Early October 1973, Mum's family 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 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 really 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. See, in 1973 at Tullamarine there was an outside area that you could wave goodbye to your loved one. These days you can wave all you like, but they can't see you. I'm not sure why they took that viewing platform away as it felt more special.
When Dad eventually reached Fiumicino Airport in Rome, he was exhausted and not feeling very well, but still managed to buy a postcard and write a few words on it to Mum to let her know that he had arrived safe and that he was thinking of us. We recently found a 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 sad until he saw his nephew run over and jump on him with excitement.
He rang Mum once he had settled back in his hometown and was surprised when she told him that his postcard had arrived the day after he had departed.
While in Italy, Dad's nephew Frank who is older than him was getting married. A photo shows Dad and Nonna dressed up and ready to attend the Wedding.
As much as Dad was happy to be with all his loved ones again, he was missing his other family back 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 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 he bought her a beautiful bracelet and I got a gorgeous outfit and fur coat which I loved and wore everywhere. 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 whe he came back, he was happy to see us, but 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 Skype instead of talking on a home phone if you were lucky enough to have one.
Dad would eventually return back to his hometwon of Bitritto Bari, but not for another 4 years.