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Tue Dec 4 09:37:08 EST 2007
On Dec 3, 2007 7:32 PM, Gianfranco Irlanda <gianfrancoirlanda at yahoo.com> wrote:
> Hi my friends,
> I know I'm mostly lurking lately but I'm used to share my
> feelings with you, too bad this time are sad news.
> My mother Carmelina passed away this evening. She was 80 and had
> several health problems, none of them particularly bad, but in
> the end was the heart that failed, almost all of a sudden.
> I have almost no picture of her of the last ten years, she was
> quite shy, and angry of not being young anymore... I just want
> to share a memory and this 1998 picture I took of her with my
> father and our first cat, Matisse, in one of our last moment of
> true happiness together:
> The memory I'd like to share is a moment of her youth, something
> she used to tell us (sometimes too often, when I and my brother
> were kids...) and to us was like a fairy tale.
> Immediatley after the WWII (or during its last months), in
> Naples there were good bands and orchestras following the
> Allies. My mother was young and attractive, and at a ball a US
> officer invited her to dance. When they started dancing all the
> others stopped and stood apart. They were dancing alone in the
> ballroom. At the end of the dance, the officer told her
> something like: "You look like Barbara Stanwyck..."
> She did understand what she heard but was too shy and almost
> fled away. Another officer came close and told her, in Italian I
> guess: "Do you know, miss? You danced with the most famous
> American dancer!"
> Who this famous dancer was was a recurring matter of debate
> among us when a musical of the Fifties was on TV...
> PS: in her teens and twenties she did look like Barbara Stanwyck
Such a beautiful story, such a beautiful lady. Thank you for sharing
this story, that's obviously so important to you, so much a part of
who you are. It brought a tear to my eye (literally).
My condolences, Gianfranco. We're all with you in this difficult time.
"Sharpness is a bourgeois concept." -Henri Cartier-Bresson
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