statesman Francesco Crispi (but first a fervent patriot Mazzini and one of the main architects of the Expedition of the Thousand) is a famous person in our family, but - for me - a cumbersome presence.
My father, who bore even the same name, often used to explain the family ties that united us to the statesman.
My father believed that Francesco Crispi was a great, a great patriot - during his rule - a great reformer. She thought that these qualities had made to weigh the scales in favor of Crispi until the unfortunate and ill-fated imperialist adventure in Ethiopia.
My father often repeated to me that history will not forgive the losers and that the bloody defeat of Adwa was a decisive factor in creating a halo around Crispi statesman negative man of bad government. I often said, while clarifying that the story can not be built either with "if ..." nor with the "but ...", if Crispi had won at Adwa 'rating historians would have been very different.
In my father's study did show a picture of himself with senior Crispi big white mustache to Bismarck (which reflected the fascination with him - in the latter part of his political activity - from the Prussian statesman), but camped under a bronze bust of young Crispi gowned as a lawyer that he had specially commissioned the sculptor Nino Palermo Geraci, author of several statues abbbelliscono our city (including the Fountain of the Siren in the square of Mondello).
As an expression of that passion, my father had collected over time on different products Crispi, including even the authoritative text of Denis Mack Smith on the history of the Italian Risorgimento, which was largely the role played by Crispi in the unification of Italy, and always urged me to read and investigate, in addition to several volumes with the parliamentary political writings and speeches of Crispi. Some of them later - older ones - were from his home.
Sometimes he used to tell of significant events, but - I confess with regret now - in the period of my adolescence I was not so much to hear, even if many of the things I said were gradually settled inside me, coming to constitute a fertile ground.
In this, my father was very hardworking and never ceased to play - but did not see - a work of teaching and trasmissiome values.
I also said that my name would have often led to talk of Francesco Crispi, perhaps, referring to my own experience.
Now, the statesman Crispi is somewhat forgotten when someone has difficulty in an exact way to write my name, I say simply - without a stain to be so - "those of the squares and streets."
Then, when I went to school - until high school - and when certain values \u200b\u200bwere still quite alive and in 1960 came from celebrating the first anniversary of a united Italy, the word "Crispi" immediately evokes something strong, active immediately of historical reminiscences and it was inevitable the question if I was related to the Statesman.
Precisely for this reason my father told me that in the matter, I had to be shod, even to defend the good name of the family from any detractors.
You knew very well that my father was quite proud of this distinguished lineage, but in a discreet and not bombastic.
Other times, you might say today, the influences and legacies of cultural ideas and no longer have any value, as opposed to lal disvaloriali as rampant social climbing and the power of money, however, are enhanced.
In any case, my father was right so many times I found myself talking about Francesco Crispi, exciting and good things he had done, alas, then slipping on the banana peel of colonialism!
E, examination of high school, I was interrogated in its history on Francesco Crispi, which - just to follow the advice of my father - I was well prepared by studying different texts - developing, as we say today , an actual "thesis".
It was almost assumed that I was asked to speak for Crispi, like a script. And I made my most beautiful figure ...
is no longer the case. The surname "Crispi" no longer raises curiosity, does not give rise to questions.
The events that led to the unification of Italy are long gone and some are cumbersome and a fateful memory.
Today, the story would like to forget.
And for many, the story is just what happened yesterday.
When my son was born Francis, the wall of the room in the clinic where he was born, was a printout of Palermo yesterday, showing a view of the Via Francesco Crispi before the war.
I wondered then: a coincidence or the intrinsic necessity of the name?
passing on the wishes of my father, I want my child growing up in themselves can cultivate such a "pride" family, but at the same time I can remember with equal - if not more - pride in who he was and what his grandfather, Francesco, in his too short life, he realized.
My father, who bore even the same name, often used to explain the family ties that united us to the statesman.
My father believed that Francesco Crispi was a great, a great patriot - during his rule - a great reformer. She thought that these qualities had made to weigh the scales in favor of Crispi until the unfortunate and ill-fated imperialist adventure in Ethiopia.
My father often repeated to me that history will not forgive the losers and that the bloody defeat of Adwa was a decisive factor in creating a halo around Crispi statesman negative man of bad government. I often said, while clarifying that the story can not be built either with "if ..." nor with the "but ...", if Crispi had won at Adwa 'rating historians would have been very different.
In my father's study did show a picture of himself with senior Crispi big white mustache to Bismarck (which reflected the fascination with him - in the latter part of his political activity - from the Prussian statesman), but camped under a bronze bust of young Crispi gowned as a lawyer that he had specially commissioned the sculptor Nino Palermo Geraci, author of several statues abbbelliscono our city (including the Fountain of the Siren in the square of Mondello). As an expression of that passion, my father had collected over time on different products Crispi, including even the authoritative text of Denis Mack Smith on the history of the Italian Risorgimento, which was largely the role played by Crispi in the unification of Italy, and always urged me to read and investigate, in addition to several volumes with the parliamentary political writings and speeches of Crispi. Some of them later - older ones - were from his home.
Sometimes he used to tell of significant events, but - I confess with regret now - in the period of my adolescence I was not so much to hear, even if many of the things I said were gradually settled inside me, coming to constitute a fertile ground.
In this, my father was very hardworking and never ceased to play - but did not see - a work of teaching and trasmissiome values.
I also said that my name would have often led to talk of Francesco Crispi, perhaps, referring to my own experience.
Now, the statesman Crispi is somewhat forgotten when someone has difficulty in an exact way to write my name, I say simply - without a stain to be so - "those of the squares and streets."
Then, when I went to school - until high school - and when certain values \u200b\u200bwere still quite alive and in 1960 came from celebrating the first anniversary of a united Italy, the word "Crispi" immediately evokes something strong, active immediately of historical reminiscences and it was inevitable the question if I was related to the Statesman.
Precisely for this reason my father told me that in the matter, I had to be shod, even to defend the good name of the family from any detractors.
You knew very well that my father was quite proud of this distinguished lineage, but in a discreet and not bombastic.
Other times, you might say today, the influences and legacies of cultural ideas and no longer have any value, as opposed to lal disvaloriali as rampant social climbing and the power of money, however, are enhanced.
In any case, my father was right so many times I found myself talking about Francesco Crispi, exciting and good things he had done, alas, then slipping on the banana peel of colonialism!
E, examination of high school, I was interrogated in its history on Francesco Crispi, which - just to follow the advice of my father - I was well prepared by studying different texts - developing, as we say today , an actual "thesis".
It was almost assumed that I was asked to speak for Crispi, like a script. And I made my most beautiful figure ...
is no longer the case. The surname "Crispi" no longer raises curiosity, does not give rise to questions.
The events that led to the unification of Italy are long gone and some are cumbersome and a fateful memory.
Today, the story would like to forget.
And for many, the story is just what happened yesterday.
When my son was born Francis, the wall of the room in the clinic where he was born, was a printout of Palermo yesterday, showing a view of the Via Francesco Crispi before the war.
I wondered then: a coincidence or the intrinsic necessity of the name?
passing on the wishes of my father, I want my child growing up in themselves can cultivate such a "pride" family, but at the same time I can remember with equal - if not more - pride in who he was and what his grandfather, Francesco, in his too short life, he realized.
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