Welcome to my blog story

ABOUT THE USE OF THIS BLOG

LET ME EXPLAIN THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG. WE WANT TO USE THIS BLOG TO WRITE A DIARY OF THE LIFE OF OUR NEWBORN BABY RAFAEL, WHENEVER THERE ARE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HIM. BECAUSE BLOGS NEED TO BE ACTIVE TO ATTRACT VISITORS, WE WILL ALSO WRITE AN OLD MAN LIFE STORY, WHICH IS THE LIFE STORY OF HIS GRANDFATHER. THIS OLD STORY CAN BE USED TO COMPARE IT WITH THE NEWBORN BABY STORY, YOU SEE TODAY THINGS CHANGE VERY QUICKLY AND IT COULD BE INTERESTING TO SEE THE DIFFERENCE. WE WOULD ALSO LIKE TO PASTE LINKS LIKE BABY SONGS TO MAKE IT MORE BABY FRIENDLY.

The best way how to use this blog, just click on any links that you find in this blog.

AND IF YOU WANT TO VIEW THE ENTIRE BLOG, CLICK ON THIS LINK,

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Our lives story, restarting blog

WE ARE CHANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to today's' way of life. 

This is our life; this is our story.

So, let us start from the beginning. This blog has been converted to write a diary of a newborn child, and my own life story. You know, when a baby is born, it is the greatest gift that God and Mother Nature could give us, in fact, we could say that it is the continuation of our own lives. So, we welcome the newcomer and thank God for the new life. May God help the newborn baby to be healthy and strong, and live a happy life.

Anyhow, we have opened this blog for Rafael my grandchild, and we are going to post his photos and comments a few things about him. But this is not enough to keep the blog going. Therefore, I am going to publish the story of my life in between, starting from when I was young like him. I will post it in small sections. Anyhow, my story can be used to compare today ways of life, with the life we used to live before, I hope people will appreciate it.

So, this blog is going to be a mixed up of old and new, because we want to talk and paste photos of Rafael and talk about my life story, as in An old man life story, and at the same time, paste some photos and comment about my grandchild RAFAEL. So that we can compare the old way of life to today way of life. I am going to keep these writing and posting in the same order that they are written in my blog, http://rafael-mo.blogspot.com.au, because I want to load this page on Google drive and then, it is easier to read my diary, in the same order that it has been written, instead of reading it the way is appears in the blog, which is a diary, but you read the last blog first, instead of starting from the beginning. So, let us hope it works.

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Rafael first birthday, he is so cute. 


Anyhow, this is the reopening blog, for the time being, see you in our next blog. 





Friday, September 11, 2020

Rafael visiting McDonald, and his photo



WE ARE CHANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to to days' way of life. 
Wanting to add a photo of Rafael at McDonald  




Hi Rafael, I think you look so cute sitting on McDonald. 





Anyhow there is no much that I can say, in this blog, Rafael is growing well and he is having fun. 
Anyhow, see you in our next blog, where we start telling you, an old man life story.  



Wednesday, August 30, 2017

My farm life when I was young.

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, my farm life when I was young
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A youth in the farm, I guess with his father, dreaming his own dreams, the picture says more land, this could also have been my dream, if I had more land, I could have stayed in the farm all my life.













This is a wheat field about to be harvested, it looks like that it will produce plenty of wheat this season, if the entire field is the same as we see it in this photo.






My farm life when I was young.


Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, let me tell you my farm life, from my farm life experience and views, so, here again I am lamenting about my early childhood life in the farm, which has been one of those facts of life that to most of us could happen during our life, so whatever I am telling you here is just the story of my life and nothing else. Now we can also say that no matter how negative a story could be and there are plenty of negative in my life story, there must be also some positive things that could be used later in life, when we can; therefore, let me tell you this other chapter of my life story, the way that I have lived it and how I see it now.

I believe that to give you a better picture overall, of what life was like in the farms of my native town of Genzano di Lucania when I was young, I need also to tell you about many other things as well and the town itself, and then the ways of how people used to live in those times and what was happening at the time when I was young. So, let me talk about the town and the population first.

From my memory, I believe that the town of Genzano di Lucania early in the twentieth century had reached a population of about 7,000 inhabitants, in the forties when I was young the population had grown to about 8,000 and reached 8,389 in 1951 inhabitants, and this is the highest number of people on record that I know of. Even though some people believe that there were near 10,000 people living in Genzano. But, today the number of people that used to live in Genzano does not matter anymore, because in the seventies it had shrunk to only 5,500 inhabitants or there about. The reasons for this population shrinkage, it was because lots of people had to emigrate somewhere in those times. The reasons why they had to emigrate will be fully understood, when I explain what happened to the rural community of this town including myself. Today at the present time while I am writing this article the first time, the town of Genzano has 6200 inhabitants or there about.

My native town of Genzano is known as Genzano di Lucania to distinguish it from another Italian town Genzano di Roma. Anyhow this Genzano di Lucania these days has a territory of about 21,000 Hectares of land if I remember right, and about 80% of this land is arable land, and it is mostly used to grow wheat, especially durum wheat; the rest of the land is used to grow grapes vines or olive trees and other farm produce, and there are also reserves or grazing land; as anyone can see from what I have said here, this town owes its wealth to the rural community that produces wheat, because this town is well known to produce lots of very high quality durum wheat, which the mills that make pasta rush to buy it when it’s harvest time. Now even if the mills rush to buy this durum wheat, the price of wheat is not high, so the farmers make only enough money to keep going and one must think that it takes one year to produce and harvest a crop of wheat, so it is not that good for the farmers; there are also other things that must be taken into consideration, as I will continue to explain while I am writing my life story.

Anyhow as I have already mentioned above, there are lots of other produce from the farms also, because we used to have mixed farming, but these produce are used locally, and if some of them are sold out of the town, they are not a great deal to make any difference.

At the time when I was young there were lots of small farms in Genzano, and although the most important and the largest crop that brought in the money was durum wheat, they had to practice mixed farming for their own needs, which I will try to explain how the farms were run at those times when I was young.

I believe that I have said enough in this post, so, see you next time when I will be writing about, how the farms were run.  

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My farm life when I was young
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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Let me tell you my farm life

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, baby Rafael story plus
and this post, let me tell you my farm life
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Farms are very isolated places and to live in the farm is boring to say the least. Usually there is nobody you can talk to, so life is very boring and lonely, this specially applies to the time when I was young.
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Let me tell you my farm life
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, farm life can be very hard. Now, let me continue to tell you my farm life experience; perhaps you remember that in one of our posts called, The heritage story, we have written again about the town that I came from and some of the ways of life of those times including my own life, so, now I would like to go back and continue to tell you all about my own life again that I lived in this town, starting from the very beginning, well not really from the very beginning, because I have already told you part of my life story in the articles: An old man life story; a man life journey; My life my struggles; an old man story; My farm life experience; Simple man life observation and then more articles about Genzano the town I came from.
Therefore, now I am going back to tell you my life story, starting from the time when I had to live school and go to help in the farm, I was about eleven years old when I went to work in the farm. Today you may find that at that age one is just too young to do any work, but in those times that was the way that most people accepted as being normal. I know that it was unfortunate for me just because I and a few other young men were going to be the last of this old way of life in the farms, because since then things have changed a lot and life for young people now is better, since for a start they don’t start working as young as we did then; because soon after I started to work in the farm, laws were passed from the government of those days, that is was compulsory to go to school until youths were 14 years old, therefore I and a few others were the last youths that started to work so early in life. For this reason, it is going to be hard to compare anything, because things have changed, that is if we want to really compare anything that we do today with those times.
But just to say one thing or two; can you just imagine a youth today that has just turned eleven or twelve or even thirteen or fourteen to have to feed and look after the farms animals in winter time as we did, when they are in the stable because outside is very cold. You have to go out to bring in straw and hay to feed those animals, even when it is very cold, and then you have to take them to the well to water them, you have also to groom them and clean the stable every day, it is a very boring job to say the least. I am pretty sure that today youths would refuse to do it, just because there is no joy or pride for doing it. Of course, there are many other things that we did in the farms, but they are just as hard and boring, so, there is no point in telling them. I believe also that perhaps I have said enough to give you an idea of what life was like in the farms of those days.
So, now let me tell you more about my life. I want to tell it, just because it is my own life story; some people may think that I might have copied my life story from somewhere else, but I can assure you that I have not, and if it resembles somebody else story it is just a coincidence. And does this really matter?
You see, I have only one life to live and if I want to be true to myself and the rest of the world I have to tell my life story just the way I have lived it, so, there are no ways that similarities can be completely avoided. So, let me start telling you, my farm life experience as I lived it.
Anyhow in our future articles that I am going to write, I am going to show you how I have made an effort to break away from all those negative and painful things that were holding me back in the past, just because I did live in the farms when I was very young, see our article called, Hello my world. So, see you in our next article, which is going to be another one of, my farm life chapter. I hope my life story is interesting enough for you to read.
Anyhow, I am going to post a special post next time, and then we will return to tell you my life story in, my farm life chapter.
See you soon.
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Let me tell you my farm life
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Monday, May 15, 2017

 Farm life can be very hard

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, farm life can be very hard
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Farm life can be very hard
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Farms are very isolated places and to live in the farm is boring to say the least. Usually there is nobody you can talk to, so, life is very boring and lonely, this specially applies to the time when I was young, when there were no mobiles, or other ways of communication.
The first real job that I did in the farm was to look after a small flock of sheep and a couple of goats. we had to take to flock of sheep in the fields, so that they would eat whatever there was left in the field. Today these things are things of the past, so, I believe that younger generation is better off than we were. Anyhow, we don't know if the younger generation, only time could tell, say in fifty years time.


 Farm life can be very hard

Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my farm life views, where we were telling you about, my farm life when I was very young, where we were lamenting that nobody would appreciate us farmers, while we were working hard for everybody else. Anyhow, we were saying in our last post, that people that live in the farms live a very hard and lonely life; in the past farming was even harder than it is today, because today even the farmers have lots of machines that helps them farming, they are also a lot closer to the other communities than they used to be, because they can travel easily from their farms to town, they have their mobiles, and other electronic devices that helps them stay in touch with the rest of the world; anyhow, we have to think that wherever you are, and whatever you do life can be very hard sometime, when that happen we have to try to overcome those difficulties the best way we can.
Having this view in mind and having lived a rather hard life myself, I look at today world and wonder when I see these young people struggling, while they are really living in the middle of plenty, but then I realize that they do not see it that way, so, they want you to believe that they are living a hard life, when in reality they are not, if we compare it to the ways of life in the old times. Therefore, I cannot help thinking that things in the world have changed a lot for the better, therefore, I cast my mind back to the times when I was young, then I wonder what is wrong with the youths today, why they do not see all the good things around them that are available to them. I know that some of them do, but a lot of them don't.
Having said that, now it would be good if we could compare today life to the days when I was young; So, let me tell you why life was harder when I was young, especially for those youths that like myself ended in a disadvantaged position, we were working in the farms when we were very young: not only we were in a disadvantaged position then, and working just to earn a small living that consisted of just plain but wholesome food and some clothing on our back, but what was hurting most of us young would be farmers, it was the fact that we were not appreciated from the rest of the town community, only because we were not as good as the rest of the community with our communication skills, owing to the fact, that we were busy working and living an isolated life in the farm, where complex communication skills are not taught, because you don’t need them for farming, and also we did not ware flashy garments to show off, when we went to town and met the young town people, who seemed so clever well dressed and they knew everything that there was to be known.
The reason that I have been telling you all this stuff, is that, it explains better how I felt then and how I feel even now, about my life in the farm in those days when I was young, and I hope that there is no misunderstanding, that this was a hard and boring life, I am writing this article today, because I would like to point out to you, that my life experience in the farm of those days, has a very clear meaning to anybody that happens to read my life story, even if it is only a plain and boring life story that I am able to tell you here.
But I believe that there is also another side of this life story, because what I have just said, makes me reflect about what the elders of my time were telling me, which was in effect that life was much harder when they were young. This attitude of those elders makes me think and ask myself. Is this the ways that life looks like when we get old? Or it is indeed that the way of life is changing for the better today I wonder? Anyhow, I will continue to tell you my life story here under, and you can decide for yourself, and also when you read my next few posts, where I will continue to talk about my farm life experience.
This post is becoming too long, so, see you in our next post. Let me tell you my farm life.
See you soon.
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Baby Rafael story plus 
Farm life can be very hard
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Next time with, let me tell you my farm life    
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Thursday, April 20, 2017

My farm life views

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, my farm life views
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The first real job that I did in the farm was to look after a small flock of sheep and a couple of goats. we had to take to flock of sheep in the fields, so that they would eat whatever there was left in the field.















My farm life views
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our previous post ‘breaking away from my farm life’ which are all part of ‘An old man life story, so, let me continue. Now, even though we have been talking about breaking away from my farm life, and my farm life experience in our previous posts. Now, I would have liked to go straight to the point again, telling you all about my own personal life experience in the farm when I was very young, which is the most important experience during my whole young life, and which I ought to tell you as it was, because of the ways that it has affected me, if I want to make my point about my young life experience in the farm; since it is my first life experience in the real world, and therefore the most important one.
So, just to make my point here, I have to tell you that my first real job in the farm was, which was that I had to look after a small flock of sheep, I was about 11 years old at that time, so to be in charge of those animals was a big ask for a small boy even then, and when we look at the standard of life that we have today, it looks even worse, but somehow I did my job anyhow, after that job I had to do many other things. All these things put together, I should tell you right away that it has affected me for the rest of my life in a negative way, because I was placed in a disadvantaged position right from the start of my young life, as I have already mentioned before many times.
Now, while I am writing and thinking about my younger life, at the same time I cannot help to wonder how the young people of today would react if they find themselves in a disadvantaged position as I was then. So, I ask myself again and again would today young People have enough positive thinking to overcome the hard life that would be thrown at them, or would they just keep protesting, and then run away from the problems ahead of them; as the young people usually do these days? But there is also something else, I have noted that today young people like only to get in touch with other people through their mobiles, they don’t like to talk to people face to face, and they avoid all sorts of problems if they can. Therefore, I wonder what they would have done, if they would have ended up in the same position as I was, as there were not many people around to talk to and above all there wasn’t any devise that you could talk to or listen to, like today we can talk on the mobile phones, you see life was very different then.
Anyhow, during our lives I have learned that life means to us whatever we want life to mean to us, and, at different times may have different meanings for every one of us. Today I have concluded that even if we live a hard life, we need to be positive during our life, and that is what we have to do all the time, be positive if we can. We need to do that if we want to overcome our difficulties. My own life is a very commune good example, as you are going to see while you read these articles. You see, just because I have been positive during my whole life, even when things went the wrong way many times, but I just kept going on the best way I could, because that was the only thing that I could do at that time. The reality of life is that we are forced to do whatever life throws at us, so, we better do it willingly, without upsetting ourselves too much.
We should believe that from our drawbacks we can always learn something positive, and if these positive thoughts are added up, one can find a way to use them. You see today in my old age I am even able to write these posts here and hubs in Hub pages, in a language that is not my mother tongue, this might not be a great deal to some people, but it helps me to think that I am not that hopeless fellow that I was when I was young, because I have kept positive and tried to learn whenever I had the chance, I hope that you see what I mean?
Now that I have explained the position that I am in today, which one could say that it is a sharp contrast to the ways I have been living when I was very young. Anyhow, today to continue to tell you my farm life story, I believe that I have to describe to you first of all what the farms were like in those days, and also how the farmers used to run them in a traditional manner at the time when I was young. And I want also to point out to you that, the farmers and their workers were then and are still nowadays, the most important contributors of the welfare of this rural town of Genzano di Lucania, you see, the rural communities wherever you go in the world, they are still those people that grow food for the rest of the other communities, therefore growing any sort of food will always be necessary, for these reasons the people that grow food are very important contributors to the rest of the town community; this would also apply to our rural town of, Genzano di Lucania. But there seems to be a problem between the farmers and the town people, because the rest of the town communities, they don’t seem to recognize enough the farmer contributions, this attitude gives rise to some malcontent and make life harder for the farming people. We all should know that farmers are hardworking simple people that have no much time to think about frivolous things, just for the sake of showing off to other people their knowledge, like most people of the rest of the community practice everywhere, and this is one of the problems between these communities, but the farmers knowing that they know only how to farm they keep on farming, even when they know that they are not being appreciated. They are down to earth people.
Anyhow I believe that this post is becoming too long, so, see you soon in our next post, Farm life can be very hard. 
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Baby Rafael story plus 
My farm life views
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Next time with, Farm life can be very hard    
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Some links from same author




Sunday, April 9, 2017

Breaking away from my farm life

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, breaking away from my farm life
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Breaking away from my farm life
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In Italy all fit young man in their twenties are required to serve in the army for about a year, and so was I in my early twenties. Most people do not like to serve in the army, because there is no real pay, but it is a different way of life to see.
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Breaking away from my farm life
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my harsh destiny, so, let us continue our life story. Click edit above to add content to this empty capsule.

For about twelve years I lived this farm life, as I have explained in our previous posts. Anyhow, the only time that I had a real break from farming was when I was called to serve in the army, which in Italy was/is a compulsory service to the country, which every able young male must serve when one turns twenty-one years old or soon after that. Then when the army released me I migrated to Australia, and I was then in my early twenties. I was young and not afraid to do hard work. I would do anything at all in Australia, since I did not have any qualification, and I would work hard if I had to, since I had learned in the farm that we needed to work hard to earn our living.
But let me say just a few words about this service in the Italian army of those times, being in the compulsory Italian army is a hard life for anybody, for a start you are not paid or you are paid so little that you believe that you are not paid at all; and then, everybody laments about everything especially about the discipline, as for myself I did not find it very hard like some recruits complain it is, but at the same time it was, because you do what you are told to do, at the same time you learn something new because you are exposed to a different way of living. But the hardest part of it all is that the compulsory army of those times, they didn’t pay us, we only got free food free clothes and just enough money to by some cigarettes if one was a smoker. Anyhow it is good to be in the army and learn a new way of life, it makes you feel better when that is over and done with; some of the old people think that after you have been in the army, you have really become a man of the world, because of that extra experience that you learn in the army.
But, let me go back to tell you about my life in the farm and what it did to me. Because as I have already mentioned before, the farm life of those times was not what one would prescribe for a young man like me, if one wanted me as a young man to develop my potential properly, so that, I could be ready to meet the challenge of life when I would be older, in all sorts of communities not just farming a small farm.
But you see, as we have already mentioned, at the time when all this happened to me, no one could have ever thought, of the forth coming changing world, and of the difficulties that I and some of the other boys, which shared the same fate as me would have to face in later life. Just because the way of life happened to change so much and so fast, when we were young.
Now, in order to understand how unfair it was, for me and for those youths of my time who ended up in the farms like myself, I have to convey to you the different set up of this town of Genzano; the way that people separate each other in classes, not because they like to be different to each other, but because they are different, and therefore they think and talk in different ways, so, they group themselves with their equal, because they feel more at ease that way: But in reality they are somehow all equal, as all the groups need each other soon or later.
There are reasons to believe that this way of life would usually happen everywhere else in the world in small towns, where there are two main groups of people in every community: There are those who live directly from the land, which are called the rural community, and those who work in town in all sorts of jobs, which would be called just town’s people and they include; shop keepers, doctors, vets, craftsmen, clerks, schools and school teachers, priests, policemen, (carabinieri which are Italian policemen), guardians, and every other sort of jobs that one can think of, in order to run a town properly; and then all the rest of the population, like whole families and women and children, so that a town would be self-reliant.
Anyhow, at a certain stage of my life I started to become aware, that I had to break away from this type of farm living, because a lot of things were changing and we didn’t earn enough from the small farm that we had, so, it was time for us young would have been farmers to change also, but let me say a bit more about my farm life views and the town I have come from, because, it would be better for my readers to understand what was going on at those times, in the fifties and there about. After all, those old times will not come back anymore, and it would be good to have at least a sort of record written here, in order to remember how those times were.
So in my next article, let me continue to talk about my farm life views, followed by several other articles about my farm life, and then talk about the town of Genzano and its communities, to explain better how those times were, in the fifties and earlier; not only because I want to tell you my life story, but also because a sort of record is being written and kept, in these internet articles that could be available to the public for a long time in the future.
So, see you next time in my next article, my farm life views. 
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Baby Rafael story plus 
Breaking away from my farm life
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Next time with, my farm life views