{"id":12439,"date":"2016-09-05T17:06:29","date_gmt":"2016-09-05T15:06:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=12439"},"modified":"2016-09-05T17:06:29","modified_gmt":"2016-09-05T15:06:29","slug":"my-mother-meets-a-famous-italian-tenor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/my-mother-meets-a-famous-italian-tenor\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mother Meets A Famous Italian Tenor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><span style=\"color: #3366ff\"><span lang=\"en-GB\">Often, whilst working at the <strong>telaio<\/strong> (loom, see this <span style=\"color: #000080\"><strong><a style=\"color: #000080\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/the-weaver\/\" target=\"_blank\">post<\/a><\/strong><\/span>), I find myself daydreaming. And so it was that, weaving and dreaming, a memory came back to me, a story from my mother&#8217;s <\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\">childhood<\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\"> that she used to tell us when we were kids. <\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\">This<\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\"> story would bring tears to my<\/span> <span lang=\"en-GB\"> eyes every<\/span> <span lang=\"en-GB\">time I heard it. Here it is<\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\">, in my mother&#8217;s own words<\/span><span lang=\"en-GB\">.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_12447\" style=\"width: 810px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone post-item__attachment\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/sea-sky-001.jpg\" aria-label=\"Sea Sky 001\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-12447\" class=\"wp-image-12447 size-full\"  alt=\"sea sky-001\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/sea-sky-001.jpg\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/sea-sky-001.jpg 800w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/sea-sky-001-350x233.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/sea-sky-001-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-12447\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em><span style=\"color: #666699\">&#8220;Cielo e Mar&#8221; Photo CC by <span style=\"color: #000080\"><a style=\"color: #000080\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/pancakeplan\/5925597905\/in\/photolist-a2CeP8-ppvJNe-a4qjek-5qUTaF-9t1f66-quzyqE-a58XyM-9Brrqz-p5m16B-pAMQo4-x5VqXc-f67gJT-qcdn38-isLC1T-e9qk4P-a2CeF4-pyPDDy-9BrsKk-hTCQ7j-cXcFkf-8Mf2oM-JhZqWx-b1tmuV-aHWd7i-qyyaXS-GRVSss-eVwvoD-8n8kn4-8gmDiJ-pozmpS-4E1bvw-c653zo-i1hBke-bRH4ti-9kWrKd-aWAJHM-oGfWEh-8NB82B-gUhdSn-qy2RFM-oKpomk-aDSsE4-djhX68-qm16JU-pQLToQ-9sie8b-cYfALE-945mMv-dNFgEp-sim3uz\" target=\"_blank\">nachans<\/a><\/span>.<\/span><\/em><\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><b>Era l&#8217;estate del &#8217;41 o &#8217;42, durante la guerra. La mamma e il babbo erano <span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/my-grandmothers-war-diary\/\" target=\"_blank\">in Africa<\/a><\/span>, la nonnina era morta e noi quattro sorelle eravamo in collegio a Pesaro. Siccome non avevamo parenti vicini che ci potessero ospitare, durante le vacanze scolastiche restavamo dalle suore.<\/b><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-GB\" style=\"text-align: justify\">It was the summer of 1941 or 1942, during the war. My mum and my dad were <span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong><a style=\"color: #0000ff\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/my-grandmothers-war-diary\/\" target=\"_blank\">in Africa<\/a><\/strong><\/span>, grandma was dead, and we four sisters were at a boarding school in Pesaro. During the school holidays, as we didn&#8217;t have any relatives nearby who could put us up, we used to stay with the nuns.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><b>In estate, quando il collegio era normalmente vuoto, le suore ospitavano delle ragazze cieche per fare le vacanze marine. Io avevo fatto amicizia con alcune di loro, e le suore mi avevano dato il permesso di portarle fuori a fare una passeggiata.<\/b><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-GB\" style=\"text-align: justify\">In the summer, when the boarding school was normally empty, the nuns used to have some blind girls staying with them for a holiday by the sea. I had made friends with some of them, and the nuns had given me permission to take them out for a stroll.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><b>Un giorno portai tre o quattro di queste ragazze a passeggiare sulla spiaggia. Era il tramonto, e io stavo facendo toccare loro delle conchiglie mentre gliele descrivevo, quando vidi un gruppetto di persone venire verso di noi. Davanti a loro c&#8217;era un signore di una certa et\u00e0, ben vestito e dall&#8217;aria importante, a braccetto di una signora.<\/b><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-GB\" style=\"text-align: justify\">One day I took three or four of these girls for a walk along the beach. It was sunset, and I was getting them to touch some seashells as I described them, when I saw a small group of people coming towards us. At the front was a middle aged gentleman, well dressed and important-looking, with a lady on his arm.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_12448\" style=\"width: 810px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone post-item__attachment\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001.jpg\" aria-label=\"Seashells 001\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-12448\" class=\"wp-image-12448 size-full\"  alt=\" Photo CC by labete.\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001.jpg\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001.jpg 800w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001-350x233.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-12448\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em><span style=\"color: #666699\"> &#8220;Conchiglie&#8221; Photo CC by <span style=\"color: #000080\"><a style=\"color: #000080\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/labete\/17404608411\/in\/photolist-svZaHn-jBcFGW-s46dFn-s46cyT-s5XVfK-7Mgoq2-9XahYq-4DJUpj-fQkF7g-dJRnwG-5ufpda-ocwiDD-46riV-fm3ekr-7pJv8E-cbTfsY-384HNT-4hWEDk-fZRLXY-2KmDbw-DNQn2-hY9rt-fushgn-pphQ1-53XBfT-qHGygR-5LJAi2-4i1Grh-awKiSi-2ief3-9og43S-ffvg5y-HY4kw-AB44B-8FUUqU-rbiEnk-2kosSq-9AasNC-awKiVe-oG2PNe-4FT2n4-HgdSu-7Rg9hy-4Zv3L-cs4T4s-jRCTEX-zHGKk-cjh34L-iKJ63-bUL3b1\" target=\"_blank\">labete<\/a><\/span>.<\/span><\/em><\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><b>Avvicinatosi, il signore mi chiese chi fossi e cosa stessi facendo, cos\u00ec gli raccontai la mia storia, dei miei genitori lontani, e gli spiegai che cercavo di descrivere alle cieche la spiaggia, il mare, le conchiglie. Il signore si present\u00f2: era <span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Beniamino_Gigli\" target=\"_blank\">Beniamino Gigli<\/a><\/span>, il famoso tenore, insieme ad alcuni suoi colleghi!<\/b><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-GB\" style=\"text-align: justify\">Coming closer to us, the gentleman asked me who I was and what I was doing, so I told him my story, about my parents who were far away, and explained that I was trying to describe the beach, the sea, and the shells to the blind girls. The gentleman introduced himself: he was <span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong><a style=\"color: #0000ff\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Beniamino_Gigli\" target=\"_blank\">Beniamino Gigli<\/a><\/strong><\/span>, the famous tenor, together with some of his colleagues!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><b>Commosso dalla mia storia, Beniamino Gigli per ringraziarmi si mise a cantare. Le ragazze cieche applaudirono tutte felici e chiesero il bis. Gigli cant\u00f2 un altro paio di arie, e poi fece un duetto con la soprano, ma purtroppo ora non mi ricordo pi\u00f9 i nomi delle canzoni. L&#8217;unica che mi ricordo con sicurezza \u00e8 &#8216;Cielo e Mar&#8217;.<\/b><\/p>\n<p lang=\"en-GB\" style=\"text-align: justify\">Moved by my story, Beniamino Gigli began singing to thank me. The blind girls applauded happily and demanded an encore. Gigli sung another couple of arias, and then he did a duet with the soprano, but unfortunately I can&#8217;t remember the names of the songs anymore. The only one I can remember for sure is &#8216;<strong>Cielo e Mar<\/strong>&#8216;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<img width=\"350\" height=\"233\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001-350x233.jpg\" class=\"attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image tmp-hide-img\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001-350x233.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2016\/09\/seashells-001.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><p>Often, whilst working at the telaio (loom, see this post), I find myself daydreaming. And so it was that, weaving and dreaming, a memory came back to me, a story from my mother&#8217;s childhood that she used to tell us when we were kids. 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