Peppino Caprotti – Final tragedy, honours to the Mayor

In June 1952, grandfather Peppino died in a car accident while returning from a deer hunt in Austria. Peppino had been elected mayor of Albiate only a year earlier. A few days later, the whole town attended the mayor's funeral. Peppino was also remembered in the first of the annual pamphlets that the municipal administration published at the end of each of its terms. The story of Peppino and his family has always intersected with that of his village, and in "Le Ossa dei Caprotti" I have narrated it.

The Caprotti family: my baptism, 1961

Our lives as children are entrusted from birth to 'young ladies', experienced nannies who look after us like second mothers. I like the German Waltraud, the first one: At home we call her 'Schwester' and you can even recognise her in my christening photos. Once she has left her job in our family to return home to Germany, she will send us a souvenir photo in a police uniform, with a German shepherd at her side

Ecommerce food Conference 2026

Giuseppe Caprotti, author of the book Le Ossa dei Caprotti, is an expert in the distribution of food and non-food products. He contributed to the modernisation and strategic and organisational development of Esselunga. in large-scale distribution, introducing innovative management tools and food innovation. He is president of the Guido Venosta Foundation, which promotes scientific research, health protection, culture, solidarity and the environment

Caprotti’s ‘extended family’ between Albiate and Milan

There is a long list of closely trusted people with whom the families of yesteryear surrounded themselves and filled their homes, people who called their employers by name ('scior Bernardo', 'sciora Bettina', 'scior Peppin'), knew more about their lives sometimes than themselves, and were always there at every important family event, with pride and sometimes even emotion.

Around the Caprottis: the beloved villa in Albiate

Since the end of the 19th century, when the Caprotti family bought the villa, much of the family history passed through that house, and continues to do so. Many photographs recount it, many memories that have remained in the letters and in the souls of those who lived them, and bring back serene photos among the trees, the games in the courtyard, the animals that once were, even the old carriages that the family used for a long time, even after the advent of cars, and which still exist.