Kids do not need much more than an open space to run, the proof is in the photo!
This is my on line "Collector's Cabinet". It is non-profit and haphazard at best. I leave it to you to sort through and make sense of.The views are mine. The collection reflects some of my interests. But the material must be credited to the vast internet. Otherwise, I never would have been able to amass such a treasure trove. The purpose of this exercise is entertainment, naturally mine, but even more so yours. So, please let me know if anything strikes a chord with you.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Raggazzi, Campo dei Fiori
Kids do not need much more than an open space to run, the proof is in the photo! 
Roma
Surprise!
A friend has taken the term "Rome is Home" for his site. It is a wonderful apartment in the historic center of Rome. The term, though reflects exactly how I feel. In this particular case I freely speak for my long suffering wife as well. Our bodies are elsewhere, but our hearts will always be in Roma...Campo dei Fiori!
When we first visited Italy in 2001, I came only because Grace made her desires an open secret. Plus of all the cities in Italy, Rome had the most churches. Not my thing...nope not me! I was wrong. Every single time that we have left Roma, I have cried. And with luck it will occur again. We felt loved, comforted, accepted, even adoptivo". There is no reason to list the highlights of the city here. Every travel company, guide, magazine or book has already taken their shot at it. " Rome, a life time is NOT enough" is a famous quote. It is my favorite truth. The first two trips were scouting missions. Did we like it? Really like it? No, we adored it, cherished it, loved it, wallowed in it, walked it, talked it and just simply felt that we were home. That has never changed and most likely won't. Reason ? Our friends, new family...the PEOPLE! I have never felt so accepted.So a part of something. I belonged!
So this blog will have more photos of our distant family and friends. There will be tourist shots, mine. Stories of course, places, maybe a restaurant or two. Hopefully my love/obsession will be interesting without going to far over the top. Even though I just did!
When we first visited Italy in 2001, I came only because Grace made her desires an open secret. Plus of all the cities in Italy, Rome had the most churches. Not my thing...nope not me! I was wrong. Every single time that we have left Roma, I have cried. And with luck it will occur again. We felt loved, comforted, accepted, even adoptivo". There is no reason to list the highlights of the city here. Every travel company, guide, magazine or book has already taken their shot at it. " Rome, a life time is NOT enough" is a famous quote. It is my favorite truth. The first two trips were scouting missions. Did we like it? Really like it? No, we adored it, cherished it, loved it, wallowed in it, walked it, talked it and just simply felt that we were home. That has never changed and most likely won't. Reason ? Our friends, new family...the PEOPLE! I have never felt so accepted.So a part of something. I belonged!So this blog will have more photos of our distant family and friends. There will be tourist shots, mine. Stories of course, places, maybe a restaurant or two. Hopefully my love/obsession will be interesting without going to far over the top. Even though I just did!
Victor Baccari
A good man is gone. My Father-in-law, Victor was first generation Italian-American. Born and raised in Salem, Ma. He lived the second half of his life in a much warmer Florida.
As a child and a young man he developed a life-long affection for sports. His favorite was roller skating. He and his sister thought they were good enough to turn professional.But, then she taught him how to dance and that coursed through him for the rest of his life. A ball room dancer, he disdained the modern TV versions, "not the real thing"! Emma (sister),also introduced him to her friend Ruth. The courtship was fast, furious and brief, the marriage lasted until her passing. Vic (Honey) or Brat as sister Queena called him, both teased and taught her. Teased her about her size...not! Taught her how to dance, until the night he introduced her to her new partner, the broom. That was also the same night he met Ruth.
After marriage, Vic and Ruth lived for many years north of Boston until the cold weather was too much. Victor decided to gather his, by then large family and move to Florida. A home, a business (Garden care, another love) and a family now into the generations kept him motivated. Nothing was more important than Ruth, his girls, son and all the ensuing grandchildren. Every game, event, practice, party or picnic you knew where he would be...surrounded by kids or watching them play.
His life was long, almost 94 years. During that time he saw merchants delivering ice, coal, bread, produce, oil, etc from horse drawn carts. His household may have started with a Victrola, a crank phone, a console radio, a wood fired stove and a coal fired furnace. All of these modern (at the time) conveniences replaced by; the "I-pad"??? and a better stove.
Tin Lizzie to Hummer. TV. Silent movies in black and white transpired into Cinemascope, color, blu-ray, 3D and DVD capability. Baseball remained a constant. Ty Cobb, Lefty Grove, Babe Ruth, Stan Musial, Teddy Ballgame...they all played for Vic.
So did Frank, there was only one Sinatra and he was the only singer! Paragraph, next!
Patience, forgiveness, strength of character, they along with humor are virtues we all cherish and he carried into the world daily. While short of stature his heart was gigantic. He passed the gleam in the eye, the zest for life into the next generations and left us with memories.
Truly, he did it his way.
A good man is gone.
After marriage, Vic and Ruth lived for many years north of Boston until the cold weather was too much. Victor decided to gather his, by then large family and move to Florida. A home, a business (Garden care, another love) and a family now into the generations kept him motivated. Nothing was more important than Ruth, his girls, son and all the ensuing grandchildren. Every game, event, practice, party or picnic you knew where he would be...surrounded by kids or watching them play.
His life was long, almost 94 years. During that time he saw merchants delivering ice, coal, bread, produce, oil, etc from horse drawn carts. His household may have started with a Victrola, a crank phone, a console radio, a wood fired stove and a coal fired furnace. All of these modern (at the time) conveniences replaced by; the "I-pad"??? and a better stove.
Tin Lizzie to Hummer. TV. Silent movies in black and white transpired into Cinemascope, color, blu-ray, 3D and DVD capability. Baseball remained a constant. Ty Cobb, Lefty Grove, Babe Ruth, Stan Musial, Teddy Ballgame...they all played for Vic.
So did Frank, there was only one Sinatra and he was the only singer! Paragraph, next!
Patience, forgiveness, strength of character, they along with humor are virtues we all cherish and he carried into the world daily. While short of stature his heart was gigantic. He passed the gleam in the eye, the zest for life into the next generations and left us with memories.
Truly, he did it his way.
A good man is gone.
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