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Send us a textLearn the true origin and meaning of Abruzzo surnames — shaped by medieval traditions, occupations, local saints, and the mountain villages of central Italy. Perfect for anyone researching Abruzzese roots or exploring Italian genealogy.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Evan Marinofsky and Pat Donnelly discuss the upcoming girls prep hockey season, focusing on team rankings and expectations. They delve into potential top contenders for the Elite 8 tournament, highlighting teams such as Loomis Chaffee, Andover, Williston and Cushing. They also discuss key players to watch and provide insights into which teams might surprise this season. The episode concludes with a bit of fun as they tackle hypothetical hockey scenarios in the Overtime segment. NEPSAC, girls prep,  Elite 8, prep hockey Topics 00:40 Girls Prep Hockey Focus 01:12 Team Rankings and Insights 02:55 Top Contenders Analysis 03:51 In-Depth Look at Loomis Chaffee 05:14 Andover's Strengths and Challenges 07:24 Williston Northampton's Potential 08:41 Nobles and Cushing Overview 11:58 Dexter and Deerfield Prospects 13:58 Tabor and Exeter Evaluations 16:28 Rivers and Beyond 18:50 Next-Tier Teams 20:21 Team Analysis: St. Paul's and New Hampton 21:20 Berkshire's New Lineup 22:21 Frederick Gunn and Other Teams to Watch 24:21 MVP Candidates and Top Performers 25:32 Elite 8 Predictions 27:17 Overtime: Would You Rather? 31:46 Winter Classic vs. All-Star Game 35:45 Creative Ideas for Hockey Events 37:13 Conclusion and Season Coverage

Send us a textHave you ever wondered what your Italian surname really means? We'll explore the fascinating world of Italian culture and heritage, focusing on the origins and significance of Italian surnames. From common names like Bianchi and Rossi to the most unusual Italian surnames you may have never heard of, we will uncover the stories behind these "cognomi italiani." Whether you are Italian by birth or simply interested in learning more about this rich cultural heritage, this video is for you. So sit back, relax, and get ready to discover the hidden meanings behind your Italian surname.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

Send us a textDiscover the fascinating world of Italian culture and heritage with the help of cutting-edge AI technology with Moreno Brusauro. In this video, we explore how artificial intelligence is making it easier for people to discover their Italian roots and connect with their ancestral heritage. From tracing family trees to exploring the rich history of Italian culture, AI technology is revolutionizing the way we experience and appreciate Italian heritage. Whether you're interested in learning more about your own Italian heritage or simply want to explore the beauty of Italian culture, this video is for you. With AI technology, discovering Italian roots has never been easier, and we're excited to share our findings with you. Join us as we delve into the world of Italian culture and heritage, and discover the many ways in which AI is making it more accessible than ever before.Visit Italian Roots Finder to learn how Moreno's site can help you find your ancestors' documents.Access to records can be restricted by individuals in authority.Community members are willing to contribute to gain access.There are often hidden resources that require luck to discover.Local history can be difficult to uncover due to barriers.Contributions to local institutions may not guarantee access.The role of trust in accessing community records is significant.Communication with local leaders is essential for access.Community engagement can lead to better access to information.Understanding local dynamics is crucial for record access.Persistence is key in overcoming barriers to information.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Dragons fall, rumors fly, and somehow the scariest battlefield is a tea party. We dive into Secrets of the Silent Witch and unpack why this “magic school” story trades big spells for quiet, clever moves—and why that choice works more often than it should. Monica Everett's voiceless magic isn't a gimmick; it's a system. She builds spells like an engineer, crunching wind, distance, and structure into formulas that snap open problems as if they were chess positions. That brainy approach reshapes everything from mind control to barrier design, and it keeps the tension grounded even when the show sidesteps flashy battles. If you came for nonstop action, you'll get a dragon appetizer and a mystery main course. We talk through whether that swap is satisfying.The cast around Monica is a gallery of frictions and allies. Nero, the snarky familiar, and Ren, a deadpan wind spirit, steal scenes while guarding secrets. Lewis struts between menace and mentor, a barrier savant who hates being outdone. Claudia enters as a “perfect noble” and exits as a sharp, medically gifted foil. Isabel plays the theatrical “villainess,” weaponizing etiquette to defend Monica while fanning the legend she must hide. Even the chess club turns into a character crucible—where pride, humility, and a single castle move ripple through relationships. Then there's Bernie, whose insecurity curdles into obsession, and Casey, whose politics turn to sabotage. We tease out how these arcs sketch a world where class lines, new money, and factional loyalty matter as much as mana.Under the campus calm, larger stakes hum. Whispers say the first prince doesn't even want the throne. Felix sees more than he admits and may already suspect who protects him. Assassins come from the wrong side of the aisle, and an unseen power tugs on strings. The season drops intriguing lore crumbs and then wanders, so we call out pacing stumbles, the odd midseason recap, and the threads that demand a second season to resolve. Still, the art shines, the voice work feels lived-in, and the romance undercurrent adds warmth without drowning the plot. Most of all, Monica's silence reads human—strength born from anxiety, not aloofness.If you like fantasy that privileges brains over brute force, social chess over spell spam, and characters whose flaws drive the story, this one's worth your queue. Hit play, then tell us: keep the slow-burn mystery or turn up the combat next season? Subscribe, share with a friend who loves clever magic systems, and drop a review to help more listeners find us.Text us for feedback and recommendations for future episodes!Support the showWe thank everyone for listening to our podcast! We hope to grow even bigger to make great things happen, such as new equipment for higher-quality podcasts, a merch store & more! If you're interested in supporting us, giving us feedback and staying in the loop with updates, then follow our ZONE Social Media Portal to access our website, our Discord server, our Patreon page, and other social media platforms! DISCLAIMER: The thoughts and opinions shared within are those of the speaker. We encourage everyone to do their own research and to experience the content mentioned at your own volition. We try not to reveal spoilers to those who are not up to speed, but in case some slips out, please be sure to check out the source material before you continue listening!Stay nerdy and stay faithful,- J.B.Subscribe to "Content for Creators" on YouTube to listen to some of the music used for these episodes!

Send us a textIn this captivating conversation, Michael Canzanaro dives into the vibrant history of his Italian family, tracing their roots back to the enchanting Basilicata, Italy. He shares his grandfather's incredible journey to America in 1890, his dreams of becoming a fresco artist, and the hurdles he faced as an immigrant. The narrative unfolds with powerful tales of love, loss, and the vital role of storytelling within the family. Canzanaro reflects on the cherished values passed down by his grandparents, the importance of education, and the discrimination faced by Italian immigrants. He also reveals his transition from seminary to psychology and the cultural tensions in his community. The conversation wraps up with a touching story of kindness and miracles, leading to the promotion of his book, 'Papa's Story,' which beautifully encapsulates these experiences.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Papa's StoryAmerica Through The Eyes Of A Brave Italian ImmigrantDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

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Send us a textDiscover the rich Italian culture and heritage of Carlentini, Sicily, a city with a strong sense of community and tradition. This video explores the city's history, cultural traditions, and family stories, showcasing the importance of preserving Italian heritage, particularly for those who have experienced immigration and are now part of a new community, such as in Omaha. The city's sister cities program and youth exchange initiatives underscore the importance of cultural exchange and dual citizenship, enabling individuals to connect with their roots while embracing their new home. Through stories of food, language, and tradition, we delve into the heart of Carlentini, Sicily, revealing the treasures of this Sicilian city and the significance of Italian heritage in the lives of its people. Join us on a journey to explore the beauty and charm of Carlentini, Sicily, and experience the warmth of Italian culture and tradition.Carlentini - Omaha Association USASheri shares her family's immigration story from Sicily to Omaha.The significance of food in Italian culture is emphasized.Language plays a crucial role in family identity and communication.Cultural traditions are vital for maintaining family connections.The importance of teaching children about their heritage is highlighted.Sister city relationships can strengthen cultural ties.Youth exchange programs foster understanding between cultures.Challenges exist in maintaining cultural connections across generations.The journey of dual citizenship is complex but meaningful.Community involvement is essential for cultural preservation.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Send us a textIn this conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews historian and author Sal Perricone about the Italian community in New Orleans, focusing on the immigration stories of their families, the economic impact of Italian immigrants, and the tragic history of lynchings that occurred in the late 19th century. Sal shares insights from his research, detailing the struggles and contributions of Italians in New Orleans, the control of docks, and the cultural legacy that continues to influence the community today.Sal's family immigrated to the U.S. in the early 1900s.The Italian community in New Orleans had a significant impact on local commerce.Italian grocery stores were prevalent in New Orleans historically.The climate of New Orleans was conducive for Italian immigrants.The lynching of Italians in 1891 was a tragic event in history.The control of the docks was crucial for the Italian economic power.Columbus Day was established partly in response to the lynchings.Historical awareness is essential for understanding cultural identity.The legacy of prejudice against Italians persisted well into the 20th century.Sal's book aims to shed light on these untold stories.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

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Send us a textJoin me as I delve into the rich and vibrant world of Italian culture and heritage, with author Karen Tintori. This journey is not just about exploring the Italian heritage, but also about uncovering the stories of Italian immigrants who left their mark on the world. From the Detroit Italian community to the tragic Cherry Mine disaster, we'll explore the historical fiction and non-fiction accounts that have shaped our understanding of family history and immigration stories. We'll also examine the labor laws and cultural events that have influenced the Italian culture and traditions. If you're interested in genealogy research or simply want to learn more about your Italian roots, this video is for you. We'll discuss the importance of preserving Italian traditions and heritage celebration, and how historical narratives and immigration narratives can help us better understand our ancestors and their experiences. Whether you're a seasoned genealogist or just starting to explore your family history, this video will provide valuable insights into the world of Italian heritage and culture, and the many ways in which it continues to shape our lives today.www.karentintori.comTurnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Unto the DaughtersFrances, at sixteen was in love with a young barber. Her father wanted her to marry a mafia don.TrappedIn the fall of 1909, four hundred and eighty men plunged into the depths of the Cherry MineDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Hablamos de caminantes, viajeros, peregrinos, pero le agregamos un adjetivo: “noble”. Pero, ¿de qué nobleza estamos hablando? Ciertamente, nuestra nobleza no está relacionada con la sangre ni con títulos nobiliarios. La nuestra es una nobleza del corazón y, por lo tanto, solemos hablar de una “aristocracia cordial”. Esta nobleza del corazón no es un privilegio otorgado al azar ni una distinción superficial, sino un ideal que se cultiva mediante la virtud y la búsqueda de lo trascendente. Por esta razón, en algunos manuscritos heráldicos podía leerse la frase: “Nobilitatis virtus non stemma” (“La Virtud, no el pedigree, es el signo de la nobleza”), por lo cual el eje de la nobleza no es el ADN sino la Virtud. En esta imagen vemos un águila adulta haciendo que su cría observe de frente al sol, una escena simbólica que era bastante usual en el renacimiento.

El Consejo de Ministros aprobaba este martes, a propuesta del Ministerio de Agricultura, Pesca y Alimentación, un real decreto por el que se modifican diversas disposiciones sobre la Política Agraria Común (PAC) para mejorar algunos aspectos, tras tres años de aplicación desde la última reforma de ésta, que implican diversos ajustes técnicos y una mejora en su contenido. La organización agraria Asaja mostraba este jueves su “indignación” por “la forma en que la Comisión Europea y los Estados miembros, especialmente España y Francia, han negociado la renovación por vía exprés del acuerdo comercial con Marruecos”. La vicepresidenta del Gobierno de Aragón, Mar Vaquero, encabezaba la delegación aragonesa que este martes se ha trasladó a Madrid para reunirse con el embajador chino en España, Jing Yao, e intentar negociar a la baja los aranceles impuestos por China a las exportaciones de porcino.  El Departamento de Agricultura de Cataluña ha detectado un nuevo caso de dermatosis nodular contagiosa (DNC) en Cassà de la Selva (Gironès), en una explotación con 151 vacas, de las cuales cuatro han resultado afectadas. Es el décimo foco que se encuentra en Catalunya y obliga a modificar el radio de protección porque los nueve primeros focos estaban en el Empordà. Asimismo, otros tres focos detectados en el sur de Francia obligan a recalcular el radio, donde habrá que tomar las mismas medidas de contención y limitación de los movimientos que en un radio de 50 primeros kilómetros. El proceso de vacunación por la dermatosis nodular contagiosa (DNC) de las reses situadas dentro de la zona de protección en Girona se reinició el jueves, tras la llegada del segundo lote de vacunas, procedente del fondo de reserva de la Unión Europea que gestiona el Ministerio de Agricultura. Al disponer de este segundo lote, el Departament d'Agricultura, finalizará la vacunación de todos los animales ubicados en el radio de 50 kilómetros del primer caso detectado el 3 de octubre Nacida en 1963 a raíz de la unión de fuerzas de un grupo de agricultores de la comarca, la Cooperativa Los Monegros, de Sariñena, es la segunda empresa de este tipo más grande de Aragón, integrando a más de 600 socios y alcanzando una facturación que supera los 62 millones de euros. Hoy celebran su asamblea anual. Productores de cereal en Aragón califican de "golpe directo" a la agricultura el acuerdo UE-Ucrania. Señalan que el sector del cereal atraviesa ya un escenario crítico por la caída de precios. Consideran que la revisión del acuerdo UE-Ucrania genera distorsiones en el mercado. Los próximos 17 y 18 de octubre, la provincia de Teruel se han convertido en el punto de encuentro de investigadores, técnicos, agricultores, representantes institucionales y colectivos sociales en el XI Encuentro Estatal InterVegas, un evento dedicado a la protección y gestión sostenible de los suelos fértiles agrarios. Hoy sábado, a las 17:30,  Armando Serrano, director de la Fundación Casa de Ganaderos y secretario de la Real Academia de Nobles y Bellas Artes de San Luis, pronunciará la conferencia “La ganadería extensiva como antídoto contra la despoblación y los incendios. La Casa de Ganaderos y la cultura del ovino en Aragón” en el Festival En Clave de Aragón en Campo (Huesca).

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Jonah Part 17. Looking at Jonah Chapter 3 verses 7 through 10. The decree of the King of Nineveh and his Nobles. What it teaches us about genuine repentance.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino and Rita Campolongo delve into the fascinating world of genealogy, exploring their Italian roots and the stories of their ancestors. They discuss the motivations behind family migration, the impact of DNA testing on connecting with relatives, and the role of social media in modern genealogy research. Rita shares her journey of uncovering noble ancestry and the complexities of family histories, while also reflecting on the importance of understanding one's heritage. The conversation highlights the emotional connections that come from exploring family history and the significance of traveling to ancestral hometowns.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Instacart - Groceries delivered in as little as 1 hour.Free delivery on your first order over $35.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched!Start for FREEDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Angelo Parker, who shares his unique Italian-American heritage, including his experiences growing up with a dual cultural identity. They discuss the complexities of Italian citizenship, culinary traditions, and the importance of family recipes. Angelo reflects on his family's history, the challenges of tracing ancestry, and the cultural experiences that shape their identities. The conversation also touches on the impact of immigration and the significance of food in both Italian and African-American cultures.Angelo was named after his grandfather from Italy.He has a unique perspective on Italian-American identity.Citizenship in Italy is often based on blood relations.Food quality in Italy is superior to that in the U.S.Pasta water is essential for perfecting sauces.Family connections are crucial for understanding heritage.Genealogy research can uncover surprising family stories.Cultural experiences in Texas enrich Angelo's identity.Exploring ancestry requires patience and creativity.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Christian Meehan, who shares his rich family history and experiences as an Italian-American. They explore Christian's roots, including his family's migration from Italy to North America, the impact of historical events on their lives, and the cultural identity that shapes his perspective today. Christian discusses his journey to Italy, the challenges of living abroad, and the importance of connecting with one's heritage. The conversation emphasizes the value of family stories and the significance of understanding one's ancestry.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched!Start for FREEDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Meditación sobre el Evangelio del sábado de la semana XXIV del Tiempo Ordinario: la parábola del sembrador. Una de las primeras parábolas, que nos habla de lo que podemos esperar en nuestro apostolado, en la evangelización: aunque haya tierra que no da fruto, pájaros, espinas y pedregales, lo cierto es que también hay buena tierra que da el ciento por uno. El problema no es de la semilla ni del sembrador, sino de la tierra. Y la tierra son los corazones. Esperanza. Sembrar a voleo.

Send us a textDiscover the fascinating world of italian culture and heritage by exploring the secret rules behind italian names. In this video, we delve into the unique traditions and customs that shape italian first names and italian names, revealing the hidden meanings and significance behind them. Whether you're interested in learning more about your own italian heritage or simply curious about the rich history of italianculture, this video is for you. From the origins of italian names to the modern-day trends, we'll take you on a journey to uncover the secrets and stories behind these beautiful names, and how they reflect the country's rich italian heritage and italianculture. By the end of this video, you'll have a deeper understanding and appreciation of italian names and the important role they play in italianculture and italian heritage, including the diverse range of italian firstnames that are still popular today.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Dig the lost heroes of the vocal group sound with hosts Marc and Miriam as we barge into the vaults to celebrate the Spiders, El Pauling, the Nobles, the Del Lourds, the Swinging Hearts and so much more!

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Feudalism once ruled Earth—could it rule the cosmos too? We dive into the strange but plausible world of space nobles, orbital dukes, and knights of the vacuum clad in power armor or piloting mecha.Watch my exclusive video The Economics of Immortality: https://nebula.tv/videos/isaacarthur-the-economics-of-immortalityGet Nebula using my link for 40% off an annual subscription: https://go.nebula.tv/isaacarthurGet a Lifetime Membership to Nebula for only $300: https://go.nebula.tv/lifetime?ref=isaacarthurUse the link https://gift.nebula.tv/isaacarthur to give a year of Nebula to a friend for just $36.Visit our Website: http://www.isaacarthur.netJoin Nebula: https://go.nebula.tv/isaacarthurSupport us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/IsaacArthurSupport us on Subscribestar: https://www.subscribestar.com/isaac-arthurFacebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1583992725237264/Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/IsaacArthur/Twitter: https://twitter.com/Isaac_A_Arthur on Twitter and RT our future content.SFIA Discord Server: https://discord.gg/53GAShECredits:Feudal Futures - Knights & Nobles in the Space AgeWritten, Produced & Narrated by: Isaac ArthurSelect imagery/video supplied by Getty Images Music Courtesy of Epidemic Sound http://epidemicsound.com/creatorSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Feudalism once ruled Earth—could it rule the cosmos too? We dive into the strange but plausible world of space nobles, orbital dukes, and knights of the vacuum clad in power armor or piloting mecha.Watch my exclusive video The Economics of Immortality: https://nebula.tv/videos/isaacarthur-the-economics-of-immortalityGet Nebula using my link for 40% off an annual subscription: https://go.nebula.tv/isaacarthurGet a Lifetime Membership to Nebula for only $300: https://go.nebula.tv/lifetime?ref=isaacarthurUse the link https://gift.nebula.tv/isaacarthur to give a year of Nebula to a friend for just $36.Visit our Website: http://www.isaacarthur.netJoin Nebula: https://go.nebula.tv/isaacarthurSupport us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/IsaacArthurSupport us on Subscribestar: https://www.subscribestar.com/isaac-arthurFacebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1583992725237264/Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/IsaacArthur/Twitter: https://twitter.com/Isaac_A_Arthur on Twitter and RT our future content.SFIA Discord Server: https://discord.gg/53GAShECredits:Feudal Futures - Knights & Nobles in the Space AgeWritten, Produced & Narrated by: Isaac ArthurSelect imagery/video supplied by Getty Images Music Courtesy of Epidemic Sound http://epidemicsound.com/creatorSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Stephanie Detton, the creator and host of the podcast 'Italian American Stories.' They delve into Stephanie's family heritage, her journey into genealogy, and the inspiration behind her podcast. The discussion highlights the importance of storytelling in preserving cultural history, the challenges of researching family backgrounds, and the fascinating tales that emerge from Italian American archives. Stephanie shares unique stories, including the intriguing lives of her ancestors and the weird and wonderful tales she has uncovered in her research.Genealogy drives a passion for storytelling.Everyday Americans have fascinating stories worth sharing.Researching family history can uncover unexpected tales.Italian Americans have a rich cultural history in the U.S.Podcasts can be a powerful medium for storytelling.Unique stories often come from local archives and newspapers.The importance of community support in creative endeavors.Researching names can lead to surprising discoveries.Cultural heritage is a vital part of identity.The podcasting journey can evolve from personal interests.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino and Stephen Pishner delve into the rich tapestry of Italian heritage, exploring family roots, migration stories, and the cultural connections that bind them. Stephen shares his journey of uncovering his family's history, the significance of names, and the impact of immigration on identity. The discussion highlights the importance of reconnecting with family in Italy, the mysteries surrounding family secrets, and the vibrant Italian culture celebrated through music and festivals. Stephen's passion for his heritage shines through as he reflects on the remarkable stories that shape who we are today.Website for AMICI: amiciwv.comWebsite for Stephen Pishner: https://italiawv.wixsite.com/pishnermusiciTunes link for AMICI: https://music.apple.com/gb/artist/amici/1536501155iTunes link for Stephen Pishner: https://music.apple.com/gb/search?term=stephen%20pishner Spotify link for AMICI: https://open.spotify.com/album/5Yqeb0tWCbnusLzO36NPRnSpotify link for Stephen Pishner: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6dtB4xueN4MnNp5MYZJaCVYoutube Pishner Faith Playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDaSxfyno_icgiZJehPv3pJSkRLwm2o-ZAMICI Youtube Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKqHndE5qNE&list=PLDaSxfyno_icgy2xeV0bfTOkugM5yUSE9AMICI Italian Style Playlist Plus: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDaSxfyno_ifmQtFoCaNANCXKaXfR5tEq&si=SPaugxTyk17BScK5Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Si vous imaginez un noble du XVIIIe siècle, vous le voyez sans doute coiffé d'une perruque poudrée, les joues roses et le visage d'une blancheur presque surnaturelle. Ce teint pâle, loin d'être un simple effet de mode, était un véritable marqueur social. Mais pourquoi donc les aristocrates se poudraient-ils ainsi la peau en blanc ?La réponse tient à la symbolique du teint dans les sociétés européennes de l'époque. Dès la Renaissance, et surtout sous l'Ancien Régime, la blancheur du visage devient le signe ultime de distinction. Avoir la peau claire signifiait que l'on appartenait à une classe oisive, qui n'était pas exposée au soleil. À l'inverse, une peau bronzée ou hâlée évoquait le travail manuel, les champs, les basses classes. Se blanchir le visage, c'était donc afficher son statut, son raffinement, et surtout… son absence d'activité physique.Pour obtenir cet effet, les nobles utilisaient des poudres à base de plomb blanc ou de fard céruse, un mélange toxique de carbonate de plomb. Ce produit, appliqué sur le visage, masquait les imperfections et donnait cette pâleur recherchée. Mais il avait aussi un effet désastreux : le plomb est un poison lent, qui provoquait ulcères, chute des cheveux, atteintes neurologiques… Ironiquement, plus le teint devenait abîmé, plus il fallait de maquillage pour cacher les dégâts. C'était un cercle vicieux.Outre le plomb, certains utilisaient aussi des poudres à base de farine de riz ou de fécule, moins nocives mais moins couvrantes. On complétait souvent le maquillage par des mouches, ces petits morceaux de taffetas noir collés sur la peau pour masquer les boutons ou accentuer la blancheur du teint. Elles pouvaient aussi transmettre des messages amoureux ou politiques selon leur position sur le visage !Mais cette mode n'était pas uniquement réservée aux femmes. Les hommes de cour aussi se poudraient, surtout dans la France de Louis XIV et Louis XV. Cela faisait partie d'un ensemble de codes très stricts de l'élégance et de la courtoisie, notamment à Versailles.La Révolution française a marqué la fin de cette esthétique. Le maquillage blanc, désormais associé à la décadence aristocratique, est devenu symbole d'orgueil et de superficialité. À partir de là, un teint plus naturel, voire légèrement bronzé, devient progressivement à la mode.En résumé, si les nobles se poudraient la peau en blanc, ce n'était pas seulement pour être “beaux”, mais pour manifester leur rang, leur pureté supposée et leur pouvoir. Une pratique aussi politique qu'esthétique, où le visage devenait le miroir d'une société hiérarchisée… jusqu'à l'excès. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

We're talking all about Cybersecurity with Dr. Calvin Nobles, (Ret.) U.S. Navy Cryptologic Warfare Officer and Dean of Cybersecurity & Information Technology at University of Maryland Global Campus. We unpack the threats that exist all around us including how the military is defending against rogue nations, evolving AI, and drone technology. Nobles shared the threats he witnessed while commanding Cyber Operations for the US Navy and his time at the National Security Agency. We also learned about cyber security education pathways and the certifications required for jobs in this rapidly growing field, which is actively recruiting veterans. For more on cybersecurity opportunities, connect with Dr Calvin Nobles here: https://www.linkedin.com/in/calvinnobles/ To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Send us a textIn this conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Vincent Maione, the chairman of the New Jersey Italian Heritage Commission. They discuss Vincent's family's immigration story from Italy to New Jersey, the rich Italian heritage in the state, and the commission's efforts to promote Italian culture and history in schools. The conversation also touches on the importance of maintaining cultural identity, reflections on family history during wartime, and the role of Italian Americans in shaping the community.Vincent's family immigrated to New Jersey in 1964.The New Jersey Italian Heritage Commission was established to preserve Italian culture.The commission aims to integrate Italian heritage lessons into school curriculums.Vincent emphasizes the importance of cultural pride and education.New Jersey Italian Heritage CommissionPreserving and Promoting Italian Heritage in New Jersey Our Mission The New Jersey Italian Heritage Commission (NJIHC) is committed to preserving, promoting, and celebrating the rich cultural heritage of Italians and Italian Americans in New Jersey. Through education, community engagement, and advocacy, we ensure that Italian contributions to history, arts, and society are recognized and honored for generations to come.Our Vision We envision a future where the legacy of Italian heritage continues to inspire and educate, fostering a deeper understanding and appreciation of Italian culture among all people. By developing educational programs, cultural initiatives, and historical preservation efforts, we aim to keep the Italian spirit alive in the Garden State.Our Commitment to Education At the core of our mission is a dedication to education. The NJIHC has developed a comprehensive K-12 curriculum designed to integrate Italian and Italian American history, culture, and achievements into classrooms across New Jersey. This curriculum, aligned with state educational standards, provides students with engaging lessons that highlight the profound impact of Italians on American society.Beyond the classroom, we further our educational mission through public programs, cultural events, and community initiatives that bring Italian heritage to life. From book lectures, workshops to art exhibits and storytelling, we aim to educate and inspire individuals of all ages about the contributions of Italians in New Jersey and beyond.Our Goal Our goal is to provide meaningful resources, events, and collaborations that highlight the impact of Italians in New Jersey. We work with educators, community leaders, and cultural institutions to integrate Italian heritage into schools, promote Italian American achievements, and support initiatives that strengthen our community.To learn more about our work or to get involved, visit njitalianheritage.org.Contact: Executive Director - Margaret Fontana mfontana@njitalianheritage.org Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Episode 157 | Nobles Darby IV – Rooted in Christ in the World of Pro SportsIn this powerful conversation, we sit down with Nobles Darby IV, chaplain for the Cleveland Browns, Cavs, and Cleveland Charge, and a leader with the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. From his childhood vision of God's presence to his journey through personal struggles and redemption, Nobles shares how faith has guided him into a unique calling — serving athletes, coaches, and their families in the high-pressure world of professional sports.We dive into:What it means to be rooted in Christ while serving in pro sportsThe role of a chaplain in the NFL and NBAHow athletes quietly battle loneliness, identity, and trustThe balance between ministry, family, and personal restNobles' powerful testimony of grace, calling, and obedienceThis episode is a reminder that faith is not just about words, but about presence, consistency, and living authentically in whatever space God places you.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews award-winning author Carmen Amato, who shares her Italian heritage and family history, particularly focusing on her roots in Calabria. They discuss the journey of Italian immigrants to the United States, the challenges they faced, and the vibrant Italian-American community in upstate New York. Carmen reflects on her upbringing, the influence of her family stories on her writing, and her experiences during World War II. She also shares insights from her career in the CIA and how it has shaped her fiction writing. The conversation touches on travel experiences in Italy, the importance of genealogy, and the secrets of family history, culminating in Carmen's future writing projects.Carmen Amato is the award-winning author of 18 mysteries and thrillers. Starting with Cliff Diver, her Detective Emilia Cruz mystery series pits the first female police detective in Acapulco against cartels, corruption and social inequality amid the search for Mexico's missing. Optioned for television, National Public Radio hailed it as “A thrilling series.”Carmen's Galliano Club historical fiction thrillers include Murder at the Galliano Club, which won the 2023 Silver Falchion Award for Best Historical. Her standalone political thriller The Hidden Light of Mexico City was longlisted for the 2020 Millennium Book Award.A 30-year veteran of the CIA where she focused on technical collection and counterdrug issues, Carmen is a recipient of both the National Intelligence Award and the Career Intelligence Medal. Originally from upstate New York, after years of globe-trotting she and her husband enjoy life in Tennessee. Website: https://carmenamato.net/linksNewsletter: https://mysteryahead.substack.comFacebook: https://facebook.com/authorcarmenamatoInstagram: https://instagram.com/authorcarmenamato Carmen Amato's family hails from Calabria, Italy.Italian immigrants faced significant challenges upon arriving in the U.S.The Italian-American community in upstate New York is rich and vibrant.Carmen's upbringing was heavily influenced by her Italian heritage.Her writing is inspired by family stories and historical events.World War II had a profound impact on her mother's life.Carmen's career in the CIA provided unique insights for her writing.Traveling to Italy evokes a sense of home for Carmen.Genealogy research has uncovered family secrets and stories.Carmen's future projects include more historical fiction inspired by her family. Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansGalliano Club3 utcasts try to outrun the past, to end up at the Galliano Club, where trouble is always on tap.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

You already know what time it is. Midweek edition of CSN finds you just three days out from the start of the college football season; Wayne Cook is highly caffeinated, Hartzell is poking the bear, and the Godfather himself - Phil Steele - returns to the main stage for his season debut. The guys talk about Phil's magazine - which you need to get to Barnes & Nobles yesterday to get for kickoff - but there are real, actual football games to break down, people. Come for the banter, stay for the Week Zero picks which, let's be honest, you know you want.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textIn this conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Nick Cimino, who shares his journey of exploring his Italian roots and family history. Nick discusses his family's migration from Sicily to the United States, the challenges of finding Italian products in Texas, and his passion for ancestry research. He recounts his experiences visiting Sicily, connecting with relatives, and helping others with their genealogy. The conversation highlights the importance of cultural connections and the joy of discovering family heritage.For more information, check out Nick's website Ancestor Puzzles and Facebook group Ancestor PuzzlesNick's grandfather was born in Lentini, Sicily.The family migrated to Omaha due to labor demand.Chain migration played a significant role in their settlement.Nick's interest in ancestry began with a family tree project.He organized Zoom meetings during the pandemic for genealogy.Nick visited Sicily in 2022 and connected with relatives.He helps others with their ancestry research through Ancestor Puzzles.Cultural connections are vital in understanding family history.Nick's wife has Native American roots and a rich family history.The conversation emphasizes the joy of discovering one's heritage.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Italian Marketplace LLCOnline tee shirts, hoodies and more for ItaliansDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

En esta reflexión, nuestra Madre nos recuerda que el Padre derrama sobre nosotros en este tiempo una gran gracia: su presencia viva entre nosotros. Ella viene a guiarnos a Jesús, para que, con Él en el corazón, nuestras almas alcancen nobles metas y nunca se pierdan, aun en medio de la oscuridad más densa.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino speaks with Maria Teresa Quaranta about her Italian heritage, family roots, and the importance of preserving Italian culture in America. They discuss Maria Teresa's family history, her experiences growing up in an Italian enclave, and her travels to Italy. The conversation also touches on the significance of Italian cuisine, language, and traditions, as well as Maria's efforts to teach Italian heritage to future generations through her business and bilingual book.Piccolo Futuro Maria Teresa identifies mainly with being from Campania.Her great-grandmother shared stories of her immigration journey.Maria wishes she had learned the Napolitan dialect from her grandfather.Arthur Avenue is a true representation of Italian craftsmanship.Maria travels to Italy frequently, connecting with her roots.Her grandfather's town is known for one of Italy's top wines.She didn't grow up on typical Italian-American dishes.Maria emphasizes the importance of preserving Italian culture in America.She wrote a bilingual financial literacy book for children.Her grandfather instilled in her the pride of being Italian.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched!Start for FREEAndiamo a fare shopping con MariiiiIntroduce your child to the exciting world of languages and financial literacy in 2 languagesDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Curtis Nobles is the Varsity Baseball Coach for Ballston Spa High School. He's also a member of the NYS Baseball Hall of Fame.Sponsors:Bombas: Bombas offers a wide variety of sock lengths, colors, and patterns that have you covered, whether you're working out, going out, or lounging at home. If you want to upgrade your sock game to one that's more comfortable, durable, fashionable, and charitable, head over to ⁠Bombas⁠ to browse their full collection of everyday wear and don't forget to use code CDSF20 for 20% off your first order.ANCORE. Named the best portable cable machine by Men's Health Home Gym Awards. Head over to ⁠ancoretraining.com/cdsf10⁠ and use promo code CDSF10 for $50 off your order today.Drink Alchemy. By combining the most potent organic nootropics found in nature – Drink Alchemy delivers sustainable boosts to creativity, memory, energy, & focus in one epic beverage. Enjoy the benefits of real ingredients, natural nootropics, and live with your Mind Unbound by going to ⁠drinkalchemy.co⁠ and use code CDSF at checkout for 10% off your order today.Thorne. Thorne vitamins and supplements are made without compromise: quality ingredients ensure your body optimally absorbs and digests your daily supplements, while in-house and third-party testing ensure you're getting exactly what you paid for. Thorne's selection of high-quality supplements can help improve your quality of life. Switch to Thorne's high-quality and extensively tested supplements today at ⁠thorne.com/u/CDSF⁠.Beat: ⁠freebeats.io/⁠ (prod. White Hot)

Send us a textJoin Bob Sorrentino in this captivating conversation as he dives into a heartfelt journey with Annette Gina and Ernesto, three lifelong residents of Corona, Queens! They share treasured tales from their childhood, family ties, and the lively spirit of community life in Corona. This engaging dialogue explores the rich cultural heritage of the Italian community, the influence of local politics, and the remarkable transformations within the neighborhood over the years. Through their personal anecdotes, they celebrate the essence of community, identity, and the enduring bonds of family and friends.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews Egizia Santilli Brown, who shares her remarkable journey from childhood in Italy to her life in Canada. Egizia discusses her experiences growing up in a small Italian town, the vibrant festivals that marked her childhood, and the challenges of immigrating to a new country. She emphasizes the importance of community, family traditions, and the preservation of cultural identity through language and food. Egizia's passion for teaching Italian and sharing her heritage shines through as she reflects on her life and the lessons learned along the way.Her childhood in Italy was marked by simplicity and community, with shared resources among neighbors.Festivals in Italy were vibrant and community-oriented, with parades and celebrations that brought everyone together.Immigrating to Canada at a young age, Egizia faced the challenges of adapting to a new culture and language.She became a translator for her family and community, helping others navigate life in Canada.Egizia's experiences reflect the strong ties of family and community in Italian culture.The importance of preserving cultural traditions, such as food and language, is emphasized throughout her story.Learning Italian involves understanding the nuances of pronunciation and grammar, which can be challenging for non-native speakers.Egizia's passion for teaching Italian stems from her desire to share her heritage with others.The conversation highlights the differences between life in Italy and North America, particularly in terms of community and family dynamics.Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Memories of an Abruzzo ChildhoodEgizia's childhood in Abruzzo, Italy, is brought to life in her collection of captivating stories.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

0:00 How does Rambam intend to extract us from exile?2:30 Rabbi Akiva as the great teacher whose Torah completes the Messianic teaching6:30 The need for the Torah to be clarified and for its meaning to be unlocked10:00 In what sense Rabbi Akiva is called a "prophet"18:30 The diminished significance of the Messiah as an individual man of great wisdom and prophetic power24:00 Allusions in the Guide to the role of Rabbi Akiva and his new teaching30:00 What is the "new teaching" predicted by the prophets and who will teach it? 31:00 The teaching of Rabbi Akiva about what makes a human perfect: Do not say, "Water, water"34:45 Moshe went beyond human capabilities; the rest of humanity requires a way to approach God without transcending human limits46:30 The meaning of the word "water"; equivocal terms and parables54:20 Why there is a need for a "new teaching" and what is wrong with the "old teaching"58:00 The failure of the "Nobles of the Children of Israel" in their vision of God points to the flaw with the old teaching and the problem inherent in every prophet lesser than Moshe1:05:00 The Guide is meant to rectify the problem inherent to non-Mosaic prophecy

Top topics on Outdoor News Radio this week include a discussion with Managing Editor Rob Drieslein and Editor Tim Spielman on a possible liberalization of the walleye regulation on Lake Mille Lacs. The pair also highlight a habitat and land acquisition milestone for Nobles County Pheasants Forever. Then DNR Commissioner Sarah Strommen joins the program […] The post Episode 549 – Mille Lacs walleyes, Nobles County PF, DNR Commissioner Sarah Strommen, WI bear attack appeared first on Outdoor News.

(00:00-21:31) Joe Buck will be joining us at 9:00 talking about the Cardinal reunion with Tony LaRussa last night. Felt like LaRussa's 8-Track last night. Tim's performance at Cardinal Fantasy Camp. Performance, ability effort, problematic in the clubhouse. Is Alan Benes Harrison's Brother Master? Will Clark's rant from last week. Plowhawk's OnlyFans.(21:39-43:15) Lix's Morning drop-off. What a leaderboard early on in The Open. Doug wants the grass cut at Royal Portrush. Barstool and Dave Portnoy partnering with FS1 for their college football programming. Andres Galaraga. Barstool and Pat MacAfee. Not angry, or a woman.(43:25-54:02) Is Jackson updating his LinkedIn? A cloud-based postcard for themselves. The Tim McKernan Show Podcast makes careers. "Is he ready to take the keys, big boy?" Audio supercut of Shane Gillis's monologue at The ESPYs. You did your best though, Pale.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino and Anthony Castelvecchi delve into the rich tapestry of Italian roots and genealogy. They explore personal family histories, the impact of immigration, and the significance of DNA testing in uncovering ancestral connections. The discussion also highlights the importance of traveling to Italy to connect with one's heritage and offers valuable advice for young people interested in researching their family history. Throughout the conversation, the hosts share anecdotes and insights that reflect the deep cultural ties and stories that shape Italian-American identity.TakeawaysThe significance of last names in understanding family heritage.Exploring multiple regions of Italy can reveal diverse ancestry.Immigration stories provide context to family histories.DNA testing can uncover unexpected family connections.Traveling to Italy enhances the understanding of one's roots.Engaging with family members can yield valuable historical insights.Genealogy research often requires detective work and patience.Local communities in Italy can offer connections to family history.Understanding the historical context of immigration is crucial.Everyone has a unique story worth discovering.Instagram:oriundi_https://www.instagram.com/oriundi_/Facebook:ORIUNDIhttps://www.facebook.com/groups/oriundigroupBlog:ORIUNDIhttps://oriundiblog.blogspot.com/Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched!Start for FREEFarmers and NoblesRead about my research story and how to begin your family research.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

Garnet and Steiner continue their journey from the South Gate all the way to Dark City Treno. Tot, Baku and Marcus are all feature prominently in this one, as well as the beautiful backgrounds and environments. These sequences of the game are masterfully crafted. Enjoy the podcast, and don't forget to become a part of our Patreon community if you have the means. Thanks for watching! Time Codes: 1. Intro (0:00) 2. **Listen On Spotify**: https://open.spotify.com/show/4gIzzvT3AfRHjGlfF8kFW3 **Listen On Soundcloud**: https://soundcloud.com/resonantarc **Listen On iTunes**: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/state-of-the-arc-podcast/id1121795837 **Listen On Pocket Cast**: http://pca.st/NJsJ Patreon Page: https://www.patreon.com/resonantarc Subscribe Star: https://www.subscribestar.com/resonant-arc Twitter: https://twitter.com/resonantarc Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/resonantarc Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/resonantarc TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@resonantarc

Send us a textIn this engaging conversation, Bob Sorrentino interviews director and actress Michelle Danner, exploring her journey from New York to Los Angeles, her film 'The Italians', and the importance of family and cultural heritage. Danner shares insights on acting, the significance of food in Italian culture, and her experiences in filmmaking, emphasizing the need for actors to learn their craft. The discussion also touches on personal stories about family, love, and the creative process behind her films.New York accents can add depth to characters.The film 'Italians' explores family love and forgiveness.Michelle's great-grandmother influenced her deeply.Food plays a central role in Italian family gatherings.Acting requires learning and understanding the craft.Shooting on film offers a unique experience.Cultural heritage shapes storytelling in film.Family dynamics can be both chaotic and loving.The importance of finding one's audience in film.Art and heart are intertwined in creative expression.The craft of acting is as alluring as it is mysterious, and it takes a being of great passion, insight, and determination in order to succeed.  But to teach acting – to inspire creative souls to successfully harvest those tools – requires an even greater commitment, to bring out the best in each and every actor one encounters.            That passion and commitment are the hallmarks of the career of filmmaker, acting coach, and performer Michelle Danner, for decades one of the industry's most respected and successful teachers, and now a successful director who continues to grow and expand her creative universe, hoping to set an example for her students and peers.  “The important thing is to keep growing as an artist, to keep raising the bar for yourself,” explains Danner.  “In order to be passionate, you have to keep expanding, you have to keep growing, you have to keep pushing yourself.”For Danner that meant the release of the courtroom drama “Miranda's Victim” in 2023, wrapping production on the comedy “The Italians,” and beginning production on a new film in Italy. https://www.michelledanner.comwww.allinfilms.comhttps://www.instagram.com/michelledannerla/Turnkey. The only thing you'll lift are your spirits.Buzzsprout - Let's get your podcast launched!Start for FREEInstacart - Groceries delivered in as little as 1 hour.Free delivery on your first order over $35.Farmers and NoblesRead about my research story and how to begin your family research.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showPurchase my book "Farmers and Nobles" here or at Amazon.

In this episode, Cory welcomes Alex Gallagher, head girls basketball coach and longtime faculty member at Nobles and Greenough School, a top-tier prep school in Boston. With 25 years of coaching and mentoring under his belt, Coach Gallagher shares real-world insights for parents, players, and coaches navigating the prep school basketball journey.You'll hear his direct take on how youth sports culture has shifted, why love and accountability are cornerstones of his program, and what families need to prioritize when selecting a prep school. He also reveals the hard truths about college placement—including the “D1 or bust” mindset—and explains why culture trumps hype in building lasting success.Plus, you'll learn about Shooting Touch, an inspiring nonprofit transforming lives through basketball in both Rwanda and Boston.This is a must-listen for anyone serious about basketball development, education, and making the right long-term choices.

Together they discussed the Nobles—the old prospector and the weary, frightened man. Then—utter terror struck! The Nobles Are Coming by Arthur Jean Cox. That's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.Today's featured fiction is like a bite-sized candy bar—same rich ingredients, just in a smaller package. Arthur Jean Cox, born in 1929, was a science fiction fan before becoming an author. Based in the Los Angeles area, his work appeared under a variety of names, including Ralph Carghill, Jean Cox, Gene Cross, William Dean, and John Thames Rokesmith.From the pages of Fantastic Universe Magazine in October 1954, the same publication that brought us Office Call by Charles E. Fritch and My Past is Mine by Gerda Rhodes, turn to page 125, The Nobles Are Coming by Arthur Jean Cox…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, A ruthless metal monster is programmed to destroy—and only one man can stop it. Robot Nemesis by E. E. Doc Smith.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheLostSciFiPodcastTwitter - https://x.com/LostSciFiPodInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/lostscifiguyThreads - https://www.threads.net/@scottscifiguy=========================== ❤️ ❤️ Thanks to All Our Listeners Who Bought Us a Coffee$200 Someone$100 Tony from the Future$75 James Van Maanenberg$50 Anonymous Listener$25 Someone, Eaten by a Grue, Jeff Lussenden, Fred Sieber, Anne, Craig Hamilton, Dave Wiseman, Bromite Thrip, Marwin de Haan, Future Space Engineer, Fressie, Kevin Eckert, Stephen Kagan, James Van Maanenberg, Irma Stolfo, Josh Jennings, Leber8tr, Conrad Chaffee, Anonymous Listener$15 Every Month Someone$15 Someone, Carolyn Guthleben, Patrick McLendon, Curious Jon, Buz C., Fressie, Anonymous Listener$10 Anonymous Listener$5 Denis Kalinin, Timothy Buckley, Andre'a, Martin Brown, Ron McFarlan, Tif Love, Chrystene, Richard Hoffman, Anonymous Listener Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A shattered Earth suddenly remembered poor Hathaway, marooned all alone there on Mars by the mad rush homeward. But—was Hathaway alone? Dwellers in Silence by Ray Bradbury. That's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.From time to time, we feature stories that were published in more than one magazine—often under different titles. That means we sometimes have to decide which title to use. Today, Ray Bradbury returns to the podcast with a story that first appeared in Maclean's Magazine, published in Toronto, Canada, in its September 1948 issue, titled The Long Years. A few months later, in the Spring 1949 edition of Planet Stories, the tale resurfaced under a new title on page 51, Dwellers in Silence by Ray Bradbury…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Together they discussed the Nobles—the old prospector and the weary, frightened man. Then—utter terror struck! The Nobles Are Coming by Arthur Jean Cox.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TheLostSciFiPodcastTwitter - https://x.com/LostSciFiPodInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/lostscifiguyThreads - https://www.threads.net/@scottscifiguy=========================== ❤️ ❤️ Thanks to All Our Listeners Who Bought Us a Coffee$200 Someone$100 Tony from the Future$75 James Van Maanenberg$50 Anonymous Listener$25 Someone, Eaten by a Grue, Jeff Lussenden, Fred Sieber, Anne, Craig Hamilton, Dave Wiseman, Bromite Thrip, Marwin de Haan, Future Space Engineer, Fressie, Kevin Eckert, Stephen Kagan, James Van Maanenberg, Irma Stolfo, Josh Jennings, Leber8tr, Conrad Chaffee, Anonymous Listener$15 Every Month Someone$15 Someone, Carolyn Guthleben, Patrick McLendon, Curious Jon, Buz C., Fressie, Anonymous Listener$10 Anonymous Listener$5 Denis Kalinin, Timothy Buckley, Andre'a, Martin Brown, Ron McFarlan, Tif Love, Chrystene, Richard Hoffman, Anonymous Listener Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.