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High School

Looking back today.

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We’ve all pretty much been there – High School. This eternal crucible is where most of us get our true start in life. Our high school experiences mold us into the people who we are to become more than any other experience in our lives.

As we enter high school, we are usually immature children who need a lot of growing up. We usually get that and a whole lot more during our years in high school. I certainly did. When I entered high school. I was still using crutches after a really badly broken leg which left my tibia in over 200 pieces. I was a bit shy and constantly bullied because of my perceived handicap. My whole life needed changing and I set out to do just that.

Finding that I needed to regain my physicality, I turned to surfing for physical therapy. I also embraced the sport…

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Lunedi Senza Parole #41

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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Follow songwriter Al Sapetello as he takes you through the back streets of the 1970’s music business on his way to the top. Where will the road lead him?The 1970’s music industry is explored from the inside out, exposing both the beauty and the ugly underbelly of the business. Presented with authority by veteran songwriter Allen E. Rizzi, Hey, Mister Publisher will give you a new understanding of music and the people who make it.

English In Italy

Inglese in italia?

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English in Italy? In a couple of words: Practically non-existent! However as the local English speaker par excellence, I must ever try.

We live in the Val di Non of northern Italy where the English language is largely just a mere rumor. Our local languages are Nonese (ancient vulgar Latin), Italian, German and Tirolean (low German dialect). English is at best an afterthought hereabouts. It is a curiosity that is practically never explored by local residents.

However English is our native language and as such, we speak it together most of the time. Locals are amazed. They often ask (with a straight face), “What language do you speak together at home?” English of course! Although we do speak a bit of Nonese, Italian and German within our abode just to keep each other on their toes.

When we speak to one another in English in public, heads whirl about. It…

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Top Three Blog Posts

This week I wanted to republish my top three blog posts from last year, according to total readership. They are as follows:

 

In first place:  https://rizziallen.wordpress.com/2015/09/11/and-a-migrant-runs-through-it/

 

In second place: https://rizziallen.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/la-storia-della-famiglia-rizzi-in-cloz/

 

In third place:  https://rizziallen.wordpress.com/2017/08/18/guns-now-and-then/

 

Please give all three a read and let me know what you think by leaving your comments here.

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Vini dalla Val di Non

Corona Virus? It’s wine time!

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Ogni giorno beviamo un po’di vino. Beh, forse non solo un po. Vedi, noi viviamo in Val di Non. E’ quello che facciamo.

Allora, che cosa beviamo? Teroldego e Groppello (Gropel). Sono vini che non hanno familiarità a molti in Italia e all’estero. Sono grandi vini. Lasciatemi spiegare.

Teroldego è il nostro vino preferito. E ‘il vino principale che tutti noi beviamo. Le uve maturano intorno l’ultima settimana di settembre o la prima settimana di ottobre. Anche se Teroldego è abbondante nella nostra zona, è difficile da trovare altrove.

Mentre Groppello è comune in Lombardia, è particolarmente buono nella nostra valle. Groppello è un vino rosso dal sapore caloroso. Nel secolo scorso, era comune nella nostra valle. Ora è fatta solo nei villaggi di Revo’ e Cloz. Molto poco si produce e noi beviamo la maggior parte di esso. Fortunatamente, è fatta da mio cugino Valerio Rizzi a Cloz.
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Coming To America

Immigration – The right way!

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We are a nation of immigrants and my family is no exception. My family originated in the small village of Cloz in the Val di Non of Northern Italy (then Austria). It is a tightly knit place of ancient people and ancient ways. During the 1860’s, the economy became so bad that many families were literally starving to death. Like other Europeans, they looked to America for comfort and salvation.

My family was certainly not the first to pick-up and go to America. Many others had gone before. Instead, my great-grandfather tried to earn a living in Germany as an eisemponieri (railroad laborer) constructing tunnels in Bavaria. When he returned to his native Cloz, he died of appendicitis at age 40. His son, my grandfather Eugenio, decided he did not want to share the same fate and boarded a ship for America in 1891.

The 19 year old Eugenio went…

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Lunedi Senza Parole #40

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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Follow songwriter Al Sapetello as he takes you through the back streets of the 1970’s music business on his way to the top. Where will the road lead him?The 1970’s music industry is explored from the inside out, exposing both the beauty and the ugly underbelly of the business. Presented with authority by veteran songwriter Allen E. Rizzi, Hey, Mister Publisher will give you a new understanding of music and the people who make it.

Blackfoot Moccasins

Still looking for a little help – Thanks!

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For many years I have been in possession of a pair of moccasins that were given to my grandfather as a 5-year-old child in Anaconda, Montana. They were made by a nearby Blackfoot Indian tribe in 1899. The story is detailed in my book, The Horse Whisperers from Anaconda.

I have recently been researching the design on these moccasins and their meaning. I would also like to know their exact origin. The moccasins are ankle high, made of deer leather and crafted for a five-year old. There are what appear to be inter-joined flowers in blue, yellow and green used in the beaded design. The tongue is scalloped as is the overlap that hides the laces. The likely location of the tribe that made these is somewhere between Missoula and Butte, Montana. The most likely the location is Deer Lodge, Montana. Recently an expert in moccasins suggested that they…

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The Royals

As Americans, we get a kick out the term royals. That’s because we don’t have any royals nor do we want any. Well, that’s the way it looks on paper anyway. Remember that little dust-up in 1776? Yep, we thought we settled the royals question right then and there. But did we?

We have our own brand of royals in the United States in the form of political dynasties. We started out with two Adams. Then we had a couple of Roosevelts. We moved ahead with the Kennedys (almost). We also had King George the Bush and his successor and son Bush the Younger. And yes, we almost had the Royal House of Hillary. Better judgment stepped in.

On the whole, American’s really don’t like political dynasties, royals or anything of the sort. We don’t like our politicians fresh out of the can or pre-baked. We tend to be more inclusive and encourage merit based leaders. Of course, that doesn’t always work out but at least we don’t start the whole process by idol worshiping people born into high stations.

In Britain, of course, things are different. They revere their royals and continue to financially support their queen, who by the way is the richest woman in the world. Their royal children are born into privilege and the pomp that surrounds the whole clan reminds one in America of a three penny circus.

The recent theatrical break from the royal plantation by Harry and Meghan is of course merely kabuki theater. With all of the television coverage, one would think that being a royal was more important that the Corona Virus outbreak. Then of course there is Prince Andrew who serves to remind all of us that perhaps being a royal isn’t what it’s cracked-up to be. Maybe he’ll change his title to Prince of Perversion, who knows?

Kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes and duchesses – Oh my! What do Americans really think of royals? This commemorative cup sums it up pretty nicely.

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What Is Your First Memory?

I just remembered this post… 🙄

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What is your first memory? I mean your very first memory, the very first thing you can recall from your past.

Our minds are capable to remembering things from a long, long time ago. However, everyone’s memory seems to have different limitations on how far back they go. Some can remember things from their infancy and others only recall their lives beginning at various ages in childhood, often in grade school. Still others seem to block everything out before a certain point. Where do you fit in?

Personally, I can recall quite vividly stomping on cockroaches in Des Moines, Iowa when I was very, very young. How young? According to my mother, I was six months old and just learning how to walk. I recall the basement of the house where we lived. It had a grated drain in the middle of the room where an old washing machine was located…

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