| Ruben Mario Mariotto
MY BROTHER RUBEN To describe anybody projecting him from and towards the community is not what I attempt to do here. The idea is another one. It is to say how was that somebody in the family, whith his qualities and still whith his defects made him as special as to bring him unique. Unique for relatives and friends. Unique for those who shared his time and managed to strengthen their own histories to the heat of simple and valid examples. Examples of work, practical, intellectual capacity and still of a rich humor sense that always was overflowed towards that singular goodness that returned so pleasing his company, since his stimulus returned easy all the tasks.
From childhodd he learned many things next to his father, also accurate in those things that seemed to be infinitely simple, and only was twelve years old when he constructed the first washer that was used in his home, as well as an electrical refrigerator that was almost one small refrigerator chamber, interlocked between solid walls covered with insulating materials made by its infantile industrious hands. Being still adolescent he participated next to a relative in a company that brought movie theater to the saladillense campaign, putting in that work his proverbial capacity to simplify tasks and solving problems on the march with the simple aid of complex tools for anything. He had learned to handle all type of vehicles at the very early age and, taken by that inclination towards the machine in his overwhelming totality, he vigorously supported the activities of the incipient Aero Saladillo Club, of which he was the first pilot. From that organization he developed an intense activity in the first meetings of Civil defense and still is remembered when he took food and vaccines for cattle towards flooded zones of this and other counties, not only retaken time to his personal work but carrying out his working aid without measuring any degree of difficulty when the moment demanded it. As radio ham fulfilled similar shared in common rolls, which allowed him to coordinate with success tasks next to his companions, organizing services from the Aero Club in those special contingencies that the pilots and saladillenses radio hams told on as much voluntary military service between. Today, although it seems that the time is returning sweeter all the memories, is worth the trouble to clarify that there is in this note nothing that exceeds the formal frame of memory. Part of the happened thing only scores abruptly. And until it can be that many things have not been said because is not tried but to emphasize what it marked the profile of a man who, from his own familiar reality, only aspired to give of himself those things that took to other men of their time to conform their own experiences and to harness their capacities to also consolidate good destinies, symbol of a time that left tracks of firm and fed dreams for always valid. |
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MY FRIEND It
is for who writes this article a privilege to do it, especially when the
involved person occupied and today occupies in the memory, a very special
place in the affective plane. And that privilege becomes challenge at the
time of the truth. The truth shaped in the content of a Web page outlining
the figure of my friend Ruben Mario Mariotto (LU1 D H N). Thank you, Ruben. |
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MY FATHER My
father was born September 12, 1933, in SALADILLO, province of Buenos
Aires, ARGENTINA, where he lived until his early departure, September 17, 1982 at the age of 49 years. |