My aunt left Italy at the beginning of 1950 at the age of twenty-three. She got married by proxy to my uncle who was already in Argentina, then joined him. They lived in Córdoba with their two sons. She went back to Italy only twice: in 1980 and in 1995. I first saw my cousins when they were in their late forties.
You can imagine my emotion when I arrived in Córdoba. I barely recognised my auntie — here called «Nona» ((From the Italian word «nonna», grandmother. This is the usual nickname for any Italian-origin elder)) — but I immediately felt the family feeling!
The first thing I did was digging in the old photos of my auntie: I’ve found a few treasures — like the ones shown here — but not as much as I was hoping. I spent hours with her, asking questions about my father’s family, to me still practically unknown, but most of the times the answer was
Non mi ricordo, son passati tanti anni((I don’t remember, it was many years ago)). Anyway, something I could get, but I don’t know if I’ll be posting here — we’re talking about family business, after all!
The second thing I discovered is that my cousin is a great cook! :-) He really spoiled me, I had asado almost every day, I had dinner with fish that he fished the same day and so on. The hospitality was overwhelming and everybody was genuinely happy to meet me.
I am now ((OK, that was a few days days ago, but it took me a few days to upload the photos of Córdoba. The Rosario article is coming soon …)) packing for the Rosario meeting where I’ll meet a few old friends from La Plata.
farsi coccolare dalla famiglia fa bene, a stomaco pieno poi è ancora meglio…;-)..e poi viva le nonne donne, dopo foto, foto e foto di sole donne! ciao torseon..