My Childhood, Missus Basley

i was the son of enormous milk fed english girl, surrounded by tiny, little, sort of dark eyed italians. And i think it took me about a month to learn to speak a decent enough italian. My parents used to go out every night to the traserer, and we had lots of friends, and it was completely chaotic. I mean, they are in their mid seventies now, but they still ssly. If there youa me to so we know for next time. Back to Mail Online home. Back to the page you came from.