Use of cookies on this web site: Farkham Hall collects no personally identifiable data in cookies. However, a number of social media and search engine companies place tracking cookies without our consent or co-operation. If you wish to avoid tracking, please read our cookies policy, where you will find links to resources that will help you set your browser accordingly.
Show Cookies Policy
Accept & Continue
Join Mailing List
Search my 'blog
Find word or phrase...
Keyword
Find posts dated...
Date
22/08/2011: The Forcchinelli Family, Luigi and Luigia with their first-born, Gina

Listening to the lovely Maria Callas singing Gounod's Ave Maria on the Farkham Hall Phonogram earlier brought to my mind a couple of people who inhabited the Hall in my early days. Luigi and Luigia Forchinelli were in service to my family for quite some time. It all came about when Luigi was brought here as a POW during World War 2 and put to labour on the Farkham's farm. Well, it seems that being a prisoner in dear old blighty was a better option than his former life as when hostilities ended, he stayed on and sent for his wife to join him.

The couple was highly musical, with Luigia playing the piano while Luigi sang, although she had a beautiful voice herself. Her favourite song was the arforementioned Gounod piece. Even though Luigi's voice was not quite out of the top drawer, she deferred to him. I remember so often seeing my father's pained expression at not being able to go into the family music room. He would sit there just repeating the words "Forcchinelli's singing again", I think.

We lost our cook and gardener when they moved south west to open an ice cream parlour in Swansea with their children Gino and Gina.

The latter revolutionised catering by opening two separate counters. One for ice cream and one for coffee so that the endless perfectionist adjustments of the Baristas didn't hold up the queue for ice cream, while they laboured in search of the perfect Crema. The counters universally became known as Forcchinelli's Hot and Forcchinelli's Cold.

My lifelong pal, Dimitri and I were thrown out having pinched the serving fork from the hot counter. Old man Luigi looked fit to burst when he shouted out "Whose got Forcchinelli's Hot fork in fork in here" (he stammered). Honesty prevailed and I confessed "Varkov and I". At this point Forchinelli Senior swore some terrible oaths and threw us into the street before we could even finish our Cassata for two, with the instruction never to come back. Shame really.

See more news items in our blog.

Post a comment on this page.Click here to request Information on blog item 3
Share this story
Link to this story (copy/paste): https://www.farkhamhall.co.uk/page_32.php?pgenme=wiblog_solus&blogsel=3
 
share us on facebook
share us on twitter
share us on pinterest
share us with a friend
get us to call you back
Where's Farkham Hall | Home | Online Shop | Calendar of Events | The Wurzeliser | The Squire's 'Blog | Gear-u-Lator | Contact Farkham Hall | Data Protection | Links

© Content copyright Farkham Hall 2019      Terms Privacy Sitemap   Layout and CMS ©The Village Websmith  contact websmith

Page generated in 0.011 seconds.