Old George’s Incredible Story

Jim Delvecchio

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Old George used to live next door to me, in a beautiful house not far from his beloved Cronulla, the seaside suburb where he used to go walking every day, and still does to this day, to talk to the ocean about his ungrateful daughters and his vindictive ex-wife. Many times, I tried to get him to talk to me, tell me what the problem was that was making him so unhappy and sad.

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• George
• Georges
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Xlibris AU
• Date de parution: 17 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669832904
• Langue: English

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Old George’s Incredible Story
 
 
 
 
 
Jim Delvecchio
 
 
Copyright © 2022 by Jim Delvecchio.
 
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Contents
Losing loved ones
Chapter Two
Losing loved ones
It was Good Friday, March 25, just 2 days before Easter Sunday. It was indeed a good Friday, the sun was shining, glistening on the ocean at Cronulla beach, people were swimming, people were surfing, the restaurants were full of diners, coffee shops with long queues and the cappuccinos were flowing, everybody was having a good time and enjoying the great summer weather, everybody was happy. The cappuccino, made by the great barista friend, Tony, tasted particularly nice on that day, may be because it was a little later than usual. It seemed everyone was having a great day.
Not quite everyone though, not my very good, sad old friend, George. No, George was very unhappy, as he had been for quite a while now, probably wondering and reminiscing about some other Good Friday, when he was happy too, still with his family.
George was a small, sad old man. I had known for a long time that there was something wrong with him, his eyes were crying out for help, they seemed to be saying: “I’m in trouble, and I don’t know what to do”.
Old George used to live next door to me, in a beautiful house not far from his beloved Cronulla, the seaside suburb where he used to go walking every day, and still does to this day, to talk to the ocean about his ungrateful daughters and his vindictive ex-wife. Many times, I tried to get him to talk to me, tell me what the problem was that was making him so unhappy and sad.
This is the incredibly cruel story, he finally agreed to tell me about on that “good” Friday, between sobs and tears. Finally last March he decided he would confide in me.
His heart was completely shattered, he said, by his own daughters and his ex-wife. I could not help being moved while he recounted what they had done to him, without the remotest possibility of it being true, he said.
And here is what he said while sipping on a large cappuccino at, where else? Cronulla, of course.
“On at least three other occasions throughout my life, Jim, George said, I felt like I was going to die. I felt like my world was coming to an end. It’s a feeling of incredible anguish, of fear, and not just fear of death, more like fear of losing the people I love, fear of losing my family, like not seeing them ever again, a fear of being alone and lonely. And that feeling is again with me right now and has been with me for a long while, years. My family was everything to me. Losing that, I lost everything.”
The first time that great fear entered his heart was when he was only about 5 years old, back in the old country. It was about 1940. The war was on then and the whole country, indeed, the whole world, was upside down. George said he could remember the sirens blaring loudly from time to time and the whistles of bombs coming down followed by huge thuds, people screaming, children crying, including George, his whole family running to the shelter, some underground hiding “safe” place, while he wet his pants from fear, every time.
That was the first time George felt this sense of loneliness, fear of losing his family, mum, brothers and sisters, his dad. He couldn’t understand how it would be possible to live without his sisters and brothers, and mum and dad. He remembers once saying to his mum: “mum, what happens if we die, I will never see you again or the rest of the family”. And mum used to reply: “No, we are not going to die¸ we will be ok, you will see”.
“Yes, he used to say, but what if we do die, I won’t see anybody anymore”. He really didn’t think mum ever understood how deep that feeling of anguish was. As it turned out, they didn’t die, mum was right after all.
It happened again, George remembered, many years later. He was about 20 years old then, he thought his world was going to come to an end again.
George thought that because his family was very large (there were 9 kids), there was a constant need of more money, he was sort of forced to migrate to Australia, like it was the end of the world. In those days going back home was not as easy as it is today, mainly because it took about a month on a ship to get there and, of course, a month to come back, and it was very expensive. Plus, the fact that he would not be able to get the time off from work.
At the time he didn’t know anything about his new country, nor did he know a word of English. He remembered very well when he was on the ship leaving the port of Naples, on the way to Australia, his deepest fear of never seeing his loved ones once again struck in such a bad way that he just went to his cabin and cried and cried. Of course, he was on a ship. Planes were not as accessible to poor people then.
Chapter Two
The latest episode, the one that was now destroying George’s life, happened just a few years ago.
And that was precisely what drove poor old George to almost suicide. On this last occasion: his family, his daughters, and his ex-wife, from whom George had been separated for about a year or so; Then George and his wife restarted seeing each other again thanks to his insistence they make up, he said he thought they had made a mistake, and all was well, until one day:
George went on:
They, his wife and daughters, for some inexplicable reason, suddenly, out of the blue, accused him of a horrible crime, without checking their facts or seeing any expert on the matter, they said they had books that proved they were right…, incredible. Of course, George thought, they did not know what they were talking about. Why they did that, to this day, he still didn’t know. He had an idea that, maybe, his wife was seeing someone else and just wanted to get rid of him, because of the incredible accusations they made against him.
It all started in late August 2005, when he was informed by his oldest daughter that things were wrong, very wrong, with him and the relationship with her and the rest of the family, including, and above all, his ex-wife from whom he had been separated after 42 years of a not-always-happy marriage, for about a year or so, then had made up again.
The marriage split up (separation, not divorce) had happened in October 2002, just after George returned from an overseas holiday. His wife did not want to go on that trip, although she had done many other times before. So, he decided to go by himself, much to his regret.
She said, at the time:
“That’s all you ever want to do: you want to go back to the old country over and over again”.
Which was true and he did not see any reason why not; Italy was his place of birth, he loved it as he still did and he still had some family there, and, after all, he had spent over 40 years in Australia working very hard and providing very well for the whole family, including helping all of their three daughters get a university degree.
For the rest of that year (2002) and the year after that (2003) he was devastated, felt very lonely, he missed his family immensely.
Early in 2004, after many requests, his wife agreed to see him again. He said he thought they had made a mistake separating and so he was visiting her at her place a few times a week. He was helping her with her housework, shopping, cooking, lawn mowing, maintenance work to her house and, generally, in any way he could. He really wanted badly to make up with her and perhaps return to what it was like before the separation. George still loved is wife.
That went on until August 2005, when, only God knows why, his wife and daughters really destroyed his life.
For days and weeks, George could not get in touch either on the phone or on the email with her or any of his daughters or anyone else.
Finally on that horrible September 8, 2005, his eldest daughter, out of the blue, phoned him and said:
“Dad, there is something very wrong, what have you done?”
What are you talking about? I have not done anything, what’s the problem? What’s the matter? I tried to talk to your mother on the phone, but she said there is nothing wrong. I then rang one of your sisters, but she did not want to talk to me. I am now going to see your younger sister, and see what the problem is, what’s come over your girls, what is the matter, tell me, please.
“No, she said, don’t go to see her, she’s very upset, you’d better not go there.
Why is she so upset? What happened? OK then, you tell me what the problem is, and I won’t go. Everything was all right yesterday, so what’s happened suddenly?
“There’s talk about Pam’s children having been