By Margo, on August 17th, 2009%
I practiced as a massage therapist in Italy for about seven years. I came to Signor Ludovic via a local parish priest, Don Rafaele. My husband and I would occasionally go to the little Italian church for Mass and Don Rafaele told the story of Signor Ludovic to illustrate the gospel story in his sermon one Sunday.
Signor Ludovic was a Local farmer, a man of the earth with no formal education. He had worked the land all his life and raised eight children. Suddenly, at age seventy, he suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed and confined . . . → Read More: Vignettes: Signor Ludovic’s Story
By Margo, on July 29th, 2009%
My first visit to Naples, Italy took place in the summer of 1982, with consequent visits at Christmas in the same year and then at Easter of 1983. I eventually travelled to live in Naples on 1 July 1983. However, I had already “visited” Naples through a book that I read in early 1981. The title of the book was Children of the Sun – The Slum Dwellers of Naples, and it was written by Morris West.
I was taking a year-long night school class at the time and was looking for an end-of-year project to present as . . . → Read More: Poetry: The Urchin From Naples
By Margo, on July 28th, 2009%
Since posting the poem “Island Voices” about a week ago, and “Full Moon Rise” yesterday, my Italian soul has been clamoring for attention. So I think I’m going to have to open up a new topic under the label “Italy”. So much of my life experience has been savored in that country, and so much of my soul resides there even when I live elsewhere, that it seems the right thing to do.
Some may wonder if I feel somewhat fragmented because of my ongoing attachment to Italy, but for me it is not so. Italy has been . . . → Read More: My Italian Roots
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