10:27 PM
Spensieri
Whenever I have the thought for even a moment that my life is unfair or that I have a tough one, doing the simple chores but hacking away at the back of a computer screen and walking to and from school I had always looked back on what my family used to say to me. My life is likely 10 times better than the generation before me...
Now that I look back I see they were much right. My grandfather was the 3rd child of 7 brothers, one whom died at a very, very young age. He grew up with his family on a small farm and helped his father maintain the animals day in and day out. He almost grew up on what any small child would think of as a stereotypical farm, raising Cows, Pigs, Chickens, and a special goat, he always reminded me of that goat.
Growing up after the war they were very poor and could not...
Sunday, August 21, 2011
It all starts in Vinchiaturo...
It all started with the Spensieri's. A broad group of us have descended from the area for centuries...I can nearly trace back our family to the 1400's. Those ancestors must look down from the heavens and be quite confused on how large we have grown.
To jump forward to more recent past, during the second World War. My great uncles, and my grandfather were born in Vinchiaturo, a small farming community in Italy. Their mother and father were both very poor, but owned a farm and each of the children did not lead glamorous lives like most children now a-days. Countless stories have been handed down to myself and my own siblings, which I hope to elaborate on in the future with this blog. I'll be using substitutes for our names for their sake.
My Italian family is quite a large one...
