Not only did the Italian Grandmother bring family history she brings her knowledge of pasta! Both girls love watching her make pasta. She rolls and flicks better than any chef I have ever seen. She has been making pasta since she was eight, we have a long way to go to get as good as her.
I am happy the girls will have this memory, Italy is part of their roots and their blood. And I want to eat homemade pasta more often I need them to know how to do it well… they still have time, I am passed it ( according to her… there is no hope for me!It takes sixty years)
Nonna came over from Italy and with her she brought a piece of history,bed linen weaved in her grandfathers mill and crocheted by her grandmother and mother.
I explained to the girls how everything they saw realms and realms of bed covers have been made from scratch from their family. Touched and used by many and now with us for safe keeping. I loved imagining the life in the small village of Petrella all those years ago, the mill, the hard work, the great grandmother crocheting at night after a long days toil of children, farm animals and a mill. Those days are long gone, I stress because I dont get time to write this blog often. The history lives on in that fabric. We will treasure it forever. Thank you Nonna for trusting us with your keepsakes.
She resembled something slightly sugar coated, literally. Her clothes and hair looked crystallised. It was sand, not the course sand we have on our Cornish Beaches, but that beautiful fine play sand. She proudly showed us the sand pit in the reception play ground. We know it well, but acted amazed all the same. She offers more information about school than she ever did about Montessori. That was always a “surprise” when questioned.
She took of her shoes when we got home and I had to take a photo; this surely proves she had a super day at school?
When I grow up I want to be a Fireman Fighter!
And when I grow up I want to be a Mermaid and work in the arcade.
“THE ARCADE??????” yes that’s where all the fish are aren’t they… “oh the aquarium”
She skips and hops her way through life and pretty much did the same for school.
As her name was called she jumped and bounced towards the teacher, then ran…. past the teacher and through the hall, into the corridor where she stopped. The hall of parents erupted with laughter and the head said ” well you will never forget her first day of school will you!” she didn’t come back to find out why she wasn’t followed immediately, she shrugged her shoulders and she waited on her own for the other kids.
I am proud to have such a confident child who loves what life throws her way, but in my heart of hearts I would possibly have liked a little bit of clinginess, or even a kiss goodbye! The beautiful bluebell girl went off as always without a peep. Such wonderful rounded girls I have.
When she retuned from her big adventure of the first day of school I asked her if anyone had been told off. ” only one child” she merrily told me. Then added ” and it was me”. She said it with flair and honesty and absolutely no remorse what so ever. My Mum and I laughed. I never thought I would laugh at such a thing, but she brings out the very worse in me and makes me not mind either! The bluebell girl felt her pain though for her and was simply horrified at the thought ” on her first day” she may never forgive this action on behalf of her sister, but really it was water off a ducks back. She only went to play when it was sitting down time, to be honest I am not worried!
I placed a little letter in the bluebells lunch box today, wishing her luck and telling her how I will miss her beautiful smile. She has got to the age she can now read, pretty much anything. So grown up she smiled shyly at me after school, almost an afterthought and said ” I liked the note you gave to me today, thank you” Six weeks ago she wouldn’t have said it like that, she just sounded so grown up, is this possible in just one day?