Dear
Readers,
An
August assortment of Italian Connections:
Andrea Doria (1468-1560) Genoese admiral and statesman of a family prominent
in the history of Genoa started his career as condottiere and in the
Italian Wars fought for Francis I of France. In 1528 he had a falling
out with Francis and went over with his rival, Emperor Charles V, who
had been elected Holy Roman Emperor under the condition that the independence
of Genoa be preserved.
He
became the virtual dictator of Genoa, however, under the Constitution
he imposed, most republican institutions were preserved. He mercilessly
suppressed conspiracies against him often penalizing uninvolved or even
unborn relatives.
In
1747, Scipione Fieschi fled Italy after plotting against Andrea Doria,
and was sentenced in absentia, given a sentence of death for himself
and all his descendants to the fifth generation, including great, great
grand children not yet born.
Bistro,
the Russian word for “hurry up” is said to be the French
Restaurants are called “Bistros”. Predating American fast
food, Russian soldiers who occupied Paris in 1814, demanding speedy
service of their meals, would shout “Bistro”, their word
for Presto, Presto.
Covers,
in Philately, usually refers to envelops with stamps affixed. Robert
Lana, of Stamps News, suggest that a collection of Italian covers can
illustrate Italian foreign policy during late 19th century, when the
Kingdom of Italy was still consolidating as nation. In those days, national
status was often asserted through the activities of a nation’s
Navy.
Great
Britain virtually defined itself by the success of its fleet, and the
German Empire began to challenge Britain for naval supremacy. Italy's
geopolitical ambitions motivated the construction and use of a modern
navy similar to that of the British.
In
1894, the North African country of Tunisia was semi-independent with
the Italians and French vying for influence. Italy considered landing
troops in Tunisia and sent a navalsquadron to the area.
An
Italian naval cover from Tunisia in 1864 bears a “Squadra Italiana”
hand stamp referring to the Italian naval squadron active in Tunisian
waters.
Many
Italians emigrated to South America in the late 19th century, leading
Italy to have an interest on developments there. During the Conselheiro
Insurrection (also called the Canudos Rebellion) in Brazil in 1893,
Italy sent a naval unit to Brazilian waters to watch over Italian interests.
On
a cover mailed Nov. 8, 1893 from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, to Rome. The
Italian postmark translates as "Italian Naval Division in America."
In
1900, Italian forces participated in breaking the siege of the foreign
legation in Peking during the Boxer Rebellion. On a 1904 postcard sent
from China to Livorno, the hand stamp translates as “Royal Italian
Naval Unit in China.”
Dominican,
Florentine artist, Fra Angelico donated his fee from the sale of a single
painting and the tower and choir of the church of St. Domenico. In Fiesole,
Italy was built. Fra Angelico (1387-1455) proved to be one of the greatest
artist of all time. At the national Gallery of Art in Washington, DC,
several of Fra Angelico’s paintings can be seen, among them, The
Entombment, The Annunciation and the Rescue of Placidus, but his chief
works are in the Monastery of San Marco in Florence. Fra Angelico joined
the Dominican order in 1407.
Emperor
Hadrian of Rome (76-138) wore a beard to cover a facial scar. The custom
was adopted by the people of Rome and by all of Hadrian’s successors
on the throne.
Fourteen
steps, leading from the orchestra in Roman theaters, were always reserved
for the aristocracy. In ancient Rome, the aristocrats proudly identified
themselves as belonging to the “Fourteen Steps,” because
only the Roman aristocracy was privileged to occupy the first fourteen
steps on the outdoor theatres.
Geese
were often raised by the ancient Romans and Greeks not for food but
to provide feathers for their arrows.
Headquarters
of the Knights of Rhodes in Rome, Italy has been inhabited continuously
for more than two thousand years.
Italian
Commander in Chief of all German Armies, Emmanuele Filiberto (1528-1580)
always forged his own weapons and always slept with a sword clutched
in his hands.
Impellitteri,
Vincent R. (1900-1987) was the hero of my father Vincenzo’s heartfelt
God Bless America stories. Vincent Impellitteri, like my father, was
the son of a shoemaker. Upon the resignation of the Mayor William O’Dwyer
on September 1, 1950, Impellitteri served as Mayor of New York from
1950 50 1953.
Shortly
after Impellitteri's appointment, the Brooklyn District Attorney arrested
bookie Harry Gross and launched a corruption scandal that ultimately
caused nearly 500 Police Officers of all ranks to resign, retire, or
be fired. This famous scandal caused Impellitteri to vigorously support
the Brooklyn District Attorney, Miles McDonald, and fire everyone who
had been associated with former Mayor William O'Dwyer.
Impellitteri
had moved with his family to the United States from Sicily as an infant
in 1901. In a book, first published in 1955 as “Le parole sono
pietre” authored by Carlo Levi, of “Christ stopped at Eboli”
fame, Levi made three journeys to Sicily and went to chronicle his travels
in three separated essays.
The
book was translated into English by Anthony Shuggar and published in
2005 by Hesperus Press Limited, www.hesperuspress.com, as “Words
are Stones,” Impressions of Sicily. In 1951, shortly after Vincent
Impellitteri became mayor of the City of New York, he and his wife traveled
to Italy and the Sicilian village of Isnello, were he was born.
Carlo
Levi, who distinguished himself as a doctor, painter, journalist and
later in life a Senator, when he won a place in the Italian Senate in
1963 and reelected in 1968, was in Isnello Sicily as a journalist when
Impellitteri Mayor of New York came to call. Following are some excerpts
of Carlo Levi’s impressions of the 1951 Mayoral visit:
Once
the car bearing the Mayor of New York, a handsome grey Pontiac provided
for the occasion, had stopped at the entrance to the village of Isnello,
and Signor Impellitteri, with his wife, had emerged, to the din of clapping
and cheering and - the town band, amidst the thronging glamour of carabinieri,
motorcycle escorts, ,reporters, photographers, rubberneckers, mot countless
cousins, other relatives, townspeople, peasants, shepherds, women and,
really, all the 4,000 inhabitants of Isnello who had turned out to see
him the boys of the town immediately crowded around the car, pushing,
shoving, and elbowing their way forward to touch it.
“C'mon,
let's touch the car,” they shouted, egging one another on, Let's
touch the car, so we can leave for America.' The car had only just arrived,
and it had already become a relic, a holy and miraculous object.
And
so, from the moment he set foot in the village, the journey of Signor
Impellitteri was, to the peasants of Isnello, a fairy-tale adventure,
a mythological occurrence. His journey became a fairy tale for the people
of Isnello, and a fairy tale it will remain, for many years. The fairy
tale of birth and Fortune, the fairy tale of America, of the far side
of the world.
Signor
Impellitteri did everything that was required to conjure this fairy
tale into existence: he behaved impeccably. And he was not alone in
this; everyone behaved impeccably: peasants, gentlemen, public officials,
Christian Democrat parliamentarians, both male and female, Communists,
priests, relatives, goats, donkeys, dogs, and even the flies. Because
the whole story unfolded in Isnello, in one of the thousands of journeys
to an ancient and wholehearted land, where everything becomes true,
even the visit of a politician.
In
Isnello the town was swarming with American reporters who were canvassing
the populace, going from door to door and questioning everyone they
met in a crazed frenzy for the most frivolous items of information.
In
front of number 70, Via Cristoforo Grisanti, two elderly women claimed
to have very clear memories of Impellitteri’s father, who had,
on that doorstep, a bancaredda du scarparu (a cobbler's bench), and
when the weather was fine he would put it outside, and when it was raining
he would bring it inside. And she remembered when he left for America.
She
went into her house, rummaging for a piece of evidence, an incontrovertible
document. Set in a wooden frame, it was a certificate of enrolment in
the Eucharistic League for Nicolina di Maria, daughter of Vincenzo (deceased),
the mayor's grand-mother, in 1897; and it had been left to her as a
keepsake by the Impellitteris on the day they left for America. I asked
the old woman what she had given these long-ago emigrants in exchange.
She hesitated briefly before answering, and then said to me: “I
gave them some cheese to eat during the crossing: they were poor, they
had no money.”
After
the mass in Impellitteri’s honor, the official speeches began.
The Mayor and the representative of the Regional Government spoke of
the pride of the poor emigrant, who had become an illustrious man “not
due to illustrious birth, but through the two laws of Sicily: the law
of honor and the law of love.” And he described how “the
personal pride of Signor Impellitteri was fulfilled and enlarged in
the pride of the four thousand citizens of Isnello and in the four million
citizen of Sicily.
Signor
Impellitteri good speaker in English: in Sicilian, was perfect. He understood
that his fellow citizens were celebrating themselves in him.
He
spoke of his papà and mamà; he said: “I am the son
of a poor shoemaker who left Isnello without five pennies dint' a' sacca
(in his pocket), with six sons, and then came a daughter: in Sicily
all males, and in America a girl. And so, thanks to democracy, it is
possible for all these carusi (young men) who are here today to become,
some day, the Mayor of Rome or the leader of Italy or the Mayor of New
York, like me.
This
is democracy and liberty. I was baptized here and now I am the mayor
of the biggest city in the world. Long live Sicily, long live Italy,
and long live the United States of America!”