Toto Nocci died September 8 th, 1995, at age of sixty-eight years old, he had an inspiring life, giving all is youthful life to the family, surviving WWII, growing up fast as a thunder, like the one hit him at age of fifteen, with no medal or a prize to cash in his life.
Re-constructing his life, will take more than one book to, authoring his life make me shudder, Brividi to my Skin, just thinking about his life as a boy, and what he did to survive WW2, he suffered, hunger and cold surviving during the war.
This book teaches me the value of life, or so reminds me dad recounted, the lifestyle he lived, during 50's and 60's, a man with many faces, also forbidden he did with his siblings. Surviving poverty, was the order of the day for Toto. With his beautiful smile impressed everyone, even his own mother, He would made you happy and a fool at the same time. A person you couldn't say no to him. It was a time in which it made me cry reliving his life story.
Since I am the writer/author of this book, for one reason to another, I never had the courage to Rebuild his life story, was not easy, for what I remember or learned from him and his sibling's, telling me all about the life they lived during WW1 and WW2, the most important part was!!! What I learned from my Grandma Nicoletta before she died 1965.
Dedicated to my grandmother Nicoletta, and my father Salvatore
