I was lucky enough to have a wonderful mother and father.
My mother Anna Maria
My mother, Anna Maria Chicca, was born in Rome on April 25, 1939, in viale Trastevere (at the time viale del Re, during the Savoy monarchy, under fascism).
She was the daughter of Girolamo, a Roman born in Piazza Venezia in 1905, and Gertrude Macciacchera, born in 1908 in Priverno (province of Latina).
Mom had a very painful youth. She was poor, she lived in the shacks of the Capital, without water, heating, with a curtain as a door, without a bathtub or shower. To wash herself she went to the fountain, or, in winter, to the daytime, a public bath where almost only adult men went, while she was 12/14 years old.
At that time there was no advanced assistance for the poor . There were no organizations like Caritas or the Community of Sant'Egidio to feed the needy: mom often did not eat for days, she skipped meals frequently, she went around the city in search of someone to offer her food. Not even having the money to eat every day, he could not afford to study. She has just learned to read and write, even though she is an intelligent woman, very sensitive, with great intuition and a huge heart. She has suffered so much in life, horrible things have happened to him that I keep silent out of modesty and out of respect for her. People, not only men, have always taken advantage of his immense goodness, and his naivety of soul. She is a woman who sacrificed everything in her life for me. She is so good that when people meet her fall in love with her sweetness.
An anecdote about my mother
By chance one day in 2022 we meet in Rome, in front of a bar near home, my cousin Carlo, 65 years old, son of mom's sister, my aunt Velia, who died in 2003.
My cousin was in the company of two women, two of his friends. Let's start talking. My mother, as every time when she meets people, begins to speak with her innate sweetness, makes compliments, makes jokes. Two minutes after the meeting, one of my cousin's two friends tells him "but you are wonderful!", twice. This is just to make you understand what a wonderful mom I have. A 60-year-old woman who has never seen her in her life, not even in photos, tells him that she is wonderful after two minutes that she hears her speak. The gallery was not found!
Video with my poem "You are my mother"
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The memory of my father, Christmas, for all "Natalino"
On May 11, 2022, it was exactly 3 years since my father's death. Natale Di Molfetta, for all "Natalino". I made a video, a simple slideshow, to remember him. Hello dad… I miss you… your Roby 💖
Natale Di Molfetta, my father: born in Ceccano, province of Frosinone, on September 1, 1939. For everyone "Natalino", always.
– Survivor of the bombings during the Second World War (1939-1945) – Inspector of insurance, at the INA Assitalia from 1945 to 1989 – Gold medal for work – Gold medal of the Italian Red Cross, as a blood donor for 30 years
Natalino, my dad, Great Fan of the A.S. Rome
My father was a big fan of the A.S. Rome, for 80 years. Especially in recent years, every time Roma played, he and I were together in front of the TV, with the Live SKY, cheering the "Maggica". How many times have we rejoiced together, embraced, shouted at the goals of his, of our team. Together with him and my uncle Augusto Mecchi, who died the same year, I saw at the Olympic Stadium in Rome, on May 15, 1983, starting at 16:00, the Match Rome-Turin, ended 3-1 for the Giallorossi team. I was 8 years old. It was the 30th and last day of the Serie A football championship, of the 1982-1983 season. Roma were already mathematically winners of the Scudetto before that match. The match was therefore a party, the triumph for the team, the club and all the fans. The scorers were: Pruzzo in the 21st minute on a penalty, Falcão in the 36th minute, Hernández for Torino in the 81st, Conti in the 85th minute. Dad, now after 40 years, I imagine you up there, singing all together: "Rome, Rome, Rome Lasciace cantà Da 'sta voce nasce un coro So centomila voci C'hai fatto innamorà Roma, Roma bella T'ho dipinta io Gialla come er sole Rossa come er core mio"
