town of Careri owned this land and in the late forties the town council decided to parcel it in five acres lots and hold a lottery to give it away to the residents that applied for it( my father was one of them). I dont recall going to bed hungry one day ion my early life but it was'nt because we were rich but rather because my dad would do anything to put food on the table. At the lottery my dad won his parcel not at the worst location but very close.For days on end my dad would go in the morning with me and the donkey (I would ride it most of the way) untill all the land was dug up. He would then plant wheat and hope that the rain would be enough and timely to make it grow and give us a good harvest.I can vaguely remember the first year but watever was the case I really had a ball.My father at the conclusion of weeks of hard work planted the wheat and prayed that the rain would help.The rain did help and by spring had a green field ofwheat that would look so beautyfull and waved when the wind caressed it.At that point my mother and her lady friends would based on an elaborate exchange agreement go in rotation to each other wheat field form a line and would weed the field(walking through the field pull the weeds). While working they would sing folkloristic songs with a melody I can clearly and with sadness remember.
I'll tell you about the rest of the season and the entire process till it became bread on the table.
Now I have to tell you that Nonna&melooooooooooooooove  U