Around Town: A Journey Into the Past

Going around town in Italian villages is a journey into the past. Another time. Another way of life. Everything, from the narrow, cobblestoned streets and ancient buildings speak of times gone by. 

The ever-present waft of wood smoke, transporting the mind to slower days. When entire families gathered round the fire, chestnuts roasting and wine glasses toasting. Safe and secure, like squirrels in their winter’s nest.

But springtime awakens from winter, and sleepy towns begin to shake off their slumber.


And then the race is on to clean fields, yards, homes, and gardens before the long hot days of summer. When farmers and their wives drop exhausted side by side, pleased over work well done, for the afternoon siesta. That ancient, enduring, and endearing custom of all Mediterranean lands.

Broom in hand, every walk gets swept. Every flower-filled window flung open, for the Pulizie di Pasqua (spring or Easter cleaning). The women scrubbing and polishing, as did their mothers and grandmothers before them, ever present head kerchiefs in place. Racing against the tomato harvest. When, with aching backs, they’ll stoop sweating over the outdoor cooking fire, stirring next year’s salsa (tomato sauce).

Time creeps slowly in the village, where life, for the most part, still holds to the rhythm and patterns of the seasons. And is savored in minute bites, enjoyed in leisurely days.


Yet summer, as everywhere, whizzes by.

Farmers trade hoes for harvest equipment. Olives shake from trees. Grapes fall into baskets, as mothers search wardrobes for sweaters. And children, donning the ever traditional smocks, traipse off to school with their pals. Leaving their grandparents, harking back in memory, to their own childhood days when they skipped along the same worn streets.


Never-changing scenes of antiquity.

Like a long-running drama with new characters and props. Yet ever telling the same story. New faces and modern times, yet somehow unchanged.

Carts and buggies long since pushed into the past. Radios gather dust in attics. Jeans and Nikes® replace former garb. But the story, like a movie on constant replay, goes ever on.

Unchanging scenes that bring a certain reassurance.

Modern day life — a picture in the making, woven together with the past, into one big tapestry.

Our streets, all around town, present the unending scene of enduring family life. Life as we think it should be.

Reminding us that although times change, many things, and often the more important, remain ever the same! Like family and friends. Warmth and camaraderie. Neighbors helping one another. A glad handshake, a friendly smile. Old folk gathered around warming fires, and children skipping off to school. As will their children after them.

These are things we’d like to see remain the same, forever. Or for as long as the sun keeps rising and setting.

Which things would you Keep? Which would you let go by the wayside?

[Images ©TheScorziellos]


10 thoughts on “Around Town: A Journey Into the Past”

  1. I would do away with cell phones and many other techno gadgets. A standard phone indoors was fine. Keep with us more outdoor play for kids–and adults– that I used to enjoy in my hometown neighborhood–without those gadgets. Loved the post today. Pictures are always a plus!


    1. I agree Cynthia, about the tech gadgets being a bit over the top these days. Yet, over here we are so grateful for them – as they do help us keep in touch with folks “back home” a whole lot easier. But I would definitely make kids wait until they’re a whole lot older to have so much access to them. Maybe then they would play outside again! Glad you liked the pictures!

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    1. So true Ellie. It’s the memories that count in the end. Memories and people. And I LOVE that thought. The bad ones are really just learning experiences. Which makes them blessings for which to be thankful! Thanks for that inspiring thought!

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