Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Talking about my childhood

Welcome to our blog, Genzano it story
and this post, talking about my childhood
Children have all sorts of dreams that they would like to achieve during their lives, but what happens during their early life may change their dreams and they are forced to live a different life; so in a way we have to accept whatever comes our way, because sometimes we have no power to do anything but accept whatever it comes to us.
Talking about my childhood

Dear readers let me explain, with this post we are going back to tell you about my life story, you see, I just had to say something about my point of view about what is happening in the world about refugees, I felt that because I have come from Italy where most of these refugees are going, I had to say something about them and now that I have done so, I will continue to talk about my life story; I believe that the last post about my life story was about our life observation and we were going to talk about my childhood, so let us talk about it as if we have never mentioned the refugees problem.
So, as we have said before this article could have been the beginning of my life story, but now it is in the middle, just because I have not been able to say all this before; therefore now let me go back in time and talk about my early childhood, so that I would be able to write a record of my life; I was born near the end of the year 1938, and that is before the Second World War started. I was the second child in my family, my brother is only thirteen months older than myself, and for my parents my birth was too soon after their first born. They wanted more children of course, but they wanted them to be born a little more far apart; so I was welcome and unwelcome at once, at least this is the way that I have understood it.

I was born a good healthy boy, but in those days medicine was not as advanced as nowadays, so they didn’t immunise children as much as they do today, because of this lack of knowledge I did not receive Whooping Cough immunisation as a child I caught the Whooping Cough, and although I was lucky and survived it, since then I have kept coughing on for the rest of my life, and therefore I have never been able to completely get rid of my coughing problem, because the Whooping Cough most of the time leaves this condition to whoever caches it for the rest of their lives. At least this is how my own mother has explained my coughing condition to me.

Another health scare and a scar happened when I was three or four years old: I was playing with my brother who was older than me by one year, and while we were playing I don’t know why he hit me with a heavy boot in my face; so that, my nose started bleeding, and it bled for a very long time, that even my parents became very worried, they tried everything they knew and somehow they helped me stop the bleeding, but since then my nose has been bleeding very easily. My nose bleeding has been a real problem with me when I was a kid, and even when I was an adult it kept bleeding very easily. But when I was a teenager has been the worst, and my nose used to bleed day after day up to three times a day. Part of my nose bleeding problem could also be attributed to the way of life that I was living in the farm, as in summer times I had to be in the hot sun a lot of times, and the heat expansion would make my nose bleed, and in winter times because I would catch cold in the cold weather my nose would be bleeding also; but part of this nose bleeding could be attributed to the boot in the face that I received from my brother, as I believe that it weakened my blood vessels in my nose.

However the blood loss and a poor diet in the farm made me grow very skinny, so skinny that one could say that I had all the signs of malnutrition, I was so skinny that one could count my bony ribs, and I was also so light that other boys would sometimes make fun of me, when we were playing and they used to lift me up.
I need to say also, that all these hardships and poor health that I have suffered when I was young; they are also due to the greatest drawback of my life, which happened when I was about five years old. Because then Fate struck a heavy blow to my own parents, as my father and three work horses perished from a lightning strike, while they were carrying on a cart one of the last loads of wheat of the season from a far away field.

Death in the family and the greatest drawback of my life
When this great misfortune happened, we were left with no father and with great financial loss. With the death of my father from this most dreadful misfortune everything changed for the worst for us children, therefore, all the good chances that we could have had in our younger life were taken away, and all the dreams that our parents had for us children came to an abrupt end.
So after our father misfortune, our family that consisted then, of my mother and two boys and a girl that is including myself, we were left in a very poor position to prepare for a decent future life.
My mother had to rely on her two younger brothers, who were only still teenagers at that time, and they had to help her to run our small family farm, so that we could earn a living, as in those days there was no help from the government whatsoever, we were on our own.
So when I was about ten years old, because my family could not afford any longer to hire a youth to help in the farm, I was chosen to help in the farm, instead of my brother who was one year older than me, and by right he should have been chosen to help in the farm.
So, I instead of continuing to go to school and get a better education, I had to go to help in our family farm, and this became later on the greatest drawback of my life.

The way of life in the farm was very boring when I was a child, as it had been for centuries before my time. But before my time people didn’t know how to live a better life, so it didn’t matter that much to them at that time, since most of the male farmers then lived in their farms all their lives, and everybody around them would be at the same level of awareness, so, nobody would ever think that life was boring in the farm, as they would happily accept life as it was then, and they didn’t worry if the lot of them were dull people compared to the towns’ people; as it was only because they were less educated and lived a lonely and boring life, but they were happy just the same and some of us would thing that we were better off than the town people, because there was always something to eat in the farm, compared to the towns’ people who sometimes went hungry, when they had no money.
 Anyhow, the way of life that I was living in the farm, which had been all right for my forbears up to the time when I was young, now was becoming old fashioned during my youth, and therefore it was not right any more to live in such a way, because everything was changing quickly. 

So, I have been very unfortunate as a young man, because everything that had been unchanged for centuries started to change, and most of the people that were living in the towns who before depended from the farming sector to earn a living slowly became better off than us in the farms, but before my time these people usually depended from the farmers for a living, and now everything seemed to swing the opposite way in their favour.
Because of the changing way of living and farming, it became very hard for us to live in the farm and earn a living, so in the end I had to leave our small family farm, in order to earn a better living somewhere else. And it was then that I realised that all the work that I had done in the farm and what I had learned in the farm as a youth, and the time that I had spent in the farm had been a complete waste of time. Because I had to start all over again somewhere else, and I would be doing something else completely different in order to earn a better living; but these things happen in life and we have to accept them, as there is no other way out. The only thing we can do is observe and learn from life.
Therefore because of the changes of life style, which brought about more hardship than usual to the small farm owners, I was forced to leave my small family farm and the town where I was born, in order to find a better living standard away from home.
So, I migrated to Australia.
I believe that I have said enough in this post because it is becoming too long, so see you in our next post: Life means whatever you want, see you soon.

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