Early Life and Family
Ennio Morricone was born on November 10, 1928, in Rome, the son of Libera and Mario Morricone. His family originally came from Arpino, near Frosinone. Morricone, who had four siblings, Adriana, Aldo, Maria and Franco, lived in the Trastevere quarter in the centre of Rome, with his parents, Mario Morricone, a well-respected trumpet player who worked professionally in different light-music orchestras, and Libera Ridolfi, a housewife, who later set up a small textile business. Morricone wrote his first compositions when he was six years old and was encouraged to develop his natural talents.
On 13 October 1956, he married Maria Travia, whom he had met in 1950 and had his first son, Marco, in 1957. Travia has written lyrics to complement her husband's pieces. Her works include the Latin texts for The Mission. They have three sons and a daughter, in order of birth: Marco (1957), Alessandra (1961), the conductor and film composer Andrea (Andrew) (1964), and Giovanni Morricone (1966), a filmmaker, who lives in New York City.
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