To Grandfather’s House in Italy!

Just because places like the grandfather’s house should always exist.

How our kids loved going over the river and through the woods to their Grandfather’s house in Italy! “It’s just like Heidi’s house!” they would enthuse. And it was, only not quite as isolated. And here (below), in fact, is the bridge we went over! It really is in a beautiful wooded area! 

Mario’s humble birth home, in the Campania region, had few amenities.

But sitting there in its backward village, it made an enchanting holiday spot for our children! Freely they could roam the entire countryside. Splash in the fountains and gather specimens of nature. Or visit their Nonno at the coffee bar where he played cards. Anticipating the ice cream cones he was sure to buy. And once in a while, catch a ride on a farmer’s donkey!

Such was a visit to Grandfather’s house! A different time. Simple days, with slow ways.

Simple pleasures and full lives — even without internet, shopping malls, and cell phones! Or perhaps… because of their lack! We made our own fun. Time spent with friends and neighbors. Time for watching ants crawl and birds fly. Time to smell the roses, take leisurely strolls, and relax without the stress of deadlines and schedules.

But even in the days of our first visits (in 1989) donkeys like this one were sadly already disappearing.

And so was the agriculture life that had really made Italy, well, Italy! A quality of life, being lost in Europe as a whole, as the cultures become more global (and monotonous). And in many ways, poorer.

But perhaps the financial crisis in the western world today will call us back to our roots. And teach us to reclaim many riches we’ve laid aside! I hope so, because I think places like our Grandfather’s House in Italy should always exist!

Did you have a special place, like the grandfather’s house, in your childhood? What made it special to you?

[Images our own.]


  1. Four different homes of my childhood conjure up sweet Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year memories, those of my grandparents and two aunts (and uncles). My grandmother’s sister had eight children; the next generation included twenty-five children. When we all got together (close to 50), you can imagine the noise and laughter–and fabulous food!


    1. Aren’t those memories great Nancy?!! I also have similar memories of going to my grandparent’s home. It was a big clan and we were a lot of people making great times. So glad you have such great times to cherish!!


  2. My Aunt’s home was always very special. Family reunions, time shared with cousins and learning about farm life were just a few of the wonderful blessings of her home.


    1. That’s a sweet memory Mimi! It’s so good that we have these special blessings to look back on. Mine would be my grandparents’ home, and that of 2 maiden aunts. Like you said, family ruiunions, cousins, good times, good memories! My 2 unmarried aunts, younger sibling of my mom, lived together, and often had me over to spend the night. What fun staying up late to play games, or watch movies, and eat popcorn! So I’m glad my kids have their grandfather’s home to look back on!

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