• Dad with his two friends in Bitritto in 1957
  • Dad's International Driving Permit which he had gotten before his trip back home to Bitritto, Bari.
  • My brother Frank proudly holding our sister Linda who was about a month old.
  • Mum and her family waiting for Dad's plane to take off.
  • Dad's first trip back home to Bitritto, Bari. It's 1973.
  • A postcard of the Basilica di S. Nicola sent from Dad to Mum
  • This is the air mail envelope stamped 25.10.73 which Dad had posted to Mum and us with his unforgettable letter inside.
  • Dad's first letter back to Mum. It's dated 9-10-73.
  • Dad bought me back this gorgeous outfit from Italy in 1973. I loved it and wore it everywhere.
  • This is my adorable cape jacket that Dad bought back for me in 1973.  I loved it and wore it everywhere. I still have it and I can't wait to see it on one of my Grandkids one day.

Early October 1973, a few of Mum's siblings picked up Dad and Mum and headed to Tullamarine Airport. Sadly, we had to stay back with family as there was no more room in the car. Dad was going back to Italy to see my Nonna. He was really sad and missing his Mum and all his family that maybe a trip back home might be what he needed. Financially times were a little tough, but they borrowed the money as Dad really needed to go.

Dad flew with Alitalia Airlines and I have just recently found a photo of Mum and her family outside waiting to say goodbye to Dad who was already on the plane. Luckily in 1973 at Tullamarine there was an outside area that you could wave goodbye to your loved one and they could see you from the platform. Sadly, they took the outside viewing platform away so these days you can wave all you like, but they can't see you. I'm not sure why they took it away as it felt more special knowing that your loved ones were still there until you took off safely.

When Dad eventually reached Fiumicino Airport in Rome, he was exhausted and not feeling very well, but still managed to buy a postcard.  He wrote a few words on it to Mum to let her know that he had arrived safely and that he was thinking of all of us. We recently found the letter that Nonna had written to Mum and told her how happy she was that she would be seeing Dad again. She also said to tell him that his brothers and nephew would be picking him up from Rome. By the time the letter had arrived, Dad had already left. There were no mobiles like today, but fate would make Dad miss the second plane to go to Palese Airport in Bari. He was sitting there tired and a little sad until he saw his nephew run over and jump on him with excitement. Dad would write this to Mum in his first letter to her.

He rang Mum once he had settled back in his hometown and he was surprised when she had told him that his postcard had arrived the day after he had departed. While in Italy, Dad had also attended his nephew Frank's Wedding.

As much as Dad was happy to be with all his loved ones again, he was also missing us back home in Australia. Mum had written back to Dad within days of him leaving and Nonna would tell Mum in years to come, that when Dad received her first letter, he was emotional and teary. This is when my Nonna realised that he was truly happy with the new life that he had made for himself.

He loved being with his Mum and spending lots of time with his big sister Santa. They had a deep connection and were very close. They were both quick witted and always made others laugh and happy.

Dad bought us back lots of memorable gifts from Italy. Mum tells me that he bought her a beautiful gold bracelet and I got a gorgeous outfit and fur cape jacket which I loved and wore everywhere. I still have it. He bought my brother Frank pants and a striped jumper which I can remember Frank wearing and Linda was a baby so he bought her back baby outfits.

Dad was away from us for six long weeks and when he came back, he was happy to see us, but also a little sad as he didn't know when he would see his family again. Times were tough for migrants as they never had the social media that is around now. Imagine if they could have talked and seen each other through our current technology instead of talking on a home phone if you were lucky enough to have one.

Dad would eventually return back to his hometown of Bitritto Bari, but not for another 4 years. This time though, it would be with all of us.

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