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Congratulations Dad! To kindergarten in S. Giuseppe di Verbania Italy

Augurissimi to all the fathers from children's section, BLUE!!

BRAVISSIMO CHILDREN! :-D

And a huge thanks to the teachers as a house and Raffaella Maria Teresa! :-)

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Only the children know so well describe a united Italy: colorful and beautiful people!

Human Giant Skeletons Found

The price of dignity

Hello children,
today and I'll tell you a story I write with a blue pen, it reads better.
I was in line with my mom at the supermarket checkout when we saw a mother take two cookies and call to your child if they wanted one. I thought, but it looks nice, even the child asked him, did not miss half whim; avercene of mothers like this! What do you think?
The baby is a bit 'bored turn the trick in his hands, but over time that the other gentlemen to pay cash, if he is all mush. Then his mother tells him to put the other on the roll who have to pay, and while it grabs third and support each other. Then the child says, "After we go to the horse?"
comes And I just think, I almost do return, I take that mother there and give it to my child!
Mrs. pays, looking with indifference in the air, waves and leaves.
front of us there are two other people. At the checkout of my mother asks the clerk: "Excuse me, I know that none of my business, but the lady with the child has paid many sweets?"
"Two," answers the clerk.
Mom turns to me and says: "See Echino, dignity is not a subject that you teach the teachers in the classroom. The dignity you teach your mother in the queue at the supermarket and the price of a treat! "

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Dreams of my mother at the primary school of Foggia! :-))

From a dream another ...

... with kittens and chicks ...

... Who does not dream is a jackass! :-D

A large publishing company, Donatella Caione

Are My Tongue Web Infection?

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Multicultural Giuliana Acanfora

Dear children, this account was written by a mother as yours, it seemed very nice and I decided to share it with you. We children already know that diversity is an asset and not something to fear, but it's better to continue to repeat, do not you think? Happy reading!

At my daughter's fourth in the veins of German blood, his paternal grandmother is in fact in Berlin.

down to bring it to school I see the two Romanian girls who are opening shop under the house specialties. At the gate of the mother met baby Michelle, who is half Korean. Shake hands and come together.

I'm going to go shopping. Passing the Moroccan butcher greet the owner with a wave of his hand: his daughter Tawab is in my class. Step to make an appointment at the hairdresser, who filled the hall of photographs taken in Egypt in his last vacation. On facebook my Mexican friends posting photos of the Canary Islands. In the back is a piece of cake elderly neighbor, who was forced to a wheelchair. His caregiver is Russian, I opened the door with a grin. He has a diploma as a nurse and a lot of patience.

Adele I'm going to take you past the mosque, the very hour when dozens of Arabs leaving the church to chat and linger on the sidewalk. I put on a pasta for me and the baby. Today Marco lunch to work, I made the bento in Japanese fashion, shaping the food into funny shapes. The Lunch boxes, original, I did come from Hong Kong via Ebay.

In the afternoon the sun and go with Adele at the playground. Meet Mary that despite the Italian name has eyes that seem so slanted slits. And 'China, the daughter of restaurateurs. I still do not speak Italian, to be honest still does not speak, he just started walking, all crooked, supported by the hands. And with every step his shoes light up and emit a sound. The aunt who speaks a little but the accompanying 'Italian, a bit' of China, a bit 'gestures .... in the end we will always understand.

Adele I ask what he wants for dinner and I answered kebab. She loves to pass on that because the deli owner, every time he sees her, puts on a long skewer of fried potatoes and gives it to him.

I do not live in a metropolis but in a small town, a microcosm of lively and colorful. I am proud to be part of this small piece of the world.

rest incredulos Honestly when I hear about with fear or contempt of racial integration.

Men Who Dress In Womens Underwear

Echino win at Millionaire. Interview of primary school children of Premia

Domes on TV, "the money will be used for a water park stars

Echino WINS THE" MILLIONAIRE "

The Echino nice wins € 1 million by Gerry Scotti

DOMODOSSOLA: This morning we went to interview a famous stationery in the city last Friday that the popular Echino won 1 million euro to seguitissima TV show "The Millionaire" led by Gerry Scotti.

How did you feel after winning of the great figures?

I was so happy that I continued to do somersaults, and Gerry Scotti lost

10 kg to try to stop me.

WERE EASY QUESTIONS?

for me that I live in stationery and every day I eat at least five books, was a blast to get to the finish line!

HOW TO USE YOUR WIN? I think a grand plan: I will build a stellar water park, will be placed in the plain of Villadossola and will have 10 Olympic swimming pools to all children learn to swim Ossola, three climbing gyms which will finish in a hot water slide,

4 diving board in deep tanks 10m, with dolphins that will help to return to the surface and 12 slides and swing music for children smaller.

nice project!

Well! On the other hand ... "I am Echino and I love every child!"

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Rhyme carnival of primary school children of Premia (VB)

Yes, I know I'm late, but I can not get everywhere, so this rhyme cuccatevi carnival even though we are already in Lent.

rhymes CARNIVAL

A carnival every

anything goes

says the mountain

the moon, while

tickles her with a feather ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the teacher

the student, while

scratching a tooth ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the owl

the owl, while

go motocaretta ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the sauce

the macaroni while

playing football ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says cheese

pear while

await

bus ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the chair at the table

while drinking

a bianchino ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the journalist

to 'motorist

that went off ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says Echino to

Gerri Scotti:

" not eat

my cookies!" ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the ball to

kicker: "Do not wait

ten hours!" ...

A carnival every

anything goes

says the pencil to

marker while

walk under

umbrella.

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Rhyme Quanta want to ... (8marzo - Women's Day)

Dear children, this poem is perhaps a bit 'rough and difficult to understand, read it with mum or dad, or with your teachers and ask for help in understanding. I wrote long ago, it seemed appropriate for this occasion. A capriolina affectionate to all of you. Echino

Quanta want to ...

Quanta wants peace

of a silent cry

of precious silence

no more complaints.

The battered women, prisoners, burned

The girls used, bought, raped

implore peace.

And that baby in the womb

who knows nothing

Del grin intrusive

of a man indecently

That future shook

a dream violated.

Quanta wants peace

of a silent scream that

valuable moments

no more torment.

And a little boy playing in a meadow

Because no one has turned

In a cowardly soldier.

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great-grandmother Cristina - March 8 International Women's Day -

Dear children, today is March 8, International Women's Day and thought I'd tell you about a very special lady, my great grandmother Christina.

You see here in this sepia photo, surrounded by many small children among which is also my grandfather Virgil, father of my mother. See sometimes fate? The grandmother was not born yet Adri and her husband had already made the acquaintance of the woman who would become, many years later, her mother-in-law. Funny is not it?

great-grandmother was here just over a young girl and was a kindergarten teacher, then married the great-grandfather James, and my grandmother were born Adri and her sister.

was a very special woman, a psychologist with the third grade. Yes, because in his day could not go to school for so long, at least not all it could do, especially women. But she knew how to listen to people, read their and thought he did when he spoke with gentleness and determination, going to hit exactly where needed. So you were holding the answers that no one had given you, but above all, without even having asked why. For the children it was a disaster, the mother tells me that the lies with the great-grandmother had very short legs. There was obviously a downside and it was very good, because she never yelled at anyone, his glance was enough to understand you made a prank and to apologize and then say: "Yes, I know you did not do on purpose and I know you do not do anymore! "

And who never would have dreamed of repeating any mischief to be aware discovered even before they have thought?

You could go to visit at any time, the door of his home was always open and when they got you smile and you ask, "Are you hungry?" Maybe she and her great-grandfather had already had dinner and washed the dishes, but if you answer yes, the helmet, the world will prepare something to eat.

the evening he lay down on the couch with a red cover and wool for bouillotte watching TV and started the ritual of slow hairpins. Yes, because my great-grandmother had the bun to hold it on the head and filled him with pins and clips. My mother loved to be part of this ritual, it always tells me, jumped on the couch together his grandmother and started to rummage through his hair white and then passing the pins one by one. Once the collection is crouched next to her grandmother and was at that point that stroked her hair, until my mother, cradled in the warmth of Boulle and smell sweet and soft body of the grandmother fell asleep in his arms.

Cristina great-grandmother had the skin smooth and soft as a peach freshly picked, fragrant and heated by the sun. I think that's great grandfather was overwhelmed, because he always said to have married the prettiest girl in the country, at eighty still wore bunches of flowers for her birthday and served hot coffee in bed every morning.

In the photo above you see the great-great-grandfather James and Cristina with their granddaughters. The middle one, the most disordered, is my mom. She never admit it, but I had just finished doing somersaults in the grass when you took this photo ...

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Rhyme: The mail for me?? :-D

dear, so kind, children

await your doodles.

A nursery rhyme have in mind?

Write them down immediately!

A story you ran away?

Why am I not come?

Force mothers, the fathers

I wait here, Dewey and Louie:

a funny story,

a story from nothing,

a pun

a photo of the offspring.

Up, children, fantasy

that takes away the boredom!

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rhymes kitty chestnut

the dwarf geezer

Pinko Pallino

and Pinko Pallino

saw one day

a little man in the street,

who went

walking pretty good,

very casual

with more than one hat

one was green,

the other orange

and largest

lemon yellow.

wore three jackets

and three pants

sewn up with

one thousand buttons.

Finally, the shoes,

three extra numbers,

with elongated tip,

facing up.

Pallino said:

"But how strange!

Certainly this man

will from afar. "

Pinko said

"Maybe so,

but how it is,

finish this here."

(Ivana Marangon. The brown kitten)

The Cossack in the fur

The Cossack in the fur

the mill brings a lot

wheat with the intent

morning to find

milled flour

baked in the oven

with the roast and the outline

cakes and fruits will ...

What is it? We do not know! ...

(Ivana Marangon. The brown kitten)

between green fields

lush meadows in bloom,

graze mint

the cow Biancastella

followed very closely

games carefree

Nino, the calf,

that the bell

called the lamb

to run and jump

this side of the fence

taking a run

then catch his breath.

(Ivana Marangon. The brown kitten)

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The first gathering of young witches and wizards Alpe Devero. What do you say? This year repeat itself?

Dear Aunt Chiara Echino your grandson journalist. Can I get the report last weekend of magic in the park Veglia Devero?

It all started Friday afternoon with the presentation of the book infringed, the Sgrunfolo and Pal I newts of the Fountain House Devero. Beautiful, but especially good snack that Bruno, the owner, offered to all children.

And then on Saturday, aunt, I do not know if I have enough words to describe it ...

Witch Marguerite paints the faces of children.

Witch Fiorina and Marguerite in the report.

Witches: Fiorina, Marguerite, and Droplet Fiocchino have accepted all the kids to the lake of the Witches of Devero, but many more were expected of the thirty .. and how do you say no to a little boy who wants to participate in a spell?

The children play in the lake of the Witches

know, had to prepare a potion to turn into stone that Sgrunfolo the villain who abducted the fairy wants And all the wishes of children. First we were created for all the clothes from witches and Wizards of the wood, then served the lanterns for the evening and then we painted the stones to give to help us witches. The last came the magic potion into the great cauldron which was then placed in the bottles that we had painted. Then all at dinner and when it was dark, a lantern-swinging snake headed for the pond.

The mist effect created by a magical world, or maybe it was not her, but all the fairies and gnomes who were waiting children lit by many small lights. Aunt Clara, you should hear "Oh!" Of children. The potion was boiling in the pot and the air was sweet perfume, after reciting a chant of thanksgiving for the beautiful day, she reappeared, the fairy Desideria. A show! Impossible to describe so much magic.

The Sunday, a bunch of kids and parents started at nine o'clock in the morning to hunt the Sgrunfolo. Armed with magic potions and picnic all we walked towards the lake in the Black hardest climb, the last before reaching the goal, has been spotted for the first shit that screanzato, which I think if you made under fear, and then he , the infamous. The kids started out as arrows shouting "Death to the Sgrunfolo!" And have spread around the potion. The fact is that the being drooling monster and turned him into stone, or rather two of them because they were, there remained only the scalp: one red and one green. You should have heard that smells like rotten did! At Black Lake, we finally relaxed and watched the Tritons with Dr.. Pirocchi naturalist Paul, who told us not to touch never with dry hands because they suffer so much.

Dr. Paul tells us all about newts Pirocchi

Did you know? E.. notes I'm watching you ... Pluff! Nicola, one of our children, tried the thrill of a jump in the middle of the newts, poor things that scare you to be taken those beasts! Nicola, no. E 'became the hero of the day.

Finally, Alpe Buscagna, Laura Novello, an author friend of Viola, who arrived affixed here out of a camper enormissimo, read all his book: Flight of Giorgia, written to help the association in charge of studying mitochondrial diseases mitochondrial of children.

The descent was fast and fun. Each of us took home the excitement of a fabulous weekend.

What about Aunt Clare, also tell all the children who read this story Eco Awakening??

A big kiss from your Echino.

This report I wrote last summer. I'll propose again to know your opinion. E 'be reorganized according to you?

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The trunk of memories. Fairytale

Once upon a time ...

A girl with long hair blacks, smooth as spaghetti and shiny as silk, her eyes were of a very dark brown and a look that asked for answers to his many. He wore a red dress with flowers, gathered at the waist and with a border of white lace on the chest and the bottom of the skirt, was very proud of that dress so special and was going to pay a visit to his old grandparents.

They lived in a large house with very thick stone walls and the stone roof, and with a long wooden balcony, where his grandfather spent his days sitting, enjoying the warm autumn sun's heat and warm colors and intense of the season.

The balcony

The girl ran into the big house, opened the kitchen door on the first floor, greeted with a kiss that her grandmother prepared lunch and went upstairs humming, to the balcony.

"grandfather Hello, how are you?" He asked.

" Well thanks, you?" Said the grandfather, and offered her nuts and chestnuts, which took the wooden boxes where they were made, to let them dry in the sun.

His grandfather was a tall, thin man with white hair and blue eyes a bit 'sheer age, but with an eye still very deep. Take two walnuts in her hands and broke the shell to the kernel to feed the niece, while speaking, while there came from the meadows around the rhythmic sound of cow bells, and merry spray water in the fountain.

Fountain

"Can I ask you something Grandpa," asked the girl.

" even two, if they can answer you, little brat!" Grandpa said, laughing, knowing that it was not always easy to satisfy the demands of his granddaughter.

"What's in that trunk dusty, up in the attic?" She asked curiously.

" really want to know? Come let's open it together. "Said the grandfather.

The old attic was full of items accumulated over the years and then forgotten, but that old trunk was really impressive air of mystery. The grandfather said the little that it was the trunk of all his memories and to appreciate the content, you had to close my eyes and concentrate on the smells that would come out.

When my grandfather lifted the lid, a mix of quantity and the scent invaded the air, it was difficult to distinguish from each other and did turn his head were so intense.

Then, slowly, the girl began to feel the prevalence of one: he was a strong smell of ashes and polenta and cooked chestnuts. "This is my childhood .." Grandpa said, "... we had so many brothers and there was not much to eat: a coceva polenta is soft, soft in the cauldron hanging from the fireplace and some boiled chestnuts. I still have the feeling of an empty stomach, which growled at night. "

"What grandfather ... and this strong smell of lavender and roses to those who belong to?" Asked the child.

" This is your grandmother, when I met her, was the most beautiful girl in town and I asked to be my wife." The little girl he saw in his mind the Grandpa Young with the Sunday dress and a bouquet of roses in the field of hand, walking safely to a young woman. It was really beautiful grandmother with that look happy and in love!

"Grandpa I feel a delicate scent of soap and talcum powder. "

" are our daughters, your mother and your aunt. "he said.

" But there is also a strange smell of soil and plants, I do not understand what it is, grandfather."

" was your uncle, our eldest son who did not survive to pneumonia. "said the grandfather.

" I did not know that this child existed. It 's a sad memory, real grandfather, grandmother and why you do not ever spoken. "

" 's right, baby! "He said.

" And this bitter smell of coffee and wine? I think I can hear many people talk, talk, laugh, what Grandpa? "

" E 'we have opened a tavern that I and my grandmother, after the war, when your mom and aunt were girls, then there was the shop, we sell everything: flour, sugar, corn ... "

" It was not always easy your life, right Grandpa? "

" No, it is was, but I am happy to have lived, intensely and passionately. I hope that you too, one day, can have a trunk full of scents and flavors. If you want but that is special, do not ever deny your feelings and never stop dreaming, "said the grandfather, closing the dusty old trunk.

The paternal grandfather's house