To hear my nana tell, Pa Tadone's childhood was complicated with a selfish, cruel step-mother and a poor existence which was combined with earthquakes and lots of snakes. Now these things I am sure are true but I know how my grandmother has a tendency (like myself) to embellish a story. Where do you think I get that ability???? Anyway, she always described this beautiful little mountain town in Italy and I would daydream these wonderful fantasies about the village. As I got older, the daydreaming didn't occur nearly as often but one day I was at my computer and I realized I could pull up an image of this little village, I grew very excited and typed in the name and then...........I cried. This was the picture I saw and it felt like I was actually there. I sat and blinked through the tears and decided one day I will travel there to make the connection to my family's past, and to my heart. It has been a long time since that day and I have even traveled to Italy once, but now is the time to take the next step and realize my many childhood fantasies.
This is the only picture I have of Pa Tadone. It is a little
blurry but it is a picture of a kind, and simple man. When I look at it, I am mesmerized and try to think of what kind of life the young Giovanni had back in Italy.
One last note, although I have more of a German background and I look mostly German, I have the heart, mind, and soul of my Italian heritage. It is the force that drives me through my life and keeps me surrounded by beauty!
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ANGELO