Travel Memories: Positano, Italy Lemons, roses, olives perfume Mediterranean air.
Pale houses cling on the rocks like shells.
Le Sirenuse islands- one a hideaway for ballet great Nureyev- are in sight. Capri lures in the distance.
My ancestors left their home not far from this postcard coast at the turn of the century. How could they leave?
"Times were hard- no food to eat- no money to live," said my Aunt Theresa.
Now its beauty puts food on the table.
Now- we are here- and they are there.
But it's still my campagnia.
Pastel, 8x10
[SOLD original Georgia, Large Print-Georgia]
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