I am listening to a recording of Vin DeAraugo singing GiaNina Mia. A scratchy old recording that brings tears to my eyes.
"Oh I adore, I adore you, Gia Nina mia . . .
More, more and more I adore you Gia Nina mia . . . "
It's an old sentimental song popularized in the early 20th century by Jeanette MacDonald (strangely, since it's a love song to a woman) and reminds me of myself as a child of 7 or 8 sitting in an Italian restaurant with my family. My first memory of lasagna, of real Parmesan cheese, my first taste of dry red wine --- how un-politically correct!
The song made me blush---I was certain it was meant for me. I can still remember every note, and it brings back smells and tastes and memories of a happy time.
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