My Heritage Story – part 2

My Heritage Story – part 2

In case you missed it last week — I am sharing my origin story…with so many new people now following along on my journey — I thought why not!

If you haven’t had a chance to read my heritage story – part 1 — you can do so here!

The country I have chosen for this second heritage blogpost is Italy.

My Mum’s family was born in the region of Brecia (IT) and moved to the Italian speaking part of Switzerland during the 1st world war.
My grandfather was born in 1920 in Zurich, Switzerland. His heritage when followed back, shows clearly some Italian roots.

This explains my grandfathers love of wine and pasta!

My mum loved to cook and loved when everybody came home for dinner. There was always enough food on the table and the wine opener was easy to find.

In my childhood, my Mum and Dad rented a small beautiful house with a sweet little garden. I can remember the sound of the swallows in the summer evenings when I was lying in my bed. The smell of the freshly cut grass. Some light came through the green wooden blind’s slits and brightened my small room.

One summer we went on a holiday to Spain and during our holiday my bedroom was redone!

Grey fluffy carpet, birch furniture and some newly painted walls. The old orange flower wallpaper had to go. I couldn’t enjoy the holidays as I was soooo excited to go home and see my new bedroom. I remember exactly how my Mum told me to NOT move any furniture around because the new furniture was heavy.

Guess what — I started to lift my desk instead of pushing it around. I lifted, let go, lifted, and moved it another 3cm. It took me some time, but I was able to move it. And there somehow my passion for rearranging, move and adjust began.

My Mum and I were moving some furniture’s around often, I mean very often. The change of it all was mostly fantastic. And yes, not all the changes were admired by all family members.

I can remember the shelf we had in our living room, I do not where my parents got these African little wooden statues, but we had some of them and they scared me. The shelf was full of his knick-knacks even though some of the things were pretty but just randomly put together on the shelf.

Books and decorations were my Mum’s things and she loved to decorate the dining table with flowers. She always said, „put a flower here and one there and the room looks inviting“.

From her Italian heritage, I guess she was told that flowers do not have to be “fresh” and be replaced by false or dried ones. In the olden days, these things looked awful, to be honest.

These days, a good quality faux plant can be an add-on to spaces like toilettes or hallways that don’t get much daylight. That being said, make sure that they don’t look too faux!

I will talk about this on my upcoming webinar — have you snagged your seat for it?