Some months back, PT bloggers were asked to comment on their relationship with money, with a special focus on any quirks we have. This is a more personal perspective than many of us take in our blogs, but still interesting and worthwhile. I hope you like it.
My Sicilian family was happy, but their happiness arrived efficiently. They found joy in activities and items that were both inexpensive and useful. Gnocchi, artichoke with bread crumbs and olive oil, eggplant parmesan, bean soups, spaghetti with a hard-boiled egg - these were the delicious dishes that could feed a family on less than bus fare.
At the same time, costly indulgences were shameful, and well-off relatives who were prideful or possessive of their money were pariahs. There was no greater insult than to say of a relative, "They drank champagne through the Depression." It was a denunciation occasionally whispered with great seriousness at family gatherings, and it always meant that a wealthy family member had turned away a shamed relative who needed help. Wealth could be explained by luck; not sharing some small portion of it when asked (which was never done lightly) was an inexplicable and unforgiveable affront to good fortune.






















