Nonno Anni and Grandpa Bob would’ve both turned 100 this month. I’m forever grateful to have had these two men in my life. They were there for all my significant life events, birthdays, graduations, wedding day, and, more especially, there for so much of my ‘everyday’ life as I spent many weekends and every school holidays with each of them for decades. I know I’m so, so fortunate to have been given their unconditional love, gentle guidance, care and wisdoms. They could both be very tough men at times and I received nothing but respect and love from them. I still think of them a lot and at challenging and uncertain times I think back to their ways and what they might do or advise. I’ll be writing more about each of them as they both remain an inspiration to me ❤️ – for now, I think what I wrote on page 112 of Joe’s Fruit Shop and Milk Bar, pretty well sums them up…
“My grandfathers were both born in October 1923, three days apart, on opposite sides of the world. While Annibale grew up in the snowy mountains of Fossa, Bob mostly lived near the beach at Manly, Sydney. Annibale was dark-eyed and haired, olive skinned – Bob, a contrast of fairness, with blue eyes and sandy hair. They were tall, about the same height, physically fit and strong. They worked hard in numerous jobs as young men before each establishing their own businesses with the assistance of their wives, and achieving success.
Throughout their lives, Bob liked watching cricket and football; Annibale rarely watched sport of any kind. Bob favoured meat and potatoes, Annibale, meat and pasta. Neither cared much for salad, nor were they churchgoers. They valued family, living an honest life. Both were quick to step in to defend or help a stranger, especially the underdog. Their mother countries, to whom they were each patriotic, were on opposite sides during the war. They could so easily have chosen to shun each other, cite their differences rather than their similarities. But they didn’t, for the sake of two little girls, their shared granddaughters.
Perhaps most of us are more alike than we sometimes realise.”
Zoë Boccabella 