He is getting old and losing strength — this yellow chair is his only window on the world. It’s a smaller world, now, in which he lives, but still .... A two-minutes story
Mille grazie, bello! Because I was writing about what I know and have actually experienced, I didn't have to consult with you this time. Thought I would give you a break. ha ha ha
I know, right? Bruno sits in his chair in the middle of his world. The larger world no longer concerns him. Which is good, as there is nothing he can do about the horror of it anyway.
Yes. He may live alone now, but he is not alone. He find strength in being acknowledged, in not being invisible. The elderly are so often invisible here in our culture. Something to be tossed out.
Thank You, Grazie, for reawakening the Italian in me - la dolce vita - the Art of Visiting. Taking time to love and cherish. In a few days Im going to Italy for the first time and will immerse in this Pure Joy of Being Alive!
Hooray! Have a magical time, Bella! I will be thinking about you as you are zipping around the Tuscan Hills. And if you run into Uncle Bruno, give him a couple of kisses!
Sharron, this is an absolutely beautiful post! I feel I'm right there now in the afternoon sun, smelling the fish and cigar smoke. A wonderful piece. 😊
A really nice vignette of Italian community!
Thank you, Linda.
I love this. I love the window into a world that pays respect to its elders.
Thank you, John. I was trying for something calm and inspiring amid these weeks of world horror.
"On a sunny afternoon in the village of Manarola, blessings are counted. This is what it is to be Italian."
Bela storia amico mio.
Mille grazie, bello! Because I was writing about what I know and have actually experienced, I didn't have to consult with you this time. Thought I would give you a break. ha ha ha
I really enjoyed this Sharron. What a lovely way to spend a warm and sunny afternoon.
I know, right? Bruno sits in his chair in the middle of his world. The larger world no longer concerns him. Which is good, as there is nothing he can do about the horror of it anyway.
Molto bene Cara. ))
Thank you, my friend. I hope this made up for the blood and gore of the other one I posted this week...
Italians really take care of each other....
Yes, they do, David. Family is everything. And family includes lost and lonely neighbors.
Poignant goodbye.... fleeting but introspective.
Glad you liked it, Wade. Thank you.
It's not easy seeing Uncle Bruno getting old. But it's good that he's Italian! Very good, Sharron.
Uncle Bruno will be cared for -- family or not, he is still family. Thanks, JR
Bruno is gaining strength is in his way
Yes. He may live alone now, but he is not alone. He find strength in being acknowledged, in not being invisible. The elderly are so often invisible here in our culture. Something to be tossed out.
I felt like I was sitting there with him. This piece had such a quality and neighborly vibe to it.
Thank you, Kristi. I was hoping for that. I would pack my bags right now and go back there if I could.
Yes. Mice around here get a quick menu listing. Pounce chomp gulp. done. Very efficient with professional cats. Takes mere seconds.
I love that the community has become his family.
Yes, me too. It is sure a different story for elders here!
Thank You, Grazie, for reawakening the Italian in me - la dolce vita - the Art of Visiting. Taking time to love and cherish. In a few days Im going to Italy for the first time and will immerse in this Pure Joy of Being Alive!
Hooray! Have a magical time, Bella! I will be thinking about you as you are zipping around the Tuscan Hills. And if you run into Uncle Bruno, give him a couple of kisses!
Pizzicargli il sedere?
Um... well? Maybe?
I'll think of You as I roam the Tuscany Hills ...
Sharron, this is an absolutely beautiful post! I feel I'm right there now in the afternoon sun, smelling the fish and cigar smoke. A wonderful piece. 😊
Thank you, Rebecca. How I wish I were there right now...
Me too! 🇮🇹