Back to Bolvano - family history from Jeanette

BACK TO BALVANO
We boarded the train in the seaside resort of Salerno, full of excitement and anticipation, and three hours later, we came into the floor of the little valley that would lead us to my father’s ancestral home. Balvano. A place we had heard of so often, and now, here we were. This is the town my father’s father had emigrated from to the United States …this is the town where generations of Tiricos had resided…this was the town that literally worked for our family. It was 1948. I was ten years old and my brother, Tony…then known as, Anthony… was eleven. It was the first time my father had been back since he had graduated from the University of Naples in 1932. It was the first time since the end of World War II that he had been able to make this trip…to check on the three elderly aunts who had been surrogate mothers to him during his college and medical school years. We were just a little late, as Zia Angelina had passed away the previous year.

to be continued..... I'll send the copy in the mail. Save the photos of Balvano to accompany this short story, and I will add a few more to them. Your mom has been after me for years to write something about my experiences in Balvano, so here it is...the first paragraph.