Sadly, I couldn’t find a photo of our wonderful picnics, but this is a snap of my family, including my lovely Nana. My mother was, as usual, taking the photo! So, this is my father, then me to his right, with my sister Lisa on my knee, then my brother Nick decked out in his Formula One gear sitting in his electric car, my Nana, and my youngest sister Victoria on my Nana’s knee.
Winding roads and autumn leaves, Open meadows, gentle breeze, Happy families, weekend fun, Driving up seeking the sun. Jura mountain, stony tracks, Excited children in the back, Picnic hampers, blankets, rugs, Thermos, coffee, teabags, mugs. Extra sweaters just in case, Nicky’s football, small first-aid. Hula hoops, a game of boules, Plastic sandals, welly boots. Gather stones for the campfire. Lay them down here on the ground. Hunt for kindle, firewood, Splash some petrol, oh my God! Sausages, all different kinds, Chicken skewers with vegetables, Pasta salads, rice with corn, Fresh baguettes eagerly torn. Our baked potatoes took so long! But cooked in embers? Extra good! Apple pie? It’s freshly baked! Is there any chocolate cake? Angelo always brought his guitar, He so loved playing superstar! Italian tunes everyone knew, We’d sit and sing all afternoon. These Seventies memories make me yearn For simpler things enjoyed back then. Healthy fun with lovely friends On mountain picnics for weeks on end.
My father, me, and Angelo, who recently passed away. Angelo had a big personality, and loved belting out old Italian songs during parties and picnics. And I love our wallpaper!
❤️ the pictures. Nothing better than those 70s film pictures. They somehow make everything look glamorous! Beautiful poem!
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