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Giuseppe Borsalino 1834 - 1934 from the from the Gotisches Haus (Gothic House) Bad Homburg , Germany collection. This is going to take some time because the text portion is over 10 pages so please be patient.
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Photo: Guisppe Borsalino 1834 - 1934
Giuseppe Borsalino was born September 15, 1834, and these pages we want to precisely recall the centenary: easy and difficult thing at a time, because his life was less straightforward than might have you believe the few dates and facts that are known summarily. It it deserves, perhaps, to be told where not shut itself with the renowned teacher of a hard will and firm and intelligent hard work, tireless intent on increasingly vast designs and bold.
That these drawings he has been able to achieve honestly, honorably and with much success is a source of legitimate pride for his descendants, for the village where he was born, to Alessandria, where he carried out his admirable activities and for the country, who rightly points out, in him one of the pioneers of the great Italian industry.
Humble origins. Those who go up the short hill, near Alessandria day, on which nestles the village of Pecetto - Picetum Valentinum, ancient Roman nobility passed through the medieval marquisates! and carry-by thought a century ago can well imagine the struggles and patriarchal life that its people will have had to conduct.
Photo: "Pecetto"
The Borsalino were old people of the country. The father was <attendant> Municipal with a mean wage, in which a mother Rosa Veglio, clever and intelligent woman must have struggled just to let up on household budget. He grew alert, brisk but undisciplined. He thought only of games and pranks. The spelling book was not his strong point: last in school, but always in the first place if it was to combine some prank. Even later and it says it's never been kind to the <rascals> who gave so much trouble to our good Renzo. What is certain is that books, pen and ink were not stuff for him. His mother, poor woman, had a nice pray to Our Lady of the flaws Friars did put judgment. He wanted more. And we like raffigurarcelo while, life-threatening, leading the assault on the Church of the Beaten bell to overtake bird nests or surreptitiously penetrated through the vineyards and orchards nearby hill to get out of fruit filled pockets.
You still see, in the opposite side of the country to that where is the black silhouette of the eighteenth-century church, the hut of the old Borsalino, leaning against a big and tall tufa rock, which get tangled green tufts wild and bushy. Who knows how many times the boy will have watched the, with restless and curious eye, already the valley dotted with villages and cities, the rolling hills, the Tortonense, the great cloister of the Alps, and the river Po, which are far away and they go away. The streets of the big world, veiled in mist and mystery, the opened tentatriei to the eye, like an invitation.
He does not need to be told for a long time and one day (or rather a bad day, because it seems that his decision was made following a severe paternal lesson) fled, without his, and took, as though obeying a call of destiny, one of those streets. It must have been about fourteen years. Like Dick Wittington the English legend he brought with him, under his arm, just a little bundle of clothes. But he too the bells of Alexandria, as those of the City to its former predecessor and adventurous, that day must have predicted many and great things.
For the moment, however, the prediction that came true was that of his mother, who had once hoped to make the hatter for-that he could regain his hat even the head. Arrived in Alexandria did, in fact, the hatter, allogandosi as an apprentice at certain Sebastiano Camagna, whose shop still exists nowadays. He soon learned the craft, but that very much that he learned him only made him realize he still had to learn.
Of the time processing of the fur hat feko which originated in Piedmont around 1700, and precisely in Turin before. and then in Biella, where he planted the primefulle) it was performed entirely by hand. THE clipping the rabbit skins was done with scissors and equally with the cutting flail appropriate. On a bench it was spread skin; the worker with the concave left hand the coat and with his right he cut the bases. using sharp knife and curved. very similar to that still used by saddlers. A good cut ", as he was quick. Not easily surpassed the kilogram for each working day. The equipment was simple, a boiler.
Photo: "Birth Place of Guispepe Borsalino in Pecetto"
The so-called <arch> that sfioccava and stirred the hair by means of vibration of the strings and animals formed the two layers of the veil, which, joined together, composed the <basting>; the table for, fulling, some form and iron.
Now in the manufacture of the fur felt hat excelled at that time France and our craftsmen used to go there as a school. The Borsalino must have realized that he could not help files. And then his thoughts turned from bread. The streets of the world were always open and inviting and not led only by the excited in Alessandria. After a year of training in Alessandria and in Sestri Ponente, the boy, his manhood, he embarked once Marseille them.
His vocation was meanwhile taking texture and warmth. Giuseppe Borsalino could be thought as a child to his country, and an urchin 'go then, as a young man, by one reckless, Clie he liked to have fun dancing and making love, but those were the appearances of a great moral and physical exuberance, waiting only to be composed, it channeled and addressed to a destination. And the goal he saw before him: to work, learn, make, at the cost of any sacrifice, master of his craft, to launch his own business, treat it, enlarge it, refine it: you make your fortune and his pride. So he wanted and it was. We do not follow him in his French stages, of which we know too little. It was in Marseille, Aix en Provence, Bordeaux: agile hand, industrious, watchful and careful eye to everything, to the processing and technical organization processes.
(To be continued!)
(Click On Photos To Expand!)
Photo: Guisppe Borsalino 1834 - 1934
Giuseppe Borsalino was born September 15, 1834, and these pages we want to precisely recall the centenary: easy and difficult thing at a time, because his life was less straightforward than might have you believe the few dates and facts that are known summarily. It it deserves, perhaps, to be told where not shut itself with the renowned teacher of a hard will and firm and intelligent hard work, tireless intent on increasingly vast designs and bold.
That these drawings he has been able to achieve honestly, honorably and with much success is a source of legitimate pride for his descendants, for the village where he was born, to Alessandria, where he carried out his admirable activities and for the country, who rightly points out, in him one of the pioneers of the great Italian industry.
Humble origins. Those who go up the short hill, near Alessandria day, on which nestles the village of Pecetto - Picetum Valentinum, ancient Roman nobility passed through the medieval marquisates! and carry-by thought a century ago can well imagine the struggles and patriarchal life that its people will have had to conduct.
Photo: "Pecetto"
The Borsalino were old people of the country. The father was <attendant> Municipal with a mean wage, in which a mother Rosa Veglio, clever and intelligent woman must have struggled just to let up on household budget. He grew alert, brisk but undisciplined. He thought only of games and pranks. The spelling book was not his strong point: last in school, but always in the first place if it was to combine some prank. Even later and it says it's never been kind to the <rascals> who gave so much trouble to our good Renzo. What is certain is that books, pen and ink were not stuff for him. His mother, poor woman, had a nice pray to Our Lady of the flaws Friars did put judgment. He wanted more. And we like raffigurarcelo while, life-threatening, leading the assault on the Church of the Beaten bell to overtake bird nests or surreptitiously penetrated through the vineyards and orchards nearby hill to get out of fruit filled pockets.
You still see, in the opposite side of the country to that where is the black silhouette of the eighteenth-century church, the hut of the old Borsalino, leaning against a big and tall tufa rock, which get tangled green tufts wild and bushy. Who knows how many times the boy will have watched the, with restless and curious eye, already the valley dotted with villages and cities, the rolling hills, the Tortonense, the great cloister of the Alps, and the river Po, which are far away and they go away. The streets of the big world, veiled in mist and mystery, the opened tentatriei to the eye, like an invitation.
He does not need to be told for a long time and one day (or rather a bad day, because it seems that his decision was made following a severe paternal lesson) fled, without his, and took, as though obeying a call of destiny, one of those streets. It must have been about fourteen years. Like Dick Wittington the English legend he brought with him, under his arm, just a little bundle of clothes. But he too the bells of Alexandria, as those of the City to its former predecessor and adventurous, that day must have predicted many and great things.
For the moment, however, the prediction that came true was that of his mother, who had once hoped to make the hatter for-that he could regain his hat even the head. Arrived in Alexandria did, in fact, the hatter, allogandosi as an apprentice at certain Sebastiano Camagna, whose shop still exists nowadays. He soon learned the craft, but that very much that he learned him only made him realize he still had to learn.
Of the time processing of the fur hat feko which originated in Piedmont around 1700, and precisely in Turin before. and then in Biella, where he planted the primefulle) it was performed entirely by hand. THE clipping the rabbit skins was done with scissors and equally with the cutting flail appropriate. On a bench it was spread skin; the worker with the concave left hand the coat and with his right he cut the bases. using sharp knife and curved. very similar to that still used by saddlers. A good cut ", as he was quick. Not easily surpassed the kilogram for each working day. The equipment was simple, a boiler.
Photo: "Birth Place of Guispepe Borsalino in Pecetto"
The so-called <arch> that sfioccava and stirred the hair by means of vibration of the strings and animals formed the two layers of the veil, which, joined together, composed the <basting>; the table for, fulling, some form and iron.
Now in the manufacture of the fur felt hat excelled at that time France and our craftsmen used to go there as a school. The Borsalino must have realized that he could not help files. And then his thoughts turned from bread. The streets of the world were always open and inviting and not led only by the excited in Alessandria. After a year of training in Alessandria and in Sestri Ponente, the boy, his manhood, he embarked once Marseille them.
His vocation was meanwhile taking texture and warmth. Giuseppe Borsalino could be thought as a child to his country, and an urchin 'go then, as a young man, by one reckless, Clie he liked to have fun dancing and making love, but those were the appearances of a great moral and physical exuberance, waiting only to be composed, it channeled and addressed to a destination. And the goal he saw before him: to work, learn, make, at the cost of any sacrifice, master of his craft, to launch his own business, treat it, enlarge it, refine it: you make your fortune and his pride. So he wanted and it was. We do not follow him in his French stages, of which we know too little. It was in Marseille, Aix en Provence, Bordeaux: agile hand, industrious, watchful and careful eye to everything, to the processing and technical organization processes.
(To be continued!)
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