The Colariccio Family and Their Situation, by Filippo Colaricci
"My father Felice was often telling us stories of Nicol'Angelo Colaricci , who was a cook at the bishop's seminary. This first Nicol'Angelo, I do believe, lived in the 1700 century because my father was born in 1858 and he was the 4th son of the family. So, Felice's father, Filippo, would have been born in the beginning of the 1800 century. The father of Filippo, Nicol'Angelo II, would have been born in the 1700 century.
So the first Nicol'Angelo was a cook at the bishop's seminary. My father said that the students at the seminary were lamenting that the maccaroni were not cooked right. Some students said the maccaroni were over cooked, and others said that they were not cooked enough. This was often lamented, and the cook was tired of that.
See, what he did was when the water in the pot started boiling, he put in a few maccaroni. Five minutes later he put in a few more and continued until ten minutes before he took the maccaroni out, put them in the big deep plate and put it on the table. The students eating the maccaroni said "What is this? Some maccaroni are over cooked and some are still hard!" The cook said, "You young kids do not know what you want the maccaroni are cooked at your desire. Choose from them as you like!".
Another time the students said, "We do not want to eat the left over food from yesterday." So the cook went to the Bishop and said, "the students do not want to eat any food that was left over from the day before." The Bishop said, "Anything that remains left over, take to your family." So every night the cook put the left over food in a basket and took it home to his family.
In Boiano at that century, there was no electricity yet. There were only lanterns burning kerosene, and the streets were dark. One night the cook was going home, and when he was half way there, he was stopped by three youths who took the food he had away from him. He went home where his family was waiting to eat the food he was bringing every night. He said to this family, "There was no food left." The second night the youths took away the food again. So the cook said to his family, "There was no food left over".
The day after, the older brother said to the other two brothers, "Tonight we will go spy on our Father to see if he is bringing along any food." At night, the three brothers took a piece of wood with them and went to spy on their Father, hiding in a dark place. Then they saw their Father coming out of the seminary door and carrying something.
Their father arrive at that such place where the same youths stopped him to take away the food. His sons walked up to them and started hitting the youths so that one of them started screaming and layed on the ground. So the Father and his sons went home.
At home the Father scolded his sons for what they did. The two youths took the one that was badly hurt to the police station and said that the seminary cook was stealing something every night from the Bishop's seminary. "We tried to find out what he was stealing, but his sons came out with a piece of wood in their hands and started hitting us. Look at the face of our friend." The police marshal sent two police to arrest the seminary cook and his sons.
In the morning, at the seminary it was reported that the cook did not come to prepare breakfast for the students. The police came to tell the Bishop that "the cook was arrested. Your excellency will have to come to the police station to find out what the cook did." So, at the police station the police marshal said to the Bishop, "At the seminary, the cook is stealing food." The marshal explained the report of the youths, and how the cook's sons hit them very badly. The Bishop said, "No! That is not true", and explained that he gives the cook permission to take the food home. The marshal sent the police to get the cook and his sons. When the cook saw the Bishop he started crying. The Bishop said, "Nicol'Angelo, what happened?" The cook explained the whole thing. The police marshal released the cook and his sons, and sent the police to arrest the youths for false reports.
In the 1700 century or before, Italy was states of Counts, Barons, Mar-Kezes that were all independent. Often, war started between them. Boiano was under the county of Count Pantone, who live at his castle in Civita, a little village. The count was childless. When he was very old, he did not want to give his county to another count. So, he gave his county to the Bishop. At the county time, the people who worked the counts' land were called Contadini. Even in my time, that name was still being used.
The Bishop sent word to the Contadini to come to the Bishop to make a deal so tehy could own the land. In a short time, lots of land was given to the Contadini people who paid the Bishop one bushel of grain for every acre of land. After the cook was released, the Bishop asked the cook to take a piece of land, 15 acres big at the north end of the flat land. The cook said, "I have to ask my sons." He asked his sons and they agreed and took the land.
At this time, the Colaricci people just owned a house. So years later, they took another piece of land farther up north, and there, years later, they built a 12 room house, developed the land and planted grape plants. This was the time of Filippo ( Felice's father ), the son of Nicol'Angelo II. So the Colaricci family became in a good position. Felice was in the U.S., and his father, Filippo, wrote him a letter explaining to him that there was a piece of land for sale just outside of Boiano. "I will buy it if you can send the money." Felice sent him the money, and his Father bought the 3 acres of land.
When Felice came back to Boiano, Italy, the family built a four room house and used it as a stall for animals they had. The above rooms were for hay. Later they built more rooms. So in 1922, Angelo, son of Felice, wanted to get married and the family built a two room house for Angelo and his wife. Then later, four more rooms were added. The addess of this place was ## Via Colonno. That is where I lived.
This Colaricci story has been told from generation to generation, as our father told us many times, until it came to me, Filippo Colaricci."