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di Mario M. Merlino Raccontava sempre mio padre uno di quegli aneddoti, che tanto ci tenevano attenti, le mie sorelle ed io, a tavola (suppongo anche per distrarci dal piatto scarso negli anni dell’immediato dopoguerra) e che ci hanno, credo, condizionato a divenire, tre di noi, insegnanti oltre che roditori di ogni genere di libri.
di Mario M. Merlino Il ramo paterno della mia famiglia viene da Torino. Seguendo l’onda lunga della breccia di Porta Pia, il 20 settembre del 1870. Direttamente da Palazzo Carignano dove mio nonno e le sue sorelle vivevano, essendo il padre maestro di spada dei Savoia, e ricordavano d’aver visto, dai finestroni interni del palazzo,