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o ige| flle e o n 48 [ 3 f 1 A [ How IIly fatl 1CT became a wartime 1nternee M “(, ja â€"~ berksf * . «7‘ and learned to play the piano | ts | ® | § feeapeapuee pay _ MSV 7705 _ fls f Feb. 5, 1929 pog tm T. on [apmpnmmmmmen rem In January L heard about looting.I saw men walking home : EOnmy ninth RWR® _ W w _ ) rationing and going home. I . with tables on their heads. One bifthday, my MBR s U 0 O 9 (9ss . | | | _ couldn‘t have cared less about the. woman carried four chairs and hk i father, born in [N °_ %:. NR _ |â€" first, but I was glad to be home . calmly crossed the street to a bus . m > Eginburgh, WB ts |_ n BP | j “1 l d with my father and mother, . to take her prize home. # i â€" ; Sépfil and, of \ Lo | t + x f <~6, 008 "Things have changed in I asked my father‘s best friend, is $ | Italian parents, PMA || _ | % | |\ \_| _ Edinburgh," my father said when Jock Mclean, why there were i iqgug sald| "Happy )/ T * 2 NO | % he met us at the station. "They . riots and internment of Italians. . e * © q birth d a y , M&,{{&,%r _ No: C e 23â€"*»,! _ |_. call us Dirty Tallys now." He said the government had w LBoardo, 1 Lsl oaRt, 15 e \ We .. _He seldom went to the Casa . panicked. It was war hysteria. He \have a great | _ ) 8 e tgfl_fiZZ es 1 [ d‘Italia anymore. ~ said the new Prime Minister, . R p;flgsfint y for [ B & °;E?! y Winston Churchill, didn‘t want to . F > f’ I j you..You are |â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" We $ CY .“% June 10, 1940 take any chances so he told police \ % ¢ going to Ifaly!" ||> J , m . |â€" -z | I was awakened by a knock on . to "collar the lot." M ‘3?\\ cA | *Thanks, ul o ; C 5_ 30 ‘;{hg the door. Dad pub his light on, Later, I found out the police A | Dad, are you ||| | M s [ |_ "Who is it?" he asked, fumbling â€" had rounded up all Italians, éven 4 ‘gomge â€" with I < WeR || _ with his dressing gown. those who were British born, and > me?! } h "Open up, it‘s the police," a. old men who had lived and j f j (No," said [ P voice shouted. . _ worked most of their lives in hi M my dad. : "But it‘s 3 o‘clock in the Britain, fearing they might be s ""But T don‘t | Ts morning." spies. Families were divided. * speak Italian; . He unlocked the door and three Many prisoners suffered in T‘lWbe lost." c policemen rushed into the room. camps, enduring miserable t "The Italian ~ "Mr. Guy D‘Agostino, you will â€" conditions. Dad spent almost two , 4 e government have to come with us." I . years in the York and Huyton 4 has a scheme recognized the sergeant as one . camps. We never saw him all that f for young _ Guy D‘Agostino in World War II who came into my father‘s shop time. ‘ Italian boys to â€" from time to time for a free coffee. Later, he was given a chance to # attend a Sea where I nearly drowned. He took a notebook out of his join the British Army. Mother special holiday camp at Cattolica, FEather‘s five pounds were well , pocket. : ; wrote to me at boarding school to $ _ near Rimini. They‘re like the Boy â€" spent, but I was glad to get back to "Get dressed, sir, I‘m afraid . say he was in the Catering Corps. > Scouts." Scotland again. Italy has declared war on Britain... "Don‘t worry about him," she "We can‘t afford it," said my > We have to round up all Italian . wrote, "he‘s doing what he likes, B m s mother. Sept. 3, 1939 â€" E nationals and take them to andhe‘s cooking." t "Hal hal it only costs five On a Sunday morning, Mrs., . Picardy Place police station. This I had a chance later to see my pounds, including the fare. What â€" Ferri, mother of my best friends, is all I know. I‘m sure we‘ll get dad in Slough where his regiment : a bargain." $ took us to the Presbyterian you back home soon, sir." was preparing to take part in the ‘Later, he was to find out the Church in Newtonmore, where "But I‘m not an Italian invasion of France. We were both real cost. we joined other evacuees and national, I was born here," said overjoyed. ( At Cattolica, very early in the townspeople who didn‘t have a myfather.. . . My dad sat at the piano with a motning the sound of a mournful wireless set. The speaker The younger constable grabbed _ cigar in the corner of his mouth f bugfinemcffled us to the showers. In crackled for afew seconds then Dad‘s arm and tried to put. and to my amusement, he started a neat pile we each found a shirt, BBC Home Service switched to handcuffs on him. I didn‘t see my â€" to play. 4 \ short pants and a small scarf, all Prime Minister Neville . dad for _four_ days. Mot_her toldme ... "But, Dad, you never told me | black. For three weeke we learned _ Chamberlain‘s short but wellâ€"|| he was in Satighton Jail youcouldplay.". . _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 4 tolmarch Witfiwmrfi; known speech in which he told u8 _ _ ..,__ sam "Wthes .. . «BHe winked atime, "I learned" | j«â€"»Watched) films with lots ofâ€" "This country is at war with ‘,e centre of Edinburgh lots of things in the internment | niforms (Mfound out later they Germany," Some of the evacuees looked like a battle ground.~ camps â€"even to play the piano!" | m mlp i; .. were called propaganda films) and mféfilfsmd tocry.Ifelta Pleces of broken glass were â€"Leonard D‘Agostino / . Leonard D‘Agostinous â€" \> and SWEAt in the warm Adriatic | lump in my throat. { strewn everywhere, there was Cramahe Township ‘!V wlahinecs, % S * «6 " Fager mummuncn .