In these weeks of October is collecting chestnuts and chestnuts in the woods of Storo Vill. I'm back in my mind memories of the guy you were going to collect too. It was a moment of the day to visit with friends and play through the fields and forests of chestnuts. This result was up to 60 years the bread of the peasants and the people of history in the winter dinners in the evening my mother began to cook a pot of chestnuts and then served as dinner for the whole family. All the chestnuts were gathered and consumed, not you could see the chestnuts thrown in the bin of 'garbage in the spring as it does today. Some farmers climbed on trees and poles with long beat of the branches to drop the mature chestnut and curly still closed. Chestnuts out curls were consumed immediately, while the rich get their chestnuts in the cellar, so it kept fresh and ready to eat in the months of January and February. One thing I noticed in the beating of chestnut trees is that these plants were more healthy, because the diseased branches and buckets were falling to the ground, so the plant remained free of branches infested by parasites. A 'is another reminder that the days of the Saints first week of November my grandmother Annetta us brustolava chestnuts borrowed from the hole in the pan "Baoo DE Ciaffa" for all the children of the district, for us it was a party to attend this ceremony, sitting by the fire to see the language of fire, and listen to the stories told, stories of Do the characters Storo, true stories transformed by the imagination of my grandmother. While the chestnuts roasted in the pan they broke some, because it had been cut well. Along with chestnuts drank the sweet wine just pressed, the guys because we could drink was grape juice as a sweet as honey 's alcohol had not yet formed. Other memories come to mind me, and cheer my days, I know this happens and to all of us want, even I know that kids today feel the same feeling that I feel is their imagination of children pure of heart who travels the world of nature and the happiness of the 'universe. I dedicate these little notes and notes in the first two people to my Mom that this year 's 88-year-old went to collect the chestnuts like a 18 year old has always been the' enthusiasm of life. el 'the other to my grandmother Annetta with her stories that formed my character there to love all creatures of the earth and see the positive things that happen on this small ship cruising in the' universe, which is our small heavenly planet
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