A conversation with history

Photo © Ruth Ellen Gruber

Photo © Ruth Ellen Gruber

Today I had the first of what I hope will be a series of interviews/conversations with a man who will turn 103 years old on Thursday. His mind is sharp, but he can’t hear very well; his son (with whom he lives) is helping talk with him. He was born in the house at the top of my hill into a contadino family, on Sept. 18, 1911. When he was a boy, they ate meat only on holidays like Xmas and Easter; pasta maybe only on Sundays. A typical meal was beans, chickpeas, bread; maybe polenta. Six to eight people slept in a room; two to three in a bed. “It wasn’t like it is today.”