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WALK THE EARTH ?

Scorrendo l'elenco dei deceduti si può notare che in località Piedi la Terra c'è stato sicuramente il più alto numero di vittime. In omaggio a ciò. ed essendo stata la zona in cui era ubicata la mia casa, pubblico alcune foto affinchè anche i più giovani possano avere l'idea di com'era il paese al posto della zona verde chè è ora sotto al Municipio. Senza per questo nulla togliere a Via Poggio (Puoi) e al Corso Di Majo ( Caprort e la Fontana)

In fondo alla pagina delle bellissime poesie che ben descrivono Santomenna prima e dopo il terremoto

 Lu passiatur. il municipio e la mia casa

Piedi la terra ( in alto la mia casa e la Chiesa di S.Gaetano) in una foto del 1968

 dovrebbe essere l'entrata del Vicolo I S.Gaetano.. in fondo "lu canal "

La Chiesa di S.Gaetano

Famiglia Turi Nicola

... in questa foto si intravede anche la Chiesa di S.Gaetano

in questa foto c'è anche l'autore del Blogs at a young age .. !

feet the Earth before and immediately after the earthquake.

In the photo you can very well Gerardino Sarni .. a dear boy that everyone loved her. He died in the earthquake and his brother Luigi.

View from Foot of the Earth before the earthquake

feet after the Earth earthquake.

Downstream of the red line throughout the area destroyed (the fan to the ground).
Feet "La Costa" has remained intact
This aerial photo (above) was taken in the days immediately following the earthquake.
The red dots are the Fire Brigade to search for the missing!

Above: The view from my house I Vicolo di S. Gaetano (where he lived also the strettola Eng. Venutolo G.)

Over my destroyed house view from "Lu Passiatur"

area Seminar

.... The first camps in the snow ..

feet the Earth seen from the destroyed version.

Note the climatic conditions in which we were forced to work in the next few days ...
In some ways the cold saved us from outbreaks.
I our loved ones were dead for days without proper burial because there were no coffins.
He was already thinking about a mass grave where fortunately, thanks to a radio call, I reached a good number. I can never forget that these feelings, unscrupulous people had thought the black market of coffins ........

In those days the only problem of those who had relatives who died was to guarantee them a decent burial ... and the cold and snow (unusual for that time) made sure that the cement mortar, made the better, refused to remain attached to the bricks needed to plug the niches.

never forget the volunteers who helped me in Verona this operation, do not forget how two firefighters who climbed over the rubble of my house (see photo above) to recover some pictures.

A moving testimony of a friend who is not Santomemma but our village was able to capture the moments and images more beautiful through her poetry ...
Please read this decsrivono Santomenna well before the earthquake.
Thanks Rolando

This the first mail that I sent Rolando

Hello Andrea, I'm sorry if I give you of, we probably could be peers. I am a pensioner and I write from Grugliasco-To - is the husband of Maria Turi, Turi daughter of Pasquale (resident for many years at Eboli), owned a small house in his hometown in Santomenna Via San Gaetano, at the foot of Earth.

What was the foot of the earth?

was a small archaic world separate from the rest of the country.

A small country in another small town.

So I imagined him in 1968 and fell in love. Love that did not switch off even today that due to the earthquake Turi no longer have a home in Santomenna.

For two days I discovered your blog thanks to another santomennese who lives in Turin and I was fascinated.

Each photo of the deceased is a wound that is reopened. Many know them.

I love photography, I have almost fifty pictures of the days of the earthquake (in color), some are in November, others are of the Christmas period. Many were taken to the Feet of the Earth. I own lots of pictures of Santomenna during Reconstruction to the present day.

I was very excited two photos of the many: the first is where my father and my brother Nicholas with many people, I think it's a bar, the second was taken in Via San Gaetano: there are grandparents and Uncle Peppino with the wife and a kid that I think it was Nicola.

For the moment I stop here, I wish you good work and never give up. In greeting you send this composition on Santomenna. Hello Rolando Capozzoli

ARRIVAVO D'AGOSTO

Si dice che casa tua è dove

ti senti in pace. E' dove ritrovi

quelle energie che altrove hai perduto.

Quando superavo i Bagni

e il fiume Sele, la valle che s'apriva

sull'antica strada, di curve,

m'apriva il petto per meglio welcome

the air was freed from the mountains.

A Quaglietta bought bread

and then run for the last climb,

until around a bend, Santomenna

appeared and I felt at home.

If there was music,

I heard the best tunes,

tant'era the joy I felt.

After Castelnuovo, two more curves,

many blackberries and wild pear and olive trees

Santomenna all lit up and then

under the sun in August when I arrived,

; Rolando Capozzoli

as a love

declining by stony Silk

so you remember on the mound

asleep. In the face of the sun

leaving the last ray first

s'infossi that out there in plain

muggy. Santomenna dear, gray

were your walls and roof overhangs

the farm houses, with doors

open on the road and the chickens.

From the Cross to turn the gaze

extension pleased, sull'argentea dome

delle Grazie and the green valley with

Coast that makes the crown. Hanging on

clouds on the plateau, the ruins of

monastery. Cobblestones,

down, hear the sounds and steps

tired of humans and animals.

Vigil from the Chapel.

silent at the foot of earth

Seminary. Dominates the

San Gaetano and climb over there

the town's beloved Channel welling.

I remember you at Vespers, Santomenna my

to mark the time, with Mary

and its barrel. Via Di Maio

a passi lenti, perchè più lungo

fosse il tempo da passare insieme.

Quanti ricordi. Quante fotografie.

Sopra la costa si leva la luna.

                 Rolando Capozzoli

       

THE GARDEN

(describes the small garden behind the house that existed in the last vision I have of it in that last summer we spent in 1980 on Via San Gaetano Foot of the Earth)

is the well

under the house,

shade of the fig tree,

that fragrant branches

tended to

to the branches of the vine.

Here is the arbor and

the stone where

you, you sedesti

in that last summer.

And the sparse trees,

down the steep garden.

Here's the rest

that I remember and

the rays of the sun, hot.

Here are the chimes of Grace

I speak about you,

Love.

Rolando Capozzoli

Santomenna 1980 (.. obviously a sad vision of the country after the earthquake)

I saw the grapes, hanging from the beams,

by clusters of gold.

sad I've seen chandeliers from the ceilings.

I saw scraps of sky

ripped from windows

and clothes hanging in the void

on cliff faces.

walls I have seen miracles

Furniture afraid

against the walls

no more rooms.

smile I've seen death

for abundant crops.

I saw the pain and fear.

Then came the rain.

Then came the snow.

tears made mud roads.

inimana The nature canceled the country.

The dead are now crosses and names.

What came later

has never been before.

Rolando Capozzoli