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Hannah Galilei Morgan
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close About Me
- The Star of Galilei
- Me, Myself, and I
- See Blog Entry "Hannah" for her background!
- The Other Half Of Me
She is my angel, my beloved, my heart, my wife.
- Hannah (2)
Italy was a wonderful place to be born and to grow up, especially when your family name was one that your nation’s history books spoke of with pride. Hannah Galilei had the privilege of growing up in the beautiful city of Florence. Her family’s presence in the proud city dated back centuries, so much so that the house descended from the great Astronomer was as much a part of the region’s history as the Piazza del Duomo, known of course for its great leaning tower. Though while the beautiful landscape, incredible architecture, and brilliant museums attracted millions of tourists to the region, the locals found a different form of beauty often drawing their attention instead.
The Star of Galilei was what they called the third child of the family, the oldest of the four daughters. At twenty-three years old, she had already been given a great portion of her inheritance, and so far was the only one of the children to have actually “made” more than she had received. It was not wealth spent on her, however. After excelling in astronomy and moving on to pursue a career in the study of her favorite field, she had moved out on her own to turn her earlier efforts in life into greater things.
Her family had long held to its Roman Catholic beliefs, in spite of the well known fact that her ancestor had faced the church’s inquisition over his scientific theories on the Earth’s orbit around the sun. She had been sent to one of the finest Catholic schools in the city. Though with such high tuition costs, only the wealthy could hope to afford to send their children there. Hannah’s schooling had no actual tuition, for the injustice Galileo faced centuries before was still being respectfully atoned for not only through the praises and apologies of numerous Popes over the past centuries, but also by the waiving of such fees by the school itself. Though financially it was a moot point as her family supported the school in all sorts of financial ways as a show of dedication to learning that the house of Galilei was known for.
Now not far from Florence a local church had the task of maintaining a school for children with special needs. This mostly involved those handicapped either physically or mentally, though often involved helping children and teenagers whose lives kept them from being able to attend a normal school. She was familiar with the school through the good work it had done for many years for such children, but with the church’s success bringing in more and more donations to continue its good work; it eventually began serving its community in other ways.
She was only six years old when she volunteered to go with a few of the sisters to help the church’s latest efforts to feed the homeless and the desperate. Other children had been signed up, but her name stood out most on the list for a very practical reason. Where all other names were on the list in fine cursive, written in by the parents, Hannah’s name appeared in the unrefined lettering so often seen coming from a first grader’s pencil. Only Hannah was permitted to go, for the sisters were interested only in taking those who were eager to help, not spoiled children who had no choice, or were trying to get something from their parents. There were always plenty of other projects for them!
She was the youngest by almost twenty years when she went, but she was the one that served the very first meal, and the one that served the very last. She barely remembered that particular day, save for a few particular things that had stood out in a young child’s mind on a day she didn’t think to be all that extraordinary. But she knew it was where her nick name first came from. With her hands a little dirty from serving food from the kitchen, the little Hannah served those in need with a smile that warmed the hearts of all around. The priest of that small church had asked one of the sisters from her school, “Who is that little angel,
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