Growing Up was Interesting!! ….1980-1983…”My Saga continues”…

My Name is Francesca, everyone calls me Fran, however, when I was a little girl my brother couldn’t pronounce my real name so he nick named me Fifi.

I was born 15 months after my brother Corrado was born my parents as you can tell by our names where of different cultures my mum Australian born with an Irish twist by her father and my father was Italian from Italy, Molfetta.

I was born and live in Perth, Australia, we lived in a little beach community at the time in Rockingham Western Australia we lived there because my grand parents ran a Hotel in this town and my grandfather had around 30 race horses at our farm or stables as you would call them at the time.

My dad built a little house in the centre of Rockingham and it was just lovely, I was a very spirited little girl I guess you could call me that I suppose it’s really difficult to write about yourself without feeling like your talking about someone that once was..

My nature was I guess too curious for her own good well that is what I could imagine what my mum would say I would always get myself into trouble, however, that is not really how I remember it.

If I had a Chrystal ball I would go back and watch this “other me”, it’s difficult to recall just how I really was so I am trying to remember the good times rather than how I recall them now as an adult.

Here is my story about my brother and I see link:

We grew up in a little white house with a big backyard like the above link states there was a creek across the road which us kids spent a lot of time playing in it and getting rather filthy my mother hated us going over to this creek mainly because when we both did we would end up like two “Muddy filthy kids” that needed to be hosed off in the front yard and let me tell you I do believe we did have our share of mum doing just that.

As I grew up and left Primary School my mum and nanna decided to send me to a College for my High School years to a school run by nuns, my god what a trip to get there it took me 4 buses to just get to Mosman Park and of course I think 5 buses to get back to my house which we had moved by this time to Waikiki near the beach not far from Rockingham.

I think my mum had “big things for me”, not really sure why she would spend all that money sending me to a “College in Perth”, however, regardless she did just do that.

I loved the girls but, hated school and this school was not for me really I don’t really understand why I didn’t but, It felt like I never really fitted in.

Regardless of how I felt at the time I went and met “old friends”, made some really lovely new friends and as time went by I did enjoy it I guess well until I got myself into trouble.

So, lets just get this part over and done with I will list in a short paragraph just what trouble means to me or I should say my mum.  First year I was asked over the microphone to bring my bag to the principle I think it was Sister Ennunciara, what a dreadful women, she told me to open that bag it was the end of school and I was caught with shaving cream, talcum powder, tooth paste, flour your probably wondering what on Earth has she got all of this crap!

Well, it was the end of term or my first year and of course what do you think happens on the buses when your first year ends.. we used to use this to spray over other college kids as a I suppose you would call it as a Celebration of 1 year ended we all did it across all the Colleges it was a lot of fun and we loved every minute of it.

So, by the time I would get home fully covered in shaving cream, flour and my dress was signatured my hat was destroyed and my mother standing their with her mouth wide open in disgust and WTF just happened to you!

I loved it, I loved every minute of it!

So, at this early age of 13 years old it was the start of many moments of me getting myself in strife with my poor mother who thought by this time that I had learnt to be a lady!


I am situated in the second row, second from the left, by this stage I believe I was battling with a perm that went very wrong, either way I think it was the only picture that was taken of me at this school.

Cutting this story short a bit

I lasted two and 1/2 years at “Iona Presentation College”, and as I was just the best student at this school “NOT”, see the girl next to me with the bow (3rd from the left) her name was Nelly and she and I got into alot of trouble in year 10, “caught on the school bus by prefex girls from Iona”. 

Caught with two other girls from another school, smoking ciggerettes on the school bus we ended up being called up over the school mic to head mistress ended up sending us both home and we both had detention for two weeks.

By this time my mother had enough of me and took me out of Iona, with alot of problems this caused me I was given by my mum a “mop and bucket” saying that this was my future and that I was never to amount to anything.

Devistated that I was I ended up going to a school locally in Safety Bay, it was a school that I had no idea what I got myself into to be perfectly honest!  No offense to those who went there but, for me it was like easy pickings you could say!!

I was that kid who lived on “Snob Hill”, who went to a private school and I got shit taken out of me pretty much everyday, I remember it like it was tomorrow, it was difficult for me and it also was a place that I felt like I had hit the ass end of life.

How do I explain this without sounding like I went to jail, sorry folks, but, jesus it was so different to Iona, I felt like I had to do a quick swim to Rotto and back and we all know how long that swim is, RIGHT!


This is me at Saftey Bay High school, the top was from Iona, I had to cut off the sleeves and make it myself, thank god I knew how to sew!

The uniform was brown skirt which I made myself (pensil skirt) with a creme shirt, the shirt was easy to make but the skirt my mother hated it was tight and slutty in her mind!

 She had something else in mind and I went spare at her let me tell you!!!

After sometime I felt much better but, to be perfectly honest I really felt like a fish out of water at this school, the girls where not liking me much, some did thank god and some well bitchy is me being polite!

However, the boys, well that was another story they seemed to like me, I think that was what the girls hated about me.. not really sure why they did but, apparently I did notice a few that could not stop following my ass around, go figure!

It was a long 8 months of year 10 at this school and I must say I met some life long friends that even though I may not speak to these girls I remember them as such great like minded mates that I ended up hanging around after school had ended.

This school only went to year 10 and if you wanted to continue you had to find another school for me it was my end of schooling and my beginning of my life as a young girl in amongst alot of boys..

Boys, Boys, Boys, what can I say, I met a few and this is where I stop this saga of my life and will continue in another post later..

Stay tuned to what will be an interesting story to read…… heheh to say the least… ps.. Megan notice that I have left out a few true tails of what is real… hehehehe  Plus, coming up is the good stuff.. so like comment and please by all means stay tuned..


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Human Needs is the hardest Needs to meet

(my opinion)

Why would you EVER walk passed a child that is HOMELESS, I feel so selfish sometimes when I think about my past..

I think it is because when I see a child that requires help like this video I always, always think about my OWN NEEDS… which reflects to my SON’S NEEDS..

This gets me upset.. mainly because I know deep down that my own Story always comes up… I wonder what that means????

So, perhaps even though I am going on a Tangent… right now… let’s address this…. However, Let’s NOT.. just yet…..

Not yet…….. My own story will be said ONCE I define what My own story is.. but, for now..  I am learning with you ALL… so let’s begin to learn something that will HELP, each other Learn…

I want you too meet LIZZIE, so lovely and so humble… and so damn well BEAUTIFUL!!!


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