For ninety years these photographs have been in this frame. It hung for decades on a farmhouse wall. Parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins… my Bisnonna Cesca lovingly placing their photos all together after she got to Australia in 1934, while they remained in Italy, or went to America, Canada or other parts of Australia.
Given their stone houses had sat close in Italy, it must’ve felt so different for Cesca and Mico with their three children to be in an Australian timber house ‘on stumps’ amid orchards five miles from town. Loved ones once a short walk away in Italy, now in photographs, their conversations solely through letters.
As I seek out more about older family from my Calabria side, their surname meanings give little hints of lives once lived… Zappone – ‘worked the land’, Carrozza – ‘carriage driver’, Rizzitano – ‘curly haired’ (wish I’d inherited that!), or Solano – ‘facing the sun’. I love that Nanna Francesca’s maiden name means ‘facing the sun’, as she so loved it’s light and warmth.
‘Il sole non si dimentica di un villaggio perché è piccolo’ – the sun doesn’t forget a village just because it’s small. Just as we hold onto that which might be humble yet significant, a connection to the past that persists for many of us, generations on, even as we speak with different accents in other places.
As if a hidden force keeps drawing us back, to a place we’ve never been, to reconnect with family we’ve never met, to cook the old, spoken recipes and to seek out the stories of those in the fading photos…
Such stunning skies this time of year when the seasons overlap… these ripples of undulating cloud said to portent that – change is on the way. Known to many as ‘mackerel skies’ for their pattern like mackerel skin, in Italy they’re called pecorelle, little sheep, or cielo a pecorelle, ‘sheep sky’. (In The Proxy Bride, when they’re looking at the clouds, Nonna Gia says that Italian saying, Nuvole a pecorelle, pioggia a catinelle.)
Zoë Boccabella 