Friday, March 22, 2013

How we behave

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How we behave
 We (the people) are a strange lot sometimes, as you have seen in our last post we have written an introduction, but during this introduction we were lying to ourselves, because we wanted to keep our heads high and did not want to admit our problems to the world.
Now, this part of the story that I am presently writing, almost I did not want to write it here, because I have already lamented it somewhere else, but I feel forced to write it anyhow, just because it fits my story that I am writing now, after all this post is called hello my world, so let me cry my heart out and say what I have to say.  And this is how I see the way that we behave.
Speaking for myself, the reality of life is that I find life for me has lots of ups and downs, and even if I don’t admit them to you, I feel them within myself. So, when you happen to ask me, ‘How are you?’ I may happen to be very much down, but, I will still answer you: I am very well, thank you! So, my dear readers, listeners or friends, there are no doubts about our behaviour that it is sometimes strange, and so, we have to admit that:
We behave sometimes as if everything is indeed unreal, when we do say things that we do not mean or feel. And even when our own heart is hurt and cries in pains, we do turn to the world and pretending smile again, because we don’t want the world to see our pains. But all the efforts that we have made have been in vain. Because our heart still hurts and we still feel that pain.
I am sure that some of you will agree with me about what I have just written, because you may have been in a painful situation yourself sometimes, and therefore you know and understand what I mean. But at the same time one may also ask here: What’s the use to pretend such a thing? When it is only pretense. Even if, it has been able to make one feel better for a few moments, and one has been able to overcome the inner pains and has smiled just for a second. But, is all this pretence worthwhile to live one’s life in such a way deceiving oneself?
But then it might indeed be worthwhile, just because we have been able to control ourselves and for a few moments we have felt well in the middle of all those afflictions that may bug us.  
As you can see, we sometimes behave in strange ways; my own judgement here is that, perhaps it may be worth behaving in such a deceitful way, not because we have been able to lie to ourselves, but because we have been able to control our own pains. And to live as well as one can; one must be in control of oneself.
Now let me add this, perhaps we need to behave as above, you see, in business people need to be polite and being polite sometimes we need to lie. I hope you see what I mean?
Anyhow there are times when whatever we do may not seem right, so it is up to ourselves to decide what is better for us, for instance at this very moment I have decided to stop writing this post, but I will continue to write next post called; a story to tell.  
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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Hello my world

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 Hello my world
Welcome to my post
Dear readers, let me break away from my farm life story just for this post and we will return to it later on, because I want to tell you just how I felt after I left the farm, you see this story that I am telling you has two sides, one is what I did and the other is how I felt during and after that time that I spent in the farm. Here I have to tell you that I am sorry to tell you that I have felt hurt my entire life, just because I had to live my early life in the farm without even knowing  the consequences that could follow from this type of living , so even today my inner self wants to cry out aloud, and so express myself with the knowledge that I have painfully acquired later in my life; you see, in doing what I am going to do and say hereunder, I would like to throw away my shyness forever and never look back at those drawbacks that I had early in my life; so I would like to come into the world and be able to say what I want to say, and therefore break away from the past  forever, introduce myself to the world and here is what I would like to say with a loud voice!
   HELLO MY WORLD! HERE I COME TO YOU WITH OPEN ARMS.

Hello world!         Hello life!        Hello everybody!

And a great and warm “Hello” To all those who are very close to me and love me!
Reader and listeners will you excuse me! And I hope that you will listen to me!
Because I would like very much to say to you that I would like to be friendly with you, since we all seem to be going the same way, in our present earthly life.
So, I hope that you will allow me to be your friend; because it seems to me that many of you over here look very friendly to me. I hope that I am right and that you are very friendly people. So may I ask, if I may have the pleasure of your company?
I hope that you don’t mind me if I ask some questions which have come to my mind, and I hope that my dropping in on you will not upset you in any way, I also hope that you don’t mind me personally, as I am very keen to be your friend, so I would like to meet you all, or at least all those that are thinking that they can be friendly with me. Since I would like to share some of my time with you, and also some of my very personal views, that is, if you choose to stand by me and you don’t mind listening to me, as I want to talk about a few things that are on my mind at the present time, and which in realty effect all of us during our life.
Usually I don’t like to be a show off or anything of that sort, but because I have made up my mind to be a different man, and be a man of the world that is able to live his life the best way possible, so, because it is the first time that I have met you, I would like to introduce myself the proper way and make your acquaintance personally. So, I would like to shake your hand to each one of you, and while I shake your hand, I might say, “How do you do” To Mr Y. or X. and no matter who you are; when we used to introduce yourselves we said; “How do you do!” And then, in order to be polite to each and every one of us, we used to bent low and say again, “How do you do!” and “How do you do!” again. This is how it was done in the good old bygone days, as we all very well know nowadays.
Having said that, now allow me to introduce myself in a modern and simple way.
My full name is, “Francesco Menchise” but everybody here calls me Frank, and Frank sounds good and friendly to me, and it is easy to say; so, just call me Frank and let it be, as it will be easy for you and me.
Now that I have introduced myself in a modern and mannerly way, may I ask you your names please? So that you can also introduce yourself, and then we can be friends; I’d like to shake your hand to each one of you, and while I shake your hands I will say, “I am pleased to meet you!” You may answer me, “I am pleased to meet you too.” Or if you wish you may say, “The pleasure is mine.”
(Here I need to explain the reason of my introduction and why I have done it. I have written this introduction in my writing, in order to give it the importance it deserves in real life. And I believe that it is very important that all children be though and drilled, on how to introduce themselves properly from their parents and teachers. Not only in the way that I have done it above, where it might seem perhaps aggressive: But let the introductions be done in several other ways as it is supposed to be done in real life. So that the children will be ready when a real introduction happens and they will feel secure of themselves. Otherwise they will feel awkward and shy, and they will feel that they have put themselves in a disadvantaged position.)
Now that we have introduced ourselves to each other, and I am so pleased to have met you all; May I be allowed to have a friendly talk with you?
Just to start to talk and say something, I would like to start with a simple everyday talk, which people talk about everyday of their lives, and I would like to tell you how I feel, when I see the way that we behave nowadays, because I believe that we behave in a strange and unreal way. This observation that I have made during my life, I would like to point it out to you to prove my point. But in order to do that I would like to ask you a friendly question; it is a question that anybody would ask you out of politeness, and sometimes this question may take the place of a polite greening. But strange as it may seem, everybody usually gives the same answer to this question or greeting. You may not believe me of course, but here is the proof of what I have just said.
And this question that sound like a greeting would usually be: How are you? Or perhaps: How are you today?
And I am sure that you will all answer me; I am very well, thank you. Or perhaps you’ll say, I am well, or I am fine, or I feel great, or I feel as good as gold thanks very much.
And then just to be polite to me you’ll ask me back. And how are you today? (And then you’ll expect from me very much the same answers that you have given me.) I am very well, thank you. Or I am fine. I am as good as gold thanks, and so on. This seems to me unreal, so I am going to write something later on about how we behave. 
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Sunday, January 27, 2013

More farm life

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More farm life
If one tries to compares the present way of life which we are living now to when I was young, I can assure you that life then was much harder and boring than today. I am saying this to you dear readers because you are living in this new and wonderful era of electronic devices, and you can choose to listen, watch or play with these electronic devices whenever you please; and in doing so you may be able to enjoy yourself, and at the same time if you happen to be in a situation like I was when I was young, you may be able to learn something useful from them, if you put your mind to it.
But can you imagine a world that has no man made electronics? A world with not even a single push button devise that you could amuse yourself with? Then ask yourself, how could one live in a very isolated environment where silence reigns supreme days after days. I suppose all this is hard to believe today, but that’s how my farm-life was like when I was young, and this sort of life I had to endure in my long stay in the farm during my youth.

In the small farms of those days,
In the small family farms of those days there was no electricity, so we had no electrical devices of any sort not even a portable radio to listen to, because those devices had not come out yet on the market, and even if there had been a portable radio on the market we would not be able to afford one anyhow.
So, as I grew up and became a teenager, I started to realize that I was falling behind the rest of the normal town community; I mean here the way of knowing what was happening in the community and in the way of expressing my own self clearly. I wanted so badly to have a radio then, so that at least I could listen to a proper way of speech, and improve myself in that way, but it was not possible. Therefore I was stuck in that lonely world, where one is stuck for good with one’s own company and thoughts day and night.
In the farms there are only a few people staying and working there, and they just go on about doing their duty. So they don’t really care to talk to you if you are much younger than them. So, it is a very lonely place to be in such farms when one is young.
Those people which usually are staying in the farms don’t talk very much, since in their isolation there is nothing much to talk about; so, they are used to be taciturn, and there were days when only a few necessary phrases were exchanged between us; so conversation was very low indeed. This way of life that I was living could only result about not being satisfactory for me at all, because I was very young my needs had to be, that I had to be in a more sociable place in order to learn a more sociable way of life, and in doing so I would have been able to overcome some of my personal shyness. So, this staying in the farm when I was young became later-on a great disadvantage for me, because it only made me grow more isolated, and in the end it made me feel even more isolated from the rest of the world; and in this isolation I had to grow. There were lots of times when I were alone and nobody would be near me to say a single word, and this was happening to me many days. So in my isolation I would start thinking and learning things all by myself in my own way, anything at all that came into my mind, or things that would happen in the farm, and when you are by yourself for a very long time and think by yourself for a great length of time, you don’t need to express your thoughts in words to yourself, therefore anything that you learn may start being stored within your own mind in a different way, you still learn things, perhaps even more accurate than when you learn with words: The only drawback is that when you have to speak out, lots of times you would not know how to start and what to say; not because you don’t know it, since in your mind there is a very clear picture of it; but because you find it hard finding the right words to express yourself. So this is one of the great disadvantages, which I and those youths who were unlucky like me, and which ended up working in their own families’ farms at a very early age. I am sorry to say it, but they had to put up with the hard consequences which followed for the rest of their lives.
I would describe such a farm life thus:
Because in the farms there are not many people to talk to, and nothing of much of importance to talk about, so farmers’ people are usually taciturn; and when you compare this way of life to the towns’ people way of life you could feel at once the difference. Wherever you are in small towns people converse a lot with each other, but in the farms there seems to be a great silence of human voices, not only because there are not many people to talk to, but also because those people that are there are not interested in talking very much, unless what they have to say is necessary, since they are there to do their job and run the farm. So, we who happened to be living in the farms when we were young, we had to keep ourselves to ourselves, and this is how and why we became dull when we grew up.
So, whoever has happened to have lived in the farm as I did would have to become dull, particularly if one was as young as I was and the few people around me were much older than me, because as I said those people in the farms were there just to do their jobs, and therefore they could not and would not care about the young ones’ developing social skills, because it had nothing to do with the running of the farm, and also because they didn’t know any better anyhow.
Nowadays, this way of life that I had to live in the farm when I was young I hate so much, because it made me then a dull person, not only then but for most of my life, and perhaps I am still a dull person now; only because we usually were living isolated lives and we had to keep ourselves to ourselves.
Of my shortcomings I became aware when I had to leave my farming life behind, since I had to start a different way of life somewhere else. And since then, right through my entire life I have tried to catch up with the rest of the community, but it seems to me that I have never been able to catch up completely.
So, this is the reason why even today I hate still that way of life in the farms; it is because such a way of life as I had to live in the farm can only breed dull people; and so was I in the end; but not only I but also those youths which ended up like me had to become dull.
But this is not all because; there were times when we went into town, while we were there we could feel that some of the town’s people would ridicule us for being what we were, and this would hurt us very much as it was not our fault for being what we were, as we were forced to be in this unfair situation.
Dear readers, at this point of time this is where I would like to stop with this post, there will be more farm life stories later on, but now let me break away for the time being, because in my next hub I am breaking away from my farm life, in my post that I would have liked to call, Crying out loud, because that is the way that I feel right now, instead I am going to call my post, ‘Hello my world’.  
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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Farm life in my youth

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My farm life 
Dear readers, here we are still talking about Genzano di Lucania, and in order to give you a better picture of what life was like in the farms of Genzano when I was young, I need also to tell you about the town itself and what was happening at the time when I was young, so, let me talk about the town and the population first:
The town of Genzano di Lucania early in the twentieth century had reached a population of about 7,000 inhabitants, in the forties when I was young the population had grown to about 8,000 and reached 8,389 in 1951 inhabitants, and this is the highest number of people on record that I know of, because in the seventies it had shrunk to only 5,500 inhabitant or there about, because lots of people had to emigrate. The reasons that they had to emigrate will be fully understood, when I explain what happened to the rural community of this town including myself. Today the town of Genzano has 6200 inhabitant or there about.
The town of Genzano has a territory of about 21,000 Hectares of land if I remember right, and about 80% of this land is arable land, and it is used to grow wheat; the rest is reserves or grazing land; so this town owes its wealth to the rural community, because this town is well known to produce lots of very high quality durum wheat, which the mills that make pasta rush to buy it when it’s harvest time.
There are lots of other produce from the farms also, because we used to have mixed farming, but these produce are used locally, and if some of them ore sold out of the town, they are not a great deal to make any difference.
At the time when I was young there were lots of small farms in Genzano, and although the most important and the largest crop that brought in the money was durum wheat, in reality we had to practice mixed farming for our own needs, which I will try to explain presently.
Let me explain how the farms were run then.
As I have already said, when I was young we used to have mixed farming, today mixed farming is practiced to a much less extend, and I will try to explain the reasons why this has happened. But in order to make it clear to you my dear reader, I will have to describe the different way of how the land was used in the old days, and then how it is used nowadays: In the old days to till the soil people used to do it by hand hoeing, or by ploughing the fields with horse power or other strong animals. Therefore there was a need for a lot of people to be fed to work the fields, and there were a lot of animals also to be fed in order to work the fields. So, this need to feed so many mouths required a lot of produce and a variety of produce, therefore mixed farming was the only way to produce all this variety of foods required; In order to achieve this variety of foods requirements and for other reasons, in the old days the sowing fields had to be divided into a three-year-rotation, of course it was also necessary then to rotate the fields in order to keep them producing.
So one year a field would be fallow land and it would be used very little, then the next year it would be sown with durum wheat, and the year after that the same field would be sown with oats or barley, or other light seeds, and the year after that to fallow land. So, in realty there was only one third of the land producing durum wheat each year. When I was young a lot of people used to work in those farms, and it was hard physical work at a certain time of the year, and there was no much money to be made, with the exception of every now and then when we had a good harvest; but when the harvest was lean everybody would suffer, and all one could do was to start all over again for another year, and so, one would be hoping for a better harvest next year.
There were too many years of lean harvest when I was young, some average and only a very few years we had good harvest. But somehow people kept going on, and they were so used to poverty that they seemed to be happy just the same, because they did not know of a better life. But one has to keep in mind that the main harvest is only once a year, and one year is a very long time when there is not enough money to go around.
In order to show you what I mean I will make an example of myself, you see, for all the work which I did in the farm in my youth, I earned almost nothing, but I was able to eat plain wholesome food, and buy a few cheap cloths to keep warm in winter; well it was something but it was not much.
Now let me go back to my own life in the farm, and my experience as a young boy.
At the time when I was young in Genzano every family had a dwelling in town, no matter to which group of people or families one belonged, we all had a home in town even if it was only a room or a few rooms in order to live-in in the town itself. But the farmers’ families not only had a home in town like everybody else, where their women folks elderly people and children lived; but most of the farmers had also a rustic farm building in the fields, where the farmer would keep his animals, and with the help of his workers if he had any would work his fields from there. The farmers’ children specially those that were to become farmers one day would start working in the farm very early in life, or as soon as they would finish their compulsory schooling years; and before the second world war year 5 was the minimum standard of teaching.
Now, some of the youths whose families were better off financially would start to help in the farm only during summer for a year or two, and then as they became older they would start staying in the farm full time the whole year. But I wasn’t that lucky and at the time when I left school, I was only 10 years old and I was going to be 11 years old during that year, when I had to start full time for the whole year in the farm. At that time young boys were only required to attend school up to grade 5, and I had already done so, so I went to help in our family farm full time. Then a few years later the schooling laws changed, and all the youths had to attend school up to grade 8, or be at least 14 years old to leave school. So, I and a few other boys of my same age were the last of the little educated youths of those times. So you should understand that the rest of my education I had to do it all by myself later in life.
Now you can imagine how I felt in the farm; I was perhaps the youngest boy around for miles, and I was of that age when young boys like me would start thinking and also wandering about how best one could find a way into society, because at that age one becomes aware of a lot of new things so to speak.
This new way of living in the farms was very hard especially for me, because, since the great loss of my father, my family according to customs had lived a life withdrawn from society; so, now that we were all over that period of grief that any family can have, I felt that somehow I was a bit more withdrawn that the other boys of the same age. So I needed a break more that everybody else, but it was not to be, because I ended up working in the farm and so I became more isolated that ever.
Therefore, my helping (working) in the family farm when I was young was no good for me socially, since there is nothing to learn socially in the farm except farm things, which in the end they might even put to good use, but only from those persons that would be able to practice farming during their whole life time.
Farming life of those days was so hard and boring, especially for me at that particular time of my life when I was young. So, nowadays when I think about it, it makes me feel so hurt and unhappy and I ask myself why this had to happen to me, and I feel so hurt that I would like to tell you a story beginning with, ‘When I was young’ just to show you how much harder life was then compared with today’s ways of life.
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Breaking away from my farm life

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Breaking away from my farm life
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Anyhow, the unfair life situation that I have been talking about in my last post slowly came to an end, because everything will come to an end soon or later. For me the only time that I had a real break from farming was when I was called to go in the army, which in Italy was/is a compulsory service to the country, which every able young male must serve when one turns twenty-one years old or soon after that. Then when the army released me I migrated to Australia, and I was then in my early twenties.
Now let me go back to my life in the farm and what it did to me and other youths like me. Because as I have already mentioned several times before, it was not the best life for a young man, since the farm life of those times was not what one would prescribe for a young man like me, if one wanted me as a young man to develop properly, so that, later on in life I could be ready to meet the challenge of life when I would be older, in all sorts of communities and not only in farming.
But you see, at the time when all this happened, no one could have ever thought of the forth coming changing world, and of the difficulties that I and some of the other boys that shared the same fate as me would have to face in later life. Just because the way of life happened to change so much and so fast since I was young.
To understand how unfair it was for me and for those youths of my time who ended up in the farms like myself, I have to convey to you the different set up of this town; the way that people separate each other in classes, not because they like to be different to each other, but because they are different, and therefore they think and talk in different ways, so they group themselves with their equal, because they feel more at ease that way: But in reality they are all equal, as all the groups need each other soon or later.
Now as it happens usually everywhere else in the world in small towns, there are two main groups of people in every community: There are those who live directly from the land, which are called the farmers or rural community, and those who work in town in all sorts of jobs, which would be called just town’s people and they include; shop keepers, craftsmen, clerks, teachers,  doctors, priests, policemen, (carabinieri which are Italian policemen), guardians, and every other sort of jobs that one can think of, in order to run a town properly; and then all the rest of the population, like whole families and women and children, so that a town would be self reliant. So, now let me talk about the town of Genzano and its communities.
So, see you soon when I write another chapter of my farm life. 
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Monday, November 26, 2012

Unfair life situation

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Unfair life situation
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Dear readers, this post is a continuation of my first farm life experience, I believe that once you have read my writings, you will understand and agree that it was an unfair life situation, because the way of life that I and the other youths, who happened to live like me in the farms during those times was unfair, it was a way of life that to most of us today may seem archaic, unreal and to say the least unfair, and indeed it was really unfair to myself and to all those youths that ended up in a similar position as myself. But at the time when this happened it didn’t seem that bad to us, because we were so young when we started to work in the farms, therefore we were not aware then of the adverse influence that it could and would brink to us in the future, as we didn’t know then that we were in a disadvantaged situation and even our parents did not see how bad the situation could become to some of us later on, because they could not see how fast life was chancing, and anyhow even if they guessed that things were changing they didn’t know what else to do.
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The unfair situation
Now, this situation that I am talking about was most unfair to us because it affected only us in the farms, but not all the young citizens of this somewhat rich rural town, (Here rich rural town means only Genzano by comparison to other towns which surround it) because they would be living a better life in town. So as it happened then, we a portion of the young citizen of Genzano became caught in a disadvantaged position including myself, and this position would affect us very badly for the rest of our lives; but we didn’t know what else to do, and there was nothing that could be done either. The few exceptions who were not put at a disadvantaged position were those youths which their families were rich land owners, because it would always be an advantage for them to stay in the farms and learn their future trade and then use their farm knowledge in the future.
But for the rest of us young men who were working in small farms like myself, and which had no other opportunities in life but to continue the old tradition of farming, just because this same tradition of farming had been a way of life to the rural community of this agricultural town for centuries before us, and therefore, when I was young it was thought to be the only way to earn a fare and honest living, if you happened to own any land at all, so we had to be trained to be farmers in order to look after our own small farm when we would become older, but this training to us became a great disadvantage, because of the changes that followed.
Nobody could be blamed for putting us youths in such a position, which in the end would result for us in a disadvantaged position: because the very same way of life had served the same community so well for centuries, and they were not disadvantaged at all then. But nowadays because of the enormous change of the modern era, which has brought with it also changes in the value of work that any worker does, and for this reason we became greatly disadvantaged.
And as I have already mentioned above, I reckon and feel that it was really an unfair life situation to my personal self, and this I will continue to describe to you at length and in depth as I keep writing on, since the point that I want to make is to show you how I had to struggle and to suffer while I was living in the farm, and even later on in the future. In fact life for me was going to be much harder than I thought, since that way of life which I had lived in the farm had left me so far backward, because of isolation I even lacked in local general knowledge, and also in communication skills including all those nice things that a person does and says, in order to make that same person attractive to the rest of the community. So, this early disadvantaged way of life has affected me greatly for the rest of my life, and although I have tried to improve myself during my life, I have never been able to catch up with the rest of the world. So that, I feel it within me even now, as if I will never be completely satisfied with myself, because I think that I could have been better off if I had a different and better way of life when I was young to start with.
But since what’s been done is done, and one cannot go back and do it in a different way, I am/was stuck with it. Therefore, I had to put up with my backward way of life; and I had to accept that the only possible way that was left for me to earn a living for the rest of my life, had to be that I had to do hard physical work.
Now at the time when all this was happening, to the young people which used to live in this town’s farms, it all seemed normal to them, because even their forbears they all had lived this same way for centuries before us.
Also my forbears used to live in this town that I was born, and in which I had to live my youth just like them. But, most of my youth and I mean the most important years of my young life, at the time when a youth would like to try to find out the meanings of life, which would help him to learn how to deal with his life in the future, all those years were spent to live in our family farm and not in the town itself, and this did put me in a disadvantaged position from the very start, as I have already mentioned before, I ended up in an unfair life situation.
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Unfair life situation
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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Was this my life destiny

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Was this my life destiny?
  
Dear readers, in my last post I was talking about our destiny, so I wonder if we really have our own destiny, because I believe that we might have a sort of destiny, so let me tell you about my life or my destiny, I have written a few other things, but now let me go back to tell my story wondering about my own destiny, and why I had to live a hard life. 
Therefore now I am going back to my life story, starting from the time when I had to live school and go to help in the farm, I was about eleven years old when I went to work in the farm; today you may find that at that age one is just too young to work, but in those times that was the way that most people accepted as being normal. I know that it was unfortunate for me just because I and a few other young men were going to be the last of this old way of life, so to speak. 
So, let me tell you about my life.
My dear readers this is my life story, so I can tell the story of my life as many times as I want and the way I want to tell it, just because it is my own life story; some people may think that I might have copied my life story from somewhere else, but I can assure you that I have not and if it resembles somebody else story it is just a coincidence. You see, I am not copying it from anywhere or from anybody, because it is just my life story, and if it happens to be similar to another one of my life story, or to somebody else life story; does it really matter? You see I have only one life to live and if I want to be true to myself and the rest of the world I have to tell it just the way it is, so there is no ways that similarities can be completely avoided. So, let me start telling you, my farm life experience as I lived it. 
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MY FARM LIFE EXPERIENCE, 1
I would have liked to go straight to the point, and tell you all about my own personal life experience in the farm, which is the most important experience during my young life, and which I ought to tell you; since it is my first experience in the real world, and therefore the most important one, since it has affected me for the rest of my life adversely, because I was placed in a disadvantaged position. At the same time I cannot help to wonder how today people would like to find themselves in such a disadvantaged position as I was. So, I ask myself would they have enough positive thinking to overcome the hard life that is thrown at them, or would they just protest as it is usually done these days; I wonder what they would do. I know that life means to us whatever we want life to mean to us. I believe that we need to be positive during our life that is what we have to do. My own life is a very good example, as you can see, just because I have been positive during my life, today in my old age I am even able to write hubs in Hub pages in a language that is not my mother tongue, I hope you see what I mean?
Now that I have explained the position that I am in today, which is a sharp contrast to the ways I have been living when I was young, I believe that I have to describe to you first of all what the farms were like in those days, and how the farmers used to run them in a traditional manner at the time when I was young. And I want also to point out to you that, the farmers and their workers were then and are still nowadays the most important contributors of the welfare of this rural town of Genzano di Lucania.
Life can be very hard sometime
Today I always wonder when I see young people struggling, while they are really living in the middle of plenty, but I suppose they do not see it that way, so they want you to believe that they are living a hard life. Therefore then, I cast my mind back to the times when I was young and I wonder what is wrong with the youths today, why they do not see all the good things around them.
Having said that now let me tell you why life was harder when I was young, especially for those youths that like myself ended in a disadvantaged position when we were very young: not only we were in a disadvantaged position and working just to earn a living, but we were not appreciated from the rest of the community, only because we were not as good as the rest of the community in our communication skills, owing to the fact that we were living an isolated life in the farm, where communication skills are not taught and we didn’t ware flashy garments to show off, when we went to town and met the young town people, who seemed so clever well dressed and they knew everything that there was to know.
The reason that I have told you this is that, it explains better how I felt then and how I feel even now about my life in the farm in those days, and I hope that there is no misunderstanding that this was a hard and boring life, because I want to point out that my life experience in the farm has a very clear meaning to anybody that happens to read my life story.
But there is another side of this story, because what I have just said makes me reflect about what the elders of my time were telling me, which was in effect that life was much harder when they were young; this makes me think and ask myself: is this the ways that life looks like when we get old? Or it is indeed that the way of life is changing for the better; I will let you my dear readers decide for yourself, when you read my next few hubs, where I will continue to talk about my farm life experience. 
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Genzano it story
Was this my life destiny? 
IS TO BE CONTINUED; 
Next time with another chapter of my life story. 
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