Nerina Gigliucci was born on December 16, 1878, to Edith Margaret Mozley, age 31, and Mario Gigliucci, age 31.Volunteer nurse for the Red Cross in field hospitals. Nerina Gigliucci married Gian Angelo (Nino) Medici di Marignano in Firenze, Firenze, Italy, on April 26, 1920, when she was 41 years old. Nerina Gigliucci died on February 9, 1963, in Firenze, Firenze, Italy, when she was 84 years old. She is buried in the Medici di Marignano family cemetery in Briosco, Lombardia, in northern Italy.
Nerina Gigliucci (Mario’s daughter) recounts her time in the Villa Romana and Villa Rossa:
Just before my eighth birthday, I was prescribed a regimen of country air; thus our parents left Via Cherubini and rented the Villa Romana, outside the Porta Romana along Via Senese, and there we remained for five years until the house in Piazza Savonarola was ready. Five years … an incalculably short time for adults, but during childhood and adolescence, when every year seems to bring with it the importance of an entire epoch distinct from all those before and after – it was a long time indeed! I went to the Villa Romana a little girl and left a young woman, and I recall, notwithstanding the joy young people find in everything new, how I lamented leaving ‘the old house’ where it seemed to me I had passed ‘all my life!’
For our parents it must have been, I think, no small sacrifice to move so far outside the city center. Neither one was a great love of what one could call ‘the grand work’ even though they contentiously frequented it just enough to keep a place open in Florentine society for us children. They were, however, very sociable and gladly saw their friends and interesting people and places; they adored music, good concerts, the theater, and they kept close ties with our aunt and uncle, who were still on the opposite side far end of Florence. My father, who drew and painted quite well, had set up a studio in Piazza Donatello, which he had to abandon, just as he had to abandon, I believe, his visits to the studio of Barbarino, with whom he had studied, and the Circolo degli Artisti, that thriving friendly club where he was a member… That stay must have been, therefore, full of great sacrifices on the part of my parents. But the house was spacious and comfortable and the garden, without being extraordinary, had a pretty lawn behind the villa onto which the sitting room opened and from there one enjoyed a magnificent view of the city. At that time, no houses or buildings stood between the villa and the cupolone and the towers, expect on the far left at the end of the fields where stood the pink bell tower of our rustic little parish church, Sant’Ilario.