Rests, in the shadows of his
Acceglio, September 27 1925 - Montenidoli, October 19 2012.
A few words on his great, rich, and varied life:
He wrote his verses where
they came, without worrying of their fate. His tales were always new, seasoned
by his rich experience.
As a child his father used to call him
"Know-it-all" because he was always thinking, always imagining, coming up with
stories to tell his mates as they walked to the school in town.
of life is being able to live it in a healthy body, with innocent
"Precious is the time / of every life / unique moments / each
the source / of experience". Sergio tenderly wove time.
The messanger between the partisans and his father, who
ran the power stations, and thus they saved the three power stations of the
The shrapnel from a bomb cost him his right eye and peppered
his body, remaining with him for the rest of his life.
He remembers taking
Franz, who wanted to meet some partisans, to the Locanda di San Michele, where
there was a group of young men playing cards with their loaded guns at their
"Viva l'Italia!" cried Franz, raising his glass..."Viva la
Germania!"...replied the young men....
El Pastre D'Asej
The Pastor of Acceglio: The mountains were
his and he knew the rocks, the lakes, the springs, the trails, and the most
He escorted those who needed to cross the border when times
were hard, and was an outstanding guide for vacationers in times of peace.
He was the person to turn to for many, and never withheld attention or aid.
He held people sacred, and would rather suffer a tort in silence than
raise tensions or argue.
He wrote: "I have never been
a teacher, but loved to discover the world with children."
At the age of
21, having finished the Magistrali school in Mondovì and being enrolled
at the Università di Torino, he was called to teach in his valley.
Many of his students had to make due with elementary school, and he enriched
their experiences with notions from the higher schools.
In Genova, at the
Embriaco, his classes were for both the rich from Carignano and the poor from
Via Madre di Dio, and they all became his friends for life.
Without ever flaunting it, he was the pillar who gave new life
to Montenidoli. He came to this land with Elisabetta and nine children in need
of help, and, true poet that he was, immediately felt its magic.
love and his hard work he reawakened the abandoned fields, the vines, and the
He chose to remain in the shadows, leaving to
Elisabetta the task of bringing Montenidoli's wines to the world.
the great oak, giving warmth, strength and courage to all those who have
worked, work, and will work for Montenidoli.
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