Beau, Your great-grandmother was from Rosa in Southern Italy, in the Calabria region. I believe that it is near Naples. One interesting fact or it may be a family legend. She attended a an experimental school in Italy run by a woman named Maria Montessori. May explain that incredible energy and flexibilty that were the trademarks of her life. So. you are a product of the great American mix. Swedish, German, Welsh, Irish, Italian, Wasp, Catholic, Jewish. Son of an artist father and a businesswoman. Hippie parents of the late sixties who thought either Blueberry or San Juan would be the right name for a HIll. Fortunately, we came to our senses on the way to the hospital and named you after a Bob Dylan album and the founder of the Methodist Church - John Wesley.
P.S. Your brother sends greetings from Iraq and your stepbrothers and sister say "hi"
As to the future, I worry not for what is to come generally. But more that we forget the lessons of the past. Our American Nero is fiddling madly while we burn.
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:17 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Your great-grandmother was from Rosa in Southern Italy, in the Calabria region. I believe that it is near Naples. One interesting fact or it may be a family legend. She attended a an experimental school in Italy run by a woman named Maria Montessori. May explain that incredible energy and flexibilty that were the trademarks of her life.
So. you are a product of the great American mix. Swedish, German, Welsh, Irish, Italian, Wasp, Catholic, Jewish. Son of an artist father and a businesswoman. Hippie parents of the late sixties who thought either Blueberry or San Juan would be the right name for a HIll. Fortunately, we came to our senses on the way to the hospital and named you after a Bob Dylan album and the founder of the Methodist Church - John Wesley.
P.S. Your brother sends greetings from Iraq and your stepbrothers and sister say "hi"
As to the future, I worry not for what is to come generally. But more that we forget the lessons of the past. Our American Nero is fiddling madly while we burn.
love to you and Berit, Mom