Chapel

This is the Chapel where my nephew Joe got married.  It was a cold afternoon and as soon as the wedding ceremony was finished I headed for the reception hall and the bar where I asked for a shot of whiskey to warm up.   The name of the reception is, The Windmill Receptions and is located at the corner of Melton Hway and Leake Street, in Klumpton.  It was a great night.

Family Night

This photo was taken at our club on a get togher night.  Form left :  Ralph Larosa (now deceased), Satale Scardamaglia, myself (Peter Carnovale), Peter Lanciana and Frank Luzza.  It was really a good night.




This is a nice park in Coburg /Melbourne

  Today it was another beautiful, mild and sunny day so I decided to go for a bike ride and the scenery looked fantastic, I took the opportunity and took some photos.

I was born in a family of eight children, seven girls and myself the only boy.  Three of my sisters were born before me and another four after me.  One of my sisters lives in La Plata, Argentina and has two children, all the others live in Melbourne, Australia.  Unfortunately one of them passed away some years ago at age 51.  Myself  and my wife have three children, all of them boys.  We also have three grand children.

La Mia Nascita

Nu juarnu i sira a tarda ura

                                                                 

Quandu ali tiarri si cojjia lu mijju

                                                                    

Arriva na mbsciata cu premura

                                                        Ad'Orcisanu nci nesciu nu fijju
                                                                      

Eranu viarzu i sie u quattru i settembre

                                                             

Duve si cojjia u mijju era o Golio

                                                      

A notte non chiudiu uacchiu pe nente

                                                        Tuttu cuntiantu ringraziandu a Dio
                                                              

Fuarzi nta mianti sua vidia u futuru

                                                          

Duappu quattru fimmani nu masculu nescia

                                                           Si facia u cuntu di quantu lavuru


                                                                  Stu nuavu natu fare nci potia
                                                                                                                                         

A cuntentizza durau pe bellu tiampu

                                                                  La sira l'annacava e l'abballava
                                                                     

Pero' dinta a u sua sentimiantu

                                                               U volia rande e pemmo lavurava

                                                                                                                                                                                       

Finda a dudici anni a scola jiu

                                                         E arrivau a quinta elementare
                                                              

Apprissu matina priastu lu sbattiu

                                                            

Levati, ca mo ti tocca di zappare

                                                       

Ciangiandu finda a Puarru arriadu d'iju

                                                                           

                                                             

Quandu Cola i Giabbia disse: "Chi ti ciangi?

                                             Ormai si a menza strata e io non criju


                                               Ca a decisiuani i patrita tu cangi"


                                                   Arrivamme findarmente a lu Golio


                                                 Mi porgiu na zappa e non disse nente


                                                   Passamme tutta na jornata iju e io
                                                           

Tutti i dui ccittu, silenziosamente

                                                   Quandu tornamme a casa pue a sirata


                                                       A tavula pe mangiare era lesta
                                                               

Nto cuari mi sentia na pistolata

                                                            

E nnu turmiantu rande nta la testa

                                                                                                                                                                                         

A sorta mia era ormai gia distinata

                                                          

No arti, no mistari, a scola ormai finuta

                                                    Pero' nta testa mia mai fu accettata


                                                 Sta cazza i zappa non mme mai piaciuta

This morning it was quite cool but at 7am I left home and went for my walk along the Merri Creek Trail.  With me I took my Sony camera and took a few photos.   Even though it was a cool morning the sun started to shine and the view looked beautiful so I thought it was a good idea to take a few photos.  Here is one of them.

When I was a young man I travelled by from Melbourne to Cairns, North Queensland.  Had to change three trains to Brisbane and then took the country train to Cairns.  From Spencer Street Station to Cairns it took three full days to get there.   I went to Cairns to cut sugar cane and earn a little better money than I was earning in a factory.  I was 18 years of age at that tima and full pay was obtained at age 21.   It is a long and complex story and I will elaborate  with more detail another day.    Here is a photo of the sugar cane.   The location was Babinda north Qld.