THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MARINO MATTEI
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This is the recounting and the diary of my life - Marino Mattei
2.
In 1922 my sister Maria was born and the house was so
small that it was impossible to live there. I don't remember
how long we remained there. Finally my grandfather and
my grandmother bought a portion of Argee's
[Argene's] house and in this way we returned to
staying at la Piella. But even there the house was small
and the family continued to grow in number. In fact, in
1923 my brother Berto was born and then Dario in '25 and
it became impossible to continue living in that house. My
grandfather decided to build an addition to the house - an
extra four rooms. He also built a toilet which, up to that
point, we had never had and in this way the problem of the
house was resolved. Unfortunately though, the misery
continued and every day the situation became more
critical. We had no food and my father would stay in the
house and clean; this was his work while we remained
shoeless, naked and hungry. It interested my parents little
that their children were dying of hunger. They were people
without a conscience and without a sense of responsibility.
In fact, when they had something good to eat they would
send us out of the house and they would eat the food while
we were gone. More than once did I find them eating
when they had sent us out.
Around this time life was becoming always more difficult
for me because I was beginning to grow up and I saw that
my friends were dressing in nice clothes and I was always
dressed in rags. This caused me great embarrassment. At
seven years old I began to go to school but my parents
would not send me because, as I've already said, I had to
stay at home and work. For my parents, education was the
last thing and they only sent me when they felt like it. As I
said, I completed the third elementary level but even in
these three years I attended school very little. I remember
in my last year that I passed despite being absent for sixty
days. I was intelligent enough at this point and the trouble
with school ended. I was ten years old. I now began to
arrange myself a little bit because people were asking for
me to do work for them [the common Italian term for
this is "opere" - meaning work or labor; in this
case farm labor] and also my grandparents would give
me money occasionally. They didn't give me much but it
helped nevertheless. Also, I would bring them wood and
they would pay for it and then when I went there they
would always give me something to eat and in this way my
situation became somewhat better.
My parents were always the same. In fact, my brothers
and I had thought that the problem of the children had
ended but alas it wasn't so. It had been six years since the
birth of my last brother - Dario - and I had noticed that
something was not going well in the house but I couldn't
understand what was wrong. One night in our small village
there was a dance like they would have every so often. I
was already sixteen or seventeen years old. Along with my
friends, we were the first to arrive at the dance. Slowly,
other people began to arrive. The last to arrive were the
people from le Sceponi; those being Zela and family and
many others with them. They had the great news that they
had encountered the midwife who was going to la Piella
but they didn't know to who's house. I didn't imagine that
she was going to my mother because she was already 51
years old. [I believe the age stated here is not correct.
It is more likely that she was approximately 41 years
old.] With much curiosity I left the dance to see what
was happening. Alas, the midwife was in our house and
my sister Rina was born. At this point, I no longer knew
what to do. I had not expected this and I was so offended
that for a long time I did not speak to my parents and I
never looked at Rina with bon occhio [a good eye; i.e.
with affection]. When she was little it didn't matter
how much she would cry, I would never hold her in my
arms and I would never comfort her.
The situation in my house did not change - misery upon
misery. Finally, Santina and Father Zanotti [the village
priest] had a house and I began working there doing
manual labor. I was still young - around sixteen years old -
but having suffered a little of everything, I was strong and
they paid me the wages of an adult. Working with me was
Narciso. We were born in the same year, he was six
months older. I received twelve lire a day and Narciso
received eight. I had to carry water because Narciso could
not lift the barrel. The barrel was far away and it was
heavy for me as well. Also, it would leak water and due to
this I was bathed in sweat and water every day. The boss
was Carrari from Vitiana [a neighboring village].
He payed us one hundred and forty lire every two weeks
but my father gave me only twenty lire and he kept one
hundred and twenty. With the twenty lire I had to buy
breakfast and clothes. I was very economical and I had
enough money. However, my father was not happy and
after a while he began to give me less - sometimes fifteen
lire and at certain times ten lire.
I worked at Santina's house for about a year and then I
worked constructing a livestock shed for Italo and then at
Mido delle vignole [Mido of the vineyard - dialect]
and then the work in Gromignana was finished. Carrari
took me to harvest and dry chestnuts in the fields of
Vitiana but winter arrived as soon as I finished this work
and, as I said, due to always being covered with water and
sweat [a result of the work done for Narciso] I
contracted Romatisimi Articolari [sic - possibly a form
of Rheumatic Arthritis]. For a month I was paralyzed
in bed with intolerable pain. As long as I had been
bringing my father money, things had been fine but when I
got sick in the house he became angry and he would yell
like a madman. Finally, after a month I began to feel
better. When summer came I was feeling fairly well.
However, I still had to watch myself.
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