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.

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Saturday, September 26, 2020

Rafael birthday and holiday photos

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 blog is going to be about Rafael photos. I am not going to say much today, because I just want to paste the photos here. 



















        These are Rafael photos at his fourth birthday holiday, I am not going to say anything else, because I wish that Rafael mother, visit this blog one day and can comment herself. 
So, see you soon in an old man life story, with my next blog. 



Friday, September 25, 2020

An old man life story begins

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. 



A cradle where mothers and grandmothers, would rock the child to sleep while singing a lullaby.  

Dear readers, the story in this blog, has been modified from my Hub-Page articles. So, you can read the original article if you click on this link,  An old man life story. This story has been modified because I want to use it in the blog, that I have created for my grandchild Rafael. I hope that one day he can read this blog and compare my life story to his own life story. Also, other people can use my life story to compare to their life story.

So, let me tell you a story and transport you to another place and to another time, at the time when I was a young kid and my mother or my grandma, in the evening would tell me a story just to keep me happy and go to bed and sleep.

(In those time there were no electrical device like today).

Oh my God! What did I say? Tell you fairy tales that the elders of my time were telling me when I was a young kid; no, sorry my dear readers I have made a mistake and I apologize, because you see today I don’t remember much about those stories that the elders of my time were telling me, even though those stories were interesting to us kids then; here I need to tell you that in those times mothers and grandmothers had always a story to tell the kids, it was the only way to keep us kids quiet, because there was no TV and most time not even a radio for miles, the only news in those times were in the newspapers, if one could borrow it from somebody that could afford to buy it, the rest of the news were the local news that the people of the town would tell each other, so that they would know what was happening around them, so, people would pass them around by word of mouth.

Anyhow, the stories that these old ladies were telling us, were as good as any other story, and if the famous Brothers Grimm had known them they would have written them in their stories book. The Annotated Brothers Grimm : Jacob Grimm, Wilhelm Grimm 


Here I want to point out that a lot of things have changed since I was a kid, but I still remember things that I would like to tell you, so, let me go on. Now that I happen to be talking about the mothers and grandmothers of those times, I want to add that they worked hard to keep kids quiet in those times, it was the only way, it was a fact of life. Here I want to add something else that today does not happen anymore in the western world, I am saying the western world because what these old ladies were doing then might still be done in backward countries today one can never know; I can imagine that there might still be a few places where progress as not taken place, and therefore, people are still using those skills that their forbears have used for centuries or even thousands of years.

Anyhow, let me describe to you what these old ladies did to put a child to sleep, they would take the child in their arms sit on a sturdy chair and sing a lullaby while they were rocking the chair until the child would go to sleep, or do the same thing by putting the child in a rocking cradle and rock the cradle and sing a lullaby, those times were a lot harder than today for young mothers as you can see for yourself, not only they had to look after the child, but they had also wash everything by hand as there were no washing machine, or any throw away paper devises that would keep the child clean, so, they had to rely or their skills that they had picked up from their elders and work hard to keep things going properly.

Today is a lot easier for young mothers, because of the washing machine and other things that make life less stressful, even singing lullaby is gone out of fashion, perhaps it is because there is so much music, songs and everything else around us, so, singing lullaby is out of fashion; for this reason you cannot hear any mother singing their lullaby to their children, I guess it is the sign of the time, people are not born singers, those young mothers were singing then because they had to, it was their job to keep their children quiet even if their singing was out of tune as long as their child was satisfied. You see, children are attention seeker, and they were happy, if they knew that there was somebody looking after them, and to hear their mother singing to them and rocking them would satisfy them and fall asleep. Anyhow, this is how it was done in the old days.

Me and Rafael in my back yard. 

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 Beginning of my life stories

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Anyhow, I was saying that the old ladies were telling us stories when we were kids; I apologize for not being able to tell you any of those stories that my mother and my grandmother were telling me, they were good stories for us kids, since we kids would hear them many times and still we were interested in them, perhaps we were waiting for the heroes of the stories to do what they had to do to have their ways; but today I have forgotten most of these stories, therefore, I cannot tell you any of them. Anyhow, this is not the reason why I am writing this article; because what I want to tell you here, is the story of my life. You see, I cannot tell you fairy tales, because I do not remember them, and people don’t believe in fairies or fairy tales anymore. So, I am going to tell you the story of my life, because that is the only story that I know better than anybody else.

Now that I have decided to tell you my life story, starting with this article, (An old man life story), which is going to be also the name of my writings.

Anyhow, I would like to tell you the story of to my life, in order to compare the ways of living between these days and the old time ways; since I believe that to tell a story and make sense to the readers, there must be a purpose for it, so, if we try to compare this old man life story to today ways of living, then my story becomes more interesting for everybody.

Having said that, now I wonder what it would be like, if one could go back in time like in time travel fictions, how nowadays ways of living would have affected the older generations. You see, in the old days, time seemed to stand still and very little changes happened, and if anything did happen it would happen slowly, except when there were wars or other violent happenings, like earthquake or diseases that could kill lots of people around; whereas today everything changes very fast even when there are no wars, earthquake or disease; therefore, what is new today, in a few days may be said to be old. I hope you see what I mean.

Secondly, I am going to tell you, why I feel that I must write this story, and why I believe I must write it. You see, I feel that every human being has a story to tell, and anyone of us can tell our own story, if we attach enough importance to the story that we want to tell. So, I feel that, if I tell you my life story, not only I become satisfied that I have written my own life story, but I would also feel that I am doing humanity a good service, because something can be learned from my life story. I believe that it is the life duty of any man to try to improve anything if one can, so, let me explain the way I feel about what could or would be the duty of any man, I am going to write it in my next blog called, The duty of any human being.

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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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Baby Rafael story plus 
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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Baby Rafael story plus 
Let me tell you my farm life
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Next time with, a special post about Rafael   
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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
IS TO BE CONTINUED:
Next time with, let me tell you my farm life    
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