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Bridges Through Time
Bridges Through Time
Bridges Through Time
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Italy has a blend of ancient and modern cultures. This story is narrated by a resident of a small village in Northern Italy. It is a story that blends the old with the new. It is a memoir of a relationship that evolved over the years. Modern images of the village are interspersed through-out the narrative, while the words weave a story of the past that bridges it with the present.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLinda McNine
Release dateNov 23, 2012
ISBN9781301041060
Bridges Through Time
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Linda McNine

Graduated from University of Nevada,Reno with a Master's in Education. Retired from the school district in 2011 after 20+ years and with over 40 years of total teaching experience with special needs populations. New interests are oil painting, writing and improving my gardening skills.

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    Bridges Through Time - Linda McNine

    Bridges Through Time

    Copyright November 2012

    By

    Authors

    Linda E.McNine Carlo Rostagni

    All Rights Reserved

    This e-book is a compilation of ideas and experiences that may or could have happened. It is however, fiction. The people may resemble those you know or those about whom you have heard stories. Our creative imaginations are at work.

    Cover Artist: Linda McNine

    Cover Design by Linda McNine

    Editor Donna J. Rostagni

    Photographer Donna J. Rostagni

    Published by Whispering Winds at Smashwords

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    Table of Chapters

    Italy

    My Village

    Early Morning

    Mornings Past

    Randagio

    The Love Of My Life

    SmallWorld

    Quiet Moments of Seeing

    Attuned

    Silence No Longer

    Friendly Fire

    Everyday Sounds

    Sensory Stimulation

    TimesPast

    A Purrfect Day

    Mid-day Sun

    In The Dark Of Night

    Leaving Home

    The War Ends

    The End of a Purrfect Day

    Italy

    This is my birthplace.

    This is where I grew up.

    This is my school.

    This is where I exercise.

    This is my playground.

    This is where my children were born

    and raised

    This is where I come for comfort.

    This is where my ancestors lived

    and died.

    This is where I come to think.

    This is where my memories are.

    This is my home.

    This is where I am.

    This is where I want to be.

    This is where I live.

    I have not always lived in my home. Like many others, I needed to stretch my legs, go, and see the world to experience life. I carried nothing with me. My mother cried when I was leaving and like many fathers, my father was stoic and silent. He did not wish me well. He should have been happy. There was one less mouth to feed, one less young-un’ around to bring up. Nevertheless, no, he said not one word, gave not one piece of advice, but had a knowing smile on his face. Out I went into the wide-open world, alone.

    I was not alone for long. I joined my young friends and for many weeks, spent most of my time meandering in the neighborhood in which I was staying. I was on the prowl for who knows what. It was exciting for a time, but I grew tired of it and began wanting to go home and settle down. I had not met anyone who meant anything to me and soon found myself wanting, no needing, to listen to those old stories my father often told about the old days. When I was a young sprig, I grew bored of those life lessons, those remembrances of the past, things he remembered and stories he had learned as a lad; but as I grew older and perhaps wiser, I began changing and my yearning grew and grew.

    I had not traveled very far, just a short distance up the road through old town. I lived near the old castle. I remember my father’s stories about life in the castle, when he was young, but now the roof had fallen in and the winter’s wind turned my blood into ice flows. Food was scarce probably because there were so many of my so-called friends with voracious appetites and no, they did

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