Thursday, May 10, 2012

The town that I have come from

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THE TOWN I CAME FROM.
Genzano di Lucania is the town that I came from
My dear readers, allow me to describe to you the town where I was born, lived when I was young and later on I had to leave, so that I could come to Australia: I would like to talk about this town so that you could understand the ways that we used to live in this town, at the time when I was young; after all we want also compare the ways of living of those time with today’s ways of living: I would like to do that you may perceive and feel the story in the same way and depth as I have perceived and felt it, while I was living my young life at that place and at that particular time. As I was saying the town that I am talking about here is the town where I was born and lived my youth before I came to Australia, its name is Genzano di Lucania.
Genzano di Lucania, Genzano is the town I came from, Genzano di Lucania history,

Therefore let me go back to the time when I was young, so that I could describe to you the town and their costumes, so that, you may be able to understand the ways that these people have lived their lives for centuries; And therefore the reason why they were living the way they were living at the time when I was young. Now because I was born there I was caught in their own ways of living, which left a lot to be desired for, if one compares it to the ways that we live our lives in Australia nowadays, and also the rest of the western world.

The town where I came from happens to be situated in Southern Italy; its name is ‘Genzano’ but its full name is ‘Genzano Di Lucania’, only to distinguish it from ‘Genzano di Roma’. But when we talk about this town, we just talk about Genzano, and this causes a curious fact of life here in Australia, because to most people living in Australia the name of ‘Genzano’ sounds very much like ‘Cinzano’ which is a famous wine brand. So they start asking questions whether this town is the town where such a good wine originated. But unfortunately ‘Genzano’ the town which I have come from has got nothing to do with that famous wine brand. Although we had and still have some good vineyards in the town territory, and they make good wines, and here I have to add that also my family owned some vineyards at the time when I was young, from which we used to make good wines too. The wine that our family made from our vineyards was mainly for our own family use, but usually it was more than our family could use, so we would sell the extra wine locally.

But talking about wines and wine making, it makes me think of something very unusual and scenic in this town, which people from outside town and not familiar with this sort of set up would be amazed to see.

Now, if I were to say that the people of Genzano make their wines inside cellars, which are large caves, dug in the walls of a chasm, it would certainly leave too much to your imagination, and you may be forgiven to imagine that there are cavemen too living in these caves. And indeed there were some sort of cavemen in earlier times, and some of them used to live in these caves, but they were not real cavemen, as they were just people who later on became the first inhabitants of Genzano town, but I am sure that some of them used to live in these caves in ancient times.

So now let me go back one more step in time; to those ancient times when people used to live in the caves, before they built the town of Genzano: And here my dear readers I would like to describe in general terms, if you don’t mind me telling you the ancient nature of these caves, the terrain where they stand, and perhaps take an educated guess why these caves were made there in the first place, who made them and why they have been made there.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Today living compared to old times

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Today living compared to old times
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Today’s living is very different to the times when I was young, because if you compare today’s living to those times it is completely different, even in the farms it is different and we are lucky for this reason, because it is much better than it was then.
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I suppose that what I have been saying above in my last post seems already out of time, as if it is in another Era or hundreds of years old, but it is not, because it all happened during my life, so how are today people going to compare my story to today’s living is hard to say?
Wherever you go today there are, mobile phones, televisions, radios and other electronic devices that make life a lot easier than it was when I was young; also there is less hard physical work to do since there are a lot of machines that can do this work.
But in this post since we would like to compare the ways of life of this old man, let us start to compare the ways of life that I have lived in my family farm in southern Italy when I was young and compare it to today’s way of living, so, let me just describe to you a few things about what was like in the farm of those days in general.
When I was young, life in the family farm of those days was very quiet and boring; can you just imagine a very young man of about eleven living in the farm and looking after the farm animals in the farm? In the farms of those days there were not enough people around that you could talk to, so you would hear only a few phrase from an elder telling you what to do. There was to electricity no radio no mobile phone to hear human voices; therefore, there was a void of human voices and it was very dull. A whole day in the farm could be spent doing what you were supposed to do and hearing a few phrases from your elder, whichever that elder person happened to be.
Therefore, whoever young man ended up like me in such a position would have to become dull to say the least, as there was no way of learning how to talk to other people in a normal way; if one would compare the life in the farm with the life in the town of those days, the young men in town were bright and happy, whereas the youths in the farm were shy taciturn and unhappy. It was not
their fault if they were dull, it was the way of life that they were forced to live, just because their families could not afford to keep them in town doing nothing, so, they had to go to live in the farm, in order to earn a living for themselves, which sometimes was no much more than just eating free and a few clothes to wear for oneself.
As it happened, I was one of those boys that ended up to work in the farm and became just as dull as anybody else would become in such a position. Therefore, you could imagine how I felt when I had to leave the farm life to start living somewhere else with no training at all, not even any communication skills. But anyhow I have survived, so, it is always possible to improve if one tries hard enough.
Today life is very different from those days, so, I guess that even in those small farms like the one we had is different, at list nowadays people in the farms go up and down to town with their cars, they have a wireless radio or a mobile phone, they can keep in touch with other people and do not fall behind completely in communication skills, they are not completely isolated, as we were then. So, there is a big improvement. But here I wonder whether today generation appreciate it, because they still seem to get in trouble somehow; they have not seen the hard life of those days, therefore, they could not see life the way I have seen it.
Almost anywhere in the world nowadays life is different, but are they any better off, I do not know? Young people nowadays may still have the same problem that I had in life, even if they have had a better chance to live a better life and have been able to go to schools and even university.
Looking at the ways of life that we live these days, why we do not seem happier now, since we have so much more to enjoy, I do not know? People seem more violent for no reason at all, is this a sign of modern time and it will pass soon and nobody will ever think about it in the future.
It seems to me, that life always seems to bring different problems to different generations. Nowadays we hear in the news that some youths have bashed somebody for no reason at all, so it makes me wonder; what is wrong with them, because when I was young, if there was any violent act there was a reason behind that act. So, I would like to ask you this question:
What do you think? Are we going to be able to put a stop to those violet acts one day that seem to happen for no good reason at all?
Is there anyone that knows the answer to these questions? If there is anyone let us hear them?
Now that I have written about my personal comparison of life of those days, let us move on and let me talk about the town which I have come from, in my next post. See you soon.

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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Childhood problems

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Childhood problems;
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My dear readers, I know that what I am writing may sound very much that I am telling you all my problem, and therefore it is a boring story for you, but that is all part of life, in fact life sometimes is very boring and we cannot do anything at all, accept that we have to put up with it. Anyhow, now let me go back in time and talk about my early childhood; 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.
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 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. This is how my own mother has explained to me my coughing condition.
Another health 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 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 that, all these hardships and poor health that I have suffered when I was young; they are all due to the greatest drawback of my life, which happened when I was about five years old. Because then Fate struck a heavy blowto 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.
Therefore this tragedy left us with no father and with great financial loss. With the death of my father from this most dreadful misfortune, therefore, all the good chances that I could have had in my younger life were taken away from me, and all the dreams that my 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.
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.
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 uneducated and lived a lonely and boring life, but they were happy just the same.
Therefore, 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.
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 were 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.
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.
One day I suppose I will also be writing a blog about my coming to Australia, but that is in the future, since I believe that I have said enough in this blog. See you soon.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Life story drawbacks

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So, I have decided to tell you my own life story and my drawbacks, which one can call laments for want a better word to describe my feelings. I am writing my story so that while I am writing it I may remember what I have been through, you see, while I am writing my life story now I am in my late fifties, and therefore I am in the later part of my life span. I know that am old enough and therefore experienced, but I still have felt so inadequate and frustrated lately, for not being able to reach out and make happen, what I wanted so desperately to happen. And this is one of the reasons, or perhaps the most important reason, why I have started to write my own life story here. Although I have felt so many other times before that feeling of being inadequate during my life, which I believe it has been all because; I have been unlucky as was put in a disadvantaged position when I was young, and for that reason I was not able to learn and better myself to a satisfactory standard, which otherwise I would have been able to achieve if I had the chance, so, these are my life story and laments.
For those lost chances I can’t blame anybody, and I can’t even blame my mother for putting me in such disadvantaged position, because she was forced from disastrous and tragic events beyond her control. So I have come to the conclusion that I can only blame Fate, because it struck a terrible blow to our family when I was very young.
Therefore I believe that if in my younger years I had been in a position to go to school at least for a few more years, or perhaps as long as my capacity to learn was used to the maximum; then I could have learned whatever they teach at school, and at the same time as I would have been in a social environment, and so, I would have been able to improve my social and communication skills while I were at school, those skills which are so important to communicate with the rest of the community nowadays.
Therefore, if I had acquired those social skills, I would have been accepted socially easily, and I would have felt happier with myself, instead of feeling left out from the main stream, concerned and isolated.
You see; if I would have had a chance to go to school longer, then I would have learned more when I was young, and from this extra education I could have been more successful later on in my life, because I could have used my acquired knowledge, and those social skills which I never had the chance to learn then. And therefore, I could have ripped more and better rewards from within this society that we are living in nowadays, which seems to me that it is more and more demanding in this social respect.
Therefore this is my life story and laments that I am lamenting today, I am lamenting it because those social skills that I have been talking about must be learned when one is young, so that they may and will become part of oneself.
As I have said already, I have come to blame my fate for most of my short comings and pains. Because I believe that when I was born, I was born with a good chance to live a better life; but it was not to be. So now if you happen to read my life story, you may very well ask. Why is it that I am telling you only sad stories? Is it possible that in my whole life, I had so many sad happenings and not any happy ones?
Well I should say here that I have had a few happy happenings, but if I had to tell you about my happy happenings they would be so few and very boring indeed, and nobody could or would be interested to hear them anyhow.
So, I would like to talk now most of all, about those happenings that have affected my life in a way, one could say that they have made me struggle during my life.
You my reader may think that it is meaningless to write down all this useless stuff, as nobody might be willing to read it or get any benefit from it: But I am thinking that if my writings survive in a hidden corner just for a generation or two, and even if my writings are written poorly, as my English written skills are not the best at the present time. But when sometime will be past, then whoever would be reading my writings will find them more interesting, because life was so different in the old days that I lived, as I have started to live my life long before the great changes of nowadays.
And if what I am writing is going to be useless anyhow, I will do it just for practice, so that I would be able to improve my English language and also my writing skills. So that I could feel more confident within my own self, and therefore I would not feel to be in such a hopeless and desperate position; like that time when something happened to me at a certain stage of my life, but at that time I was not able to cope with it properly, and because I wasn’t able to cope that matter in my case became also very painful, because of what I wanted to reach and do but I wasn’t able to, here I am talking about a matter that was and indeed is a very delicate matter of personal nature.
But about my helpless and desperate feelings, I will write about them later on including what was it that caused me so much distress; But this distress has also made me come to a decision, which is that I have to improve myself in my lacking skills. So, now although I am getting old, I will try very hard if I can improve myself, so that, my improvements may still help me in my later years to reach where I have failed now.
Therefore by writing my story, I will also help myself to improve my English and my communication skills, which after all they are the art of being able to write or to say, the right words at the right time with the right meanings; since saying meaningful and skilful phrases is just like when one writes them down.
So please, allow me to write a few things that I have gone through during my own life. I would like to write them; so that I could show you how hard life can sometimes be, since this applies particularly to me; because during my life so many things have changed since I was a child. Of course things will still keep changing nowadays and in the future, and very likely even faster than before, but now because we know of the coming changes we are able to accept them more easily than before, and therefore they will not seem that bad to us anyhow, because at least we believe that we know where we are going. This is the first part of my life story and laments. I believe that I have said enough in this post, so, see you in my next post where I am going to tell you about the very beginning of my life and my childhood problems; see you soon.

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