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I can just picture the time and scents...
posted by
Blue_feathers
on November 12, 2015 at 1:14 PM
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My paternal grandmoher was 23 when these true events occured; my father was just three years od. Grandma, in her harsh calabrian,dialect used to tell me dozens of stories I will never forget.
love from Joe
posted by
LongoGeremia
on November 12, 2015 at 1:09 PM
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Times for those women children and old people must have been dreadful. War creates miseries that are never really recorded. Thank you for this poem.
posted by
Kabu
on November 12, 2015 at 11:49 AM
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This really grabbed my attention. I must admit that I've never been to Italy, but I am aware of that time and place and events through reading and videos. Just last week three of my friends returned from a week at a cooking school in the mountains of Abruzzo where, among other things such as pasta, they learned to make “sise delle monache”.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 12, 2015 at 10:58 AM
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