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                     By the mid-1930s the  Italian community who  fished had  shrunk to  a handful and
                     these men were all getting on in years. One old chap became busy mending nets and

                     making crayfish nets. Another chap spent his time splitting cane for tying small fish
                     into bundles, and so forth. Others just spent time at the fish market seeing what was

                     going on.


                     In retrospect I do not think they were a close community. Sectionalism played a large

                     part in their lives. The northerners, the lower middles, and the southern Italians, and
                     also the Sicilians, were all separate entities almost all with their own ways of life.

                     The women were all servile – keeping house, looking after children, and having more
                     children. Very little social life existed for the work was hard and time was limited.

                     On  national  days  they  did  come  together  only  because  it  was  expected.  As  an

                     example, in the area where we stayed there were about seven or eight families and I
                     do not recall one occasion when anybody visited, even though they all came from the

                     same village in Italy.


                     An example: my father’s boat was wrecked in the basin. It would appear the mooring

                     ropes were cut or just frayed away. The boat drifted onto the rocks and before my
                     dad heard of this she was hard and fast. He went around to his colleagues to get them

                     to help pull the boat off before it was damaged. Nobody was prepared to help. He
                     and a coloured crewman stayed at the site and waited for the tide to rise and they

                     then  tried  to  push  the  vessel  off,  but  to  no  avail.  The  boat  stayed  there  and  got

                     pounded on the rocks and broke up. This was where my father damaged his heart and
                     it was the end of his working days. What a sad day for him. This reflects what I said

                     earlier about the fishermen’s attitude towards each other.


                     The Introna Family


                     My father, Ila Rione Introna, was born in 1879 in the small village of Molfetta, near

                     the  port  of  Bari  on  the  Adriatic  coast  of  Italy.  (Fig.  3.6).  Fishing  was  the  only
                     livelihood  for  people  there,  which  explains  why  so  many  left  to  seek  a  living

                     elsewhere. His early life was spent in sailing vessels. I believe he circumnavigated
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