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Welcome to our blog, Menfranco general blog
and this post, breaking away from my farm life
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This is just a photo of some soldiers in the army, I have been in the army to serve my country as required when I was young.
Breaking away from my farm life
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my harsh
destiny, so, let us continue from where we left.
For about twelve
years I lived this farm life; so, 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. I was young
and not afraid to do hard work, since I had learned in the farm that we needed
to work hard to earn our living.
But let me say just
a few words about this service in the Italian army of those times, being in the
compulsory Italian army is a hard life for anybody, for a start you are not
paid or you are paid so little that you believe that you are not paid at all;
and then everybody laments about everything especially about the discipline, as
for myself I did not find it very hard like some complain it is, but at the
same time it was, because you do what you are told to do, at the same time you
learn something new because you are exposed to a different way of living. But
the hardest part of it all is that the compulsory army of those times, they
didn’t pay us, we only got free food free clothes and just enough money to by
some cigarettes if one was a smoker. Anyhow it is good to be in the army and
learn a new way of life, it makes you feel better when that is over and done
with; some of the old people think that after you have been in the army, you
have really become a man of the world, because of that extra experience that
you learn in the army.
But, let me go back
to tell you about my life in the farm and what it did to me. Because as I have
already mentioned before, 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
my potential properly, so that, I could be ready to meet the challenge of life
when I would be older, in all sorts of communities not just farming a small
farm.
But you see, as we
have already mentioned, at the time when all this happened to me, 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, when we were young.
Now, in order 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 of Genzano; 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 somehow all equal, as all the groups need each other soon or
later.
There are reasons
to believe that this way of life would usually happen everywhere else in the
world in small towns, where there are two main groups of people in every
community: There are those who live directly from the land, which are called the
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, doctors, vets,
craftsmen, clerks, schools and school teachers, 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.
Anyhow at a certain
stage of my life I started to become aware that I had to break away from this
type of farm living, because a lot of things were changing and we didn’t earn
enough from the small farm that we had, so it was time for us young that would
have been farmers to change also, but let me say a bit more about my farm life
views and the town I have come from, so that it would be better for my readers
to understand what was going on at those times, in the fifties and there about.
After all, those old times will not come back anymore, and it would be good to
have at least a sort of record written here, in order to remember how those
times were.
So in my next
article, let me continue to talk about my farm life views, followed by several
other articles about my farm life, and then talk about the town of Genzano and
its communities, to explain better how those times were, in the fifties and
earlier; not only because I want to tell you my life story, but also because a
sort of record is being written and kept, in these internet articles that could
be available to the public for a long time in the future.
Now let me explain
here, my farm life views, is going to be postponed, because there are a few
things that I would like to write about and they are happening now, so, I will
be writing a few posts about these issues and then we will go back to tell you
my life story.
So, see you in our
next post, Obama problems-my views.
See you soon.
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Menfranco general blog
Breaking away from my farm life
IS TO BE CONTINUED
Next time with, Obama problems my view
Menfranco general blog
Breaking away from my farm life
IS TO BE CONTINUED
Next time with, Obama problems my view
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