La Storia
Family history
Written together, a page anyone can add to. What we remember, corrected by whoever remembers it better.
Come in
This house is for family.
Make your account
You need the code somebody sent you. Everything else is yours.
Happens to everyone
Put your email in and we'll send you a link to pick a new password.
Pick a new password
Then you're back in. This link only works once.
You're in
Eight doors below. What's behind them is whatever the family has put there.
No sign-up button without a code, and that is on purpose. The only way in is a code from somebody already here. If you're family and you haven't got one, ask Tony.
Get ahold of Tony on Facebook He will send you a code.Nobody is on the tree yet. Start it with whoever you like — yourself, your grandmother, the oldest person anybody remembers. It does not matter: the tree can grow downward as well as up, so whoever you start with, their parents can go underneath them later.
Nobody is on the wall yet. Put up whoever you like — a grandfather, an uncle, yourself. Their face comes out of Le Fotografie, and underneath it goes the last rank they held, which service, and the years. The Army and the Marines, and the fire department and the police the same.
Nothing in the kitchen yet. Put up a dish — meatballs, the Easter bread, whatever gets asked about. Then anybody can hang their version of it underneath: hers, his, and what is different about each one.
A photograph of the card in her own handwriting is a whole entry on its own. Typing it up can wait, or never happen.
What's happening
Say if you're coming, and put your name against what you're bringing.
Birthdays
Nobody has to do anything. But somebody should ring.
The ones we keep
Anniversaries, name days, and the days people left. These ask nothing — they are here so they are not forgotten.
Nothing here yet. Ten minutes of somebody's actual voice outlasts everything else on this website — a photograph tells you what a face looked like, a tape tells you how he said the name of the town he left.
Put up whatever you have. A cassette, a voicemail you never deleted, a phone left running in the kitchen at Christmas. It does not have to be tidy.
0:00 / 0:00
Around today
Everybody in the house is at this table and there is nowhere to take somebody aside — so nothing here is private from anybody, and nobody has to wonder. A photograph put on the table also goes into Le Fotografie.
Keeping the house
Tenere la casa
Nothing in here is hidden from anybody by itself. Everything done in here is written down in the ledger below — including what you do. That is the point of it.
Who is in the house
Everybody who can get in, when they got here, and who let them in.
Let somebody in
A code, with their name on it so you both remember who it was for. They make their own account with it — their own name, their own email, a password nobody here ever sees.
A code for
The ledger everything, all eight rooms
Every correction, every removal, every photograph pinned to a face — who did it and when. The rooms have always written this down; this is the first place it can be read.
Things flagged for a look
Nothing here has been hidden or removed. It is sitting in front of you exactly as the family left it, because a machine deciding what the family may say about itself is worse than an awkward afternoon.
How the house is holding up
Measured now, off the disk, rather than remembered from the last time somebody looked.
The key
Only you can make one. A keyholder can keep the house, but cannot hand the key to anybody else — otherwise it stops being something you gave and becomes something that spread.
- Everything on this page — the house, the ledger, what's flagged, how it's holding up
- Can hand out an invite code, and cancel one
- Can close somebody's door, and open it again
- Can clear a flag, or ask whoever put it up about it
- Cannot give anybody a key. That is yours alone.
Who has a key
A photograph of
From Le Fotografie. Pick one, then drag it so the right face sits in the circle.
Closer
Talking about it
What has been corrected
What is inside
Eight rooms. Everybody can add to all of them — that is the whole point of it.
Le Fotografie
Photographs
Everybody uploads. The shoebox at your mother's house belongs up here where the rest of us can see it.
L'Albero
The family tree
It opens out as far as anyone can take it, back to the towns people left and forward to whoever was born last week.
La Cucina
Recipes
Scanned in her own handwriting, typed underneath so you can search it, and always with whose recipe it was.
Le Voci
Voices
Press record on your phone and let them talk. Ten minutes of her actual voice outlasts everything else on this page.
Il Calendario
Birthdays and name days
Who to call this week. Birthdays, anniversaries, onomastici, and the ones we keep on the day they left.
La Tavola
Talking
The whole table at once, or one person quietly. Named after the only place this family ever settled anything.
I Nostri Soldati
Who served
Every one of them who put a uniform on — the service, the years, the last rank they held, and what they never talked about afterwards. Soldiers, and the firefighters and police too.