tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post5326724786903811995..comments2023-10-26T03:19:41.569-07:00Comments on Stephen Bodio's Querencia: The Artist's Son and his DiscontentsSteve Bodiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14434597061701369867noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-17458923621384564482016-12-24T04:58:38.829-08:002016-12-24T04:58:38.829-08:00Dad (Joe as most of us called him as we got older)...Dad (Joe as most of us called him as we got older) was a man of many mysteries- deep live and hate. His parents from Ispra way up north. I've made family friendships there from Facebook and strangely the arts are ingrained on this side. One cousin is a young arts professor at a university. Another a musician and another heads a woman's cycling team. Can't wait to visit and meet my roots. Miss him dailyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09470775469577150534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-86145134417796103412016-12-15T11:22:45.810-08:002016-12-15T11:22:45.810-08:00Great story about your Dad. I lost mine as a kid,...Great story about your Dad. I lost mine as a kid, and he's frozen in my mind as a man that's young, but much older than me. Ironic since I'm now almost exactly as old as he was at death. It took me a long time to realize that I never got to know him - a ten year old just can't. I'm sure, given his personality and mine, that there would've been some tough years. I wish I had those years. I was an only son and I now have an only son. I spend a good deal of time reminding myself that our time together is limited, and to be careful not to waste it. I hope to keep my imperfections in check long enough to have him realize I'ma flawed human, and probably not a very proficient one at that.<br /><br />Keep writing please!Noelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17054438577442835153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-14547493372038817502016-12-14T13:11:46.815-08:002016-12-14T13:11:46.815-08:00Steve, that photo of your mom and dad shows a beau...Steve, that photo of your mom and dad shows a beautiful woman. Gil Gilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16586106608274313864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-27647499819612958892016-12-13T22:42:16.643-08:002016-12-13T22:42:16.643-08:00That's always been a great story. May his memo...That's always been a great story. May his memory be eternal!Peculiarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15849337750990440147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-27815431484121944312016-12-13T10:08:29.292-08:002016-12-13T10:08:29.292-08:00Fabres! Patois! That brings back memories. My g...Fabres! Patois! That brings back memories. My grandmother was a Fabre from the area around Toulouse (Firmi, to be precise.) Her father was a "vigneron" who couldn't make it pay. Her brother emigrated to San Francisco in the 1880s and her parents,sister and she followed a few years later. She lived with my mother, father, sister and me until her death. French was spoken at home when I was a kid, but with her French friends my grandmother spoke a patois that my French-fluent mother could understand but not speak.<br />I doubt any of the Franglais-speaking San Franciscans that I still know have any more memory of it than I. <br />Larry KenneyLarry Kenneynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-80138743136769783772016-12-12T22:23:36.357-08:002016-12-12T22:23:36.357-08:00The movie TRUE ROMANCE has a scene that elucidates...The movie TRUE ROMANCE has a scene that elucidates the origins of Sicilians. (I'm a quarter Sicilian and proud of it, hehe!)Moro Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03170995132520805860noreply@blogger.com