Emerging stronger – my mother, time and love

Everyone loved my mother, Louise Pergolini. She smiled quickly, listened completely and cared deeply.

The 10 of April 2017 marks ten years since Louise passed away. I think about her daily and have written about her in the past on my blog Heart in Abruzzo (here and here)  and on this blog (here)

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Smoochers – Owen and Louise were always up for a kiss.

She could be the life of a party, but if she was hosting she would make sure everyone had a drink, something to eat and a comfortable place to sit.

Louise loved nursing and was respected by patients and doctors alike. If a friend or neighbour was suffering from some pain or anxiety, she discreetly helped find the right professional care.

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Louise Pergolini, Registred Nurse

When we were young, she ferried us and our friends from after-school sport to part-time jobs to play practice and always managed a meal on the table for us six kids plus anyone we brought home with us.

Louise loved to dance and I can only imagine her, in the 1940s, cutting the rug to a Glen Miller riff. Our dad, Owen, had two left feet. Still, she would get out on the dance floor with anyone who offered their hand.

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Getting dad on the dance floor at sister Beth’s wedding in 1989

Her musical taste ranged widely. She loved everything from the Big Band sound to crooners like Tony Bennett, Mario Lanzo’s operatic works, Broadway musicals, and even Julio Iglesias.

Louise didn’t cry easily. She was strong and unsentimental.  Though, she certainly had her share of sadness and loss: beloved cousin Angelo during the war, multiple miscarried pregnancies, her parents, her husband and her adult son.

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Louise with her father Giovanni Pergolini circa 1985

Our Anglo-Saxon dad, Owen, was more visibly emotional and welled up easily with tears. We said he should have been the impassioned Italian and Mamma Louise the stoic northerner. But her love of linguine and mussels or the famous Abruzzo dish scripelle ‘mbusse gave her away as the Italian in the family. And her looks….what a stunner.

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Louise seated with her husband Owen Tucker and her brother Robert Pergolini

Looking back and remembering my mother ten years after her death, I see not just my mother, but Louise the person. The loving, fun, intelligent and determined woman I will never be.

We miss you enormously, big Lou.

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Little Lou and Big Lou

Winter greetings from Adelaide

Hello everyone. It’s winter here in Adelaide and I’ve been a very busy girl. My blog has been somewhat quiet but that’s just because I’ve been busy setting up a companion blog about my Italian passion, particularly the Abruzzo region. The new blog is called ‘With my heart in Abruzzo‘. It combines stories from visits to Abruzzo as well as memories, heritage and food topics related to the region. I will continue to publish posts on this blog as well. I’m going to have to be a bit more disciplined I can see! So stay tuned to both blogs if you like and drop me a comment if you want. Ciao for now. MLT

P.S. My new blog is featured on the Abruzzo Blogger Community along with other blogs that promote the Abruzzo and all it has to offer. So pop over and have a look at some of the wonderful posts!


Cornbread (and my dad)

In a few days it will be 15 years since my dad, Owen J. Tucker died. I think of him everyday. Today I made cornbread and was reminded of one of his ‘dad’ jokes. He was a mathematician and a funny guy. I can’t remember the joke, just the punchline ~ Pi (π) are round; cornbread are square. Miss you heaps dad!

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