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my country you're on the hill

To accompany this post, I do not vogliano i miei seguaci di blog, ho necessariamente scelto la canzone che sin dalle prime parole più si avvicina alle immagini che inserirò. Che sarà, nella versione di Josè Feliciano, è stato comunque un motivo che nella mia giovinezza passava tante volte nella testa ed affiorava sulle labbra per canticchiarlo e ci ha fatto conoscere ,nonostante quella più ricordata e tramandata dei Ricchi e Poveri con in organico ancora la bella Marina Occhiena, il cantautore cieco Portoricano.
Cliccate sopra la stupenda immagine aerea che riprende il mio paese per ammirarne la bellezza.Il castello. la vecchia chiesa e quella nuova costruita nel 1939, le scuole e l'asilo, sono il cuore dove la nostra comunità trovava il naturale luogo di incontro and around which they lived close relationship of social relations. Via Castello, Via Ruga, Via Pizzo the "districts" principal where she lived most of the population, but the parish still stretched to the north on hilly back roads and street Piovino Santa Marta, while down south you go towards the Sciscion valley where stood the farmhouse, Motto Florio (still under the jurisdiction of the parish of Santo Stefano) Baraggioni (where I was born and I grew up) and Canuggioni.
To understand where he had run its course the stream of Sciscion, look carefully at the picture and you will clear a green spot in the top right. Those were the fields that lined the path, hidden by lush plants that were born on its banks. Behind the bell tower and dome of the new church you can admire the area, almost wild now, where once our countrymen and vines. All that is now plain that looks overgrown and forests, where each wine was an unbelievable extended family had, more or less depending on the activity carried on in any case, a plot of land from which we obtain at least the harvest for a full year of wine "meal." Below the church, to the west, dividing the area of \u200b\u200bthe plateau of Cumiona that now extends to the recent establishment of the Park Fenera, my beloved river that flows heading south will touch my father's house in the valley and will continue to be Fugnano expand to go and meet another Sciscion, to Maggiora, near Cologne Solar Borgomanero sixties, whose construction is now collapsing after the departure of the last successor guardians and neglect by the municipality.


Two stunning images of my country "stands on the hill like an old man lying asleep." The first think that it goes back to the early 1900's and you can see that even the new church did not exist and gives the impression of an almost isolated. In fact, in those years Vergano (so named and appointed him for the first time ...) was a separate municipality, and had not developed a unit as it is connected to today with the city of Borgomanero after the building boom of 60-70 years in practice has led to the conjunction of all the villages with the capital.
behind our hill, stands the majestic Monte Rosa. The different perspective in the two images is due to the fact that the first is taken from the plains where there is dell'Agogna Borgomanero, while the second was photographed from the hills to the east where is the other village of Santa Cristina "Opposite" of Vergano .

I leave with nostalgia page of this post, as there are many memories that assail me to look and see the places where my life is spent. If a foreign player remains impressed with the comprehensiveness and Photo, above which it can not get impressions that are not beyond the aesthetics and beauty, to me, every little detail is reminiscent of situations, events, joys, sorrows, all my life within those images . Over the next
"memories" I can not do without the vision of that "My country that stands on the hill".

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