Ever notice that in some communities the arts just flourish? Kids enjoy not only sports but making art too. Towns comes together and theatrical/musical magic happens. Pontelandolfo, a teeny tiny Southern Italian village, is one of those artistic Petri dishes spawning talented artists, dancers, writers, musicians and filmmakers. Older posts have talked about our dance company, the visual artists, village wide theatrical productions etc. Is something in the air? Is it in the nature or nurturing of our young people? Or an enchanted coupling of both? I think it is a combination.
During the holiday season, I discovered yet another group of young people making art – filmmakers under the moniker Nonna Anna Film Group. Spearheaded by Gianluca De Michele, the bourgeoning company is committed to not only telling original tales but shooting their films in Pontelandolfo. According to De Michele, “The short films we shoot are set in Pontelandolfo, because I believe that there is a reality to be re-examined here, not only from a historical and traditional perspective, but also from a visual point of view.“
De Michele studied directing and screenwriting in Bologna at the Accademia Nazionale del Cinema. (Check out the website, I think Gianluca is in the cover photo!). He has always been in love with using media to tell a story but is quick to say that Nonna Anna Film Group was not something that he created alone. The company was developed with his friends Igor Rinaldi, Nicola Colesanti and Federico Mancini. I asked him – why call it Nonna Anna – you are all in your twenties. This brings us back to the nature and nurture question. When the company was producing their first film Oro nel Torrente – Gold in the Stream – his grandmother, Anna, who provided the locations and support was instrumental. As was his father and brother who provided all of the video equipment. It was their second film, Il Regalo di Natale – The Christmas Gift, that I saw.
According to De Michele, ” In The Christmas Gift,” I emphasized the inner conflict of a father who knows that he will disappoint his son by not being able to buy him the gift he wants, precisely during the period when children dream the most. Pirandello believes that comedy works with tragedy. The message of our short film lies in the fact that, paradoxical as some situations are, the seriousness of a topic is developed on the basis of a comic intention. The film is the mirror of a dream that must not be broken and of the deep love that inspires every parent…” Take a peak and let’s discuss it –
It took the film crew one full work week to shoot what we just watched in a few minutes. I am delighted to have discovered yet another group of dedicated artists living and working in Pontelandolfo.
Weeeeeeoooo! 2020 will soon be OUT and a new decade zooms in.
Who won’t be sorry to see 2020 hit the highway. Pandemics, thousands dying, food shortages, toilet paper wars, weird weather, floods, political mayhem and… Basta! Enough looking at what was horrible, atrocious, disastrous, horrific, terrible and inconvenient this past year. Time to move forward with the hope for all mankind that this holiday season brings. To help us remember ’tis the season to be jolly’ and ‘goodwill to all,’ I thought I would play the part of the ghost of Christmas past and share some wonderful older moments.
One of the most joyous activities of the Christmas season is Morcone’s Presepe Vivente. This is the best community theatre production is the world. The entire Southern Italian village of Morcone – which is just around the hill from Pontelandolfo – would come together and turn their normally quasi abandoned, historic center into Bethlehem. WOW! In 2018, Jack and I spent hours immersed in the story of Christmas. It is the story of poverty, intolerance, a gentle soul providing shelter to a couple who had no where to go and love. John 3:16-17 says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son.
I will admit it, over the years I have over indulged – often nightly. My eyes never close, sounds just fall out of my mouth and my heart explodes. I am a Christmas Light junkie. Put me in a car after dark, drive me around and I will fill the car with Ooooooos and AAhhhhhhhhs that will rock your socks. The next night I will do it again – in a different part of the Sannio Hills – but I am attracted to those lights. Perhaps it has something to do with that big star over Bethlehem. This is one holiday event that we all can do and still keep that ugly virus at bay. The car is a super social distancing bubble and I intend to drag Jack kicking and screaming out to our car to drive around and Ooooo at holiday lights – tonight, tomorrow and dopo domani.
Food glorious food. We are still doing our traditional seven fishes this year with our foodie friends and family. Sharing a meal is a heartwarming holiday ritual. (Did you ever check out this blogs recipe page?) Everyone makes a fish dish and we start eating early and finish pretty close to midnight. Laughter, swapping tales, toasting and burping fill the room. It is a tradition that we will not miss. No, we are not risking our aged bodies in maskless revelry. I set up a FaceBook Messenger Group and we will be eating together but apart. That means we can swig the Prosecco and won’t have far to go when we are done. That also means we can still raise a glass to each other in love, friendship and food.
This holiday season we won’t be gathering in the piazza, wandering the Christmas Market, or going to Sesto Senso for an incredible New Year’s Eve feast and musical event. We will be sending our love to you and yours from our home to your home over wi-fi, phone lines and cell towers. This is the time for gathering up the steam to forge ahead for a new year, a new season and a happy, healthy love filled life. Buon Natale.
Listen up! Italy has a nation wide policy on Covid that includes a Rapid Response Team. Wouldn’t it be cool if the USA did too? The health care system, under the Ministero della Salute – Ministry of Health – remember, Italy has national health care – Il Servizio Sanitario Nazionale – is administered by each region. What follows is a true tale of fast contact tracing and testing in Southern Italy. The country and regions are working together for the greater good –
It all started in the Sannio Hills with the renovation of the medieval castle below. Man the battlements!
On a Saturday at the end of August, the village of Reino in the province of Benevento held an event to celebrate the grand opening of their restored medieval castle. They got great press and hoped the castle would become a tourism anchor. (That link has a video of this grand edifice designed to ward off all war mongering enemies.) The sun was shining and people, including Pontelandolfo’s own mayor, Gianfranco Rinaldi, enjoyed exploring the space. The following Monday, the warm memories turned cold with fear. The mayor of Reino tested positive for Covid 19. Immediately the town and the Azienda Sanitaria Locale (ASL) – the local health agency leaped into action.
The town immediately activated it notification system. Masks were made mandatory everywhere in the town of Reino. With outdoor social distancing they had previously eased up on the wearing of masks.
Everyone who was at the grand opening was contacted. Those contacted helped spread the word. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp and local media all were full of the news.
For example, our Mayor quickly posted his possible Covid contact on Facebook and went into isolation quarantine. Facebook in Pontelandolfo is read by the majority of the citizens. The town uses it to let people know about everything from new laws to weather alerts. The Mayor is a Facebook Friend with just about everyone.
Just how did the town of Reino know who was at the event? How were people contacted so rapidly? How did the Ministry of Health do something that we haven’t been able to do In the USA? One answer is that the majority of citizens in our little corner of Italy have loaded the App Immuni on their smart phones. The idea is simple and doesn’t sacrifice privacy. Immuni doesn’t collect names, dates of birth, addresses, telephone numbers or email addresses. It cannot determine someone’s identity or the identity of those that they come in contact with. It doesn’t save GPS or geolocation data. The data is saved on your smartphone and the connections to the server are encrypted.
Simply put – the App notes where you are, the date and time of the day. That information is saved to your smart phone. If someone else who was in that same place at that same time is tested positive for Covid, you will immediately be contacted through the app. Yeah, yeah all you folks who are afraid of themknowing where you are need to remember that if you have a smart phone, use social media and don’t have an spy quality encrypted phone they probably already do. I realize that not all Italians have a a smart phone and that not all Italians have downloaded the App. What I do know is purely anecdotal from my very politically active sources in the Region of Campania that tell me everyone they know has the App and shares information with elder family members who may not have a phone.
3. Besides the alarm on the App sounding, phones ringing, town websites putting up notices and social media being loaded with information, the province’s Rapid Response Team left the bat cave. The ASL Rapid Response Testing Team set up a mobile voluntary testing site across the piazza from Reino’s castle. Folks got quick blood tests to see if they had Covid antibodies hard at work in their systems. Everyone cooperated. Out of the 746 people in this tiny village who took this quick test 15 people tested positive for the antibodies and went to take the yucky nasal-pharyngeal Covid test. In reality anyone who wanted to could also make an appointment for the full Covid test. Happily Pontelandolfo’s mayor tested negative but remained in quarantine for fourteen days.
4. To control the pandemic, people entering Italy register with the town they are going to and remain in isolation quarantine for two weeks. The police will stop by and check on you. We know that because my cousin, returning from New Jersey to Pontelandolfo, made the mistake of sitting outside on her veranda during her isolation. The police arrived and sent her back inside. We are so blessed in Pontelandolfo that everyone working together for the greater good has kept us Covid free.
Obviously it is much easier with National Health Care and a national plan. I wondered about App use in the USA. Jack insisted he read about Apps were available in the USA but that people were hesitant to use them. Are any connected to government Departments of Health? I wondered if New Jersey’s Department of Health recommended an App. Just for fun, I searched at NJ.gov and then called the General Covid Questions hot line to find out. The gentleman who answered the phone was very nice and put me on hold to investigate. Nope, nada, niente. Unlike Italy, New Jersey residents don’t have access to a tracing application that is coordinated by a government health agency. I asked the call center person to please forward my suggestion that New Jersey needs an App – we can’t wait for the Federal Government – and if there were to be an App it should be mandated. The states I found that have asked citizens to voluntarily use Apps haven’t been successful. North Dakota was the first state. At the end of August, Nevada launched an App. Let us hope that Nevadians sign up. I haven’t been successful in finding many more. Wooo Wooo fear of Big Brother watching seems to be the problem. I’m a theatre kid – I don’t care who watches me, where, doing what or when. Seriously, I don’t care. If tracking where I go can help stem the pandemic, I am all for it. The New York Times just had an article about Apple and Google creating software. Click Here to read the article. If it is coordinated by our home states, I hope we are encouraged to use the software.
As those who follow this blog know, I am not afraid to point out things that don’t work in Italy. We hate to admit it but not everything in Southern Italy is absolutely amazing. This commitment to keeping the population safe, however, is incredible and something that one would hope other bigger countries would copy.
How did September get here? What happened to August? The pandemic – duh – no wonder I have no stories to tell of the annual August festa. Remember the year I tried to write about each of the seven events and slept through the last two? August in Pontelandolfo is usually jam-packed with concerts, art exhibits, processions, remembrance celebrations, Feragosto picnics and house parties. Pontelandolfesi from all over the world return home to eat, drink and reminisce with family seen only once every few years. This year, thanks to the pandemic, the monthlong whirlwind didn’t happen.
No stage was set up in Piazza Roma.
Performing artists weren’t contracted or were cancelled.
Ri Ualanegli, our internationally acclaimed folk dance company, didn’t host a 2020 dance festival.
What did happen in August? Gardens were tended. Crops harvested. Produce canned. Bars opened. Cards were shuffled. People strolled the piazza. Families ate, drank and enjoyed each other. Trekking, forest foraging and picnics took place in the mountain. Beaches were visited. Kids started thinking about school starting on September 14th. Some folks did the usual August thing and went on vacations. Returning vacationers caused a surge in Covid-19 cases.
Pontelandolfo is a microcosm of good health. During the pandemic, there has only been one case of Covid. Perhaps it is the mountain air and great wine. I will start thinking about next August and what a joy the annual festa will be.
It was about 9:30 PM on a blustery early March night – a time when the Hillsborough Shop Rite was usually quiet – that the impact of the Corona Virus hit me. This literally dark and stormy night the megastores’s parking lot was full. Crazed shoppers raced through the building. Shopping carts were piled high. People were wrenching paper towel rolls away from each other. What the hell?
Over the last few months, I bet all of us have seen long vacant toilet paper shelves and a sad empty paper towel aisle. We have also seen resilience and creativity. I found our cloth napkins – we use them for a few days before washing. Why buy paper napkins? A cloth rag works well – who needs paper towels? But flour and yeast – now that is another story.
You all know that my amazing cousin, Annarita, was trapped in our Condo. What did we lust for? Food Pontelandolfo Style. I sobbed over the lack of good crusty bread – like those one kilo loaves made at Diglio Forno. Annarita FaceTimed with her mom, Carmella, and groaned when she saw mamma’s fresh pasta. Jack was aching for pizza from Sesto Senso. Not, a problem, I thought. If we can’t go to the village, let’s bring the village to us.
With flour and yeast, Annarita would replicate those gorgeous gluten powered treats. So I thought. Imagine my tears, when my end of March shop yielded not one wee bit of flour. Yeast – who bought all the yeast? Not one packet of yeast was left on a shelf. Did I look in more than one store – who are you asking? Of course. When did the entire population of Central Jersey start baking? This was not an isolated scene. It may have been a global farina, mouka, mel, harina, flour shortage. My family in Pontelandolfo, who really do know how to bake, roast and toast, also said there was a run on yeast. Obviously for the last few months, around the world, some folks were hoarding toilet paper – others – flour and yeast. It took until April, but I did score flour. Did I say score? Sounds like I was jonesing for flour. Obviously, I travelled far and wide in my quest for flour.
Now that we had flour, it was time for Annarita to do her magic. She wanted to start with pasta and asked me where my pasta machine was. Hmm, I thought where is that machine? Oh yeah, when we moved to Italy I gave my New Jersey machine to my nephew, Christopher. Rolling pin, she asked. Hmmm, where did that go? No problem, we are exceptional women and know how to improvise. A quick search of our condo yielded –
You might think it is a closet rod but we saw a matterello, The long wooden dowel all the women in Pontelandolfo use to roll out dough. Annarita asked if I had a pasta board. Pasta board – you know that huge hunk of wood you knead and then roll dough on. Years ago, when we sold our house in Flagtown, we sold everything and headed for Italy. Who knew that we would buy a condo in New Jersey and be quarantined without furniture, dishes and things like a rolling pin. We were determined. I bleached the counter, tossed down some flour and she was set. We improvised.
Need a place to dry pasta? Improvise – go back to the closet and toss the clothes on the bed.
Yeast? Just ask my sister, Susan! She sent me a link to a YouTube video done by a cute Italian chef – “cuoredicioccolato” is the name of his channel. The video explained how to make sourdough starter from stuff you have in the house! Of course you do need flour. Who knew honey, yogurt or raisons percolating in flour long enough started things growing! Of course, this requires commitment – you have to keep feeding the sour beast flour daily! My niece, Alex, was committed –
Our family improvised it’s way around the crusty bread crisis. Others used their creativity problem solving.
My number one buddy, Janet, works at Somerset County Vocational Technical High School and was part of the team that made thousands of plastic full face masks for medical workers. Everyone knew there was a shortage of Personal Protection Equipment. Faculty and students in the Mechatronics program fired up 3-D printers and voila 3-D printed plastic headbands popped out. Janet said the team scrounged the school to uncover every box of unused plastic transparencies. They gave away thousands of completed masks to local hospitals. Janet showed me one she made–
I am no where near that creative. But, I did solve our lack of masks problem. Masks had to be worn even on the short dash from our condo door to the mail room. Jack pointed out that he had tons of really old t-shirt material boxer shorts and asked if they would work. I didn’t think we could walk around with under-gochies on our heads but hmmm. One leg equals two layers of cotton. Snip, snip – I cut off a leg. Found a stapler and stapled in pleats. I do have a child’s sewing machine and was able to toss a quick stitch or two down the outer edge to keep the pleats in. Took out the staples and added panty streamers for ties.
Yes, that is a vodka bottle. Yes, it was full when I started.
I know that each and everyone of you has been creative and resilient. Under comments share your improvisation! I want to know what creative solutions you all came up with to survive the pandemic. PULEEZE – inquiring minds want to know!
On February 17, 2020 we raced to Newark Airport to pick up my Italian cousin, Annarita. We had great plans! Trips to New York, walks in Philadelphia, strolling through the Grounds for Sculpture and being foodies – eating in every interesting non-Italian restaurant we could find. Annarita is thirty-something and a great sport. The first week we visited New York’s Italian Consulate, wandered city streets and, starting with “French 45” cocktails, enjoyed great French Food. During the trip, rumblings of the Coronavirus were shaking in our head. I carried enough hand wipes and hand sanitizer to keep a troupe of scouts germ free. We smeared our hands with sanitizer in the train stations, cabs and well, just about anytime we touched something – out came the wipes and the sanitizer.
Carrying bleach wipes, sanitizer and vitamin C, Annarita flew off to Texas to spend time with our cousins. She had a great adventure. When she got back – boom – Coronavirus really dropped into New Jersey. Jack and I had just bought a condo and moved in moments before the “stay at home” orders started. Her March tickets back to Italy fell into the trash. The hip young woman was now stuck in a 55 plus condo. WOW! What fun! We cooked, we laughed, we got everything delivered and didn’t venture out. After six weeks of this frivolity, she was ready to go back to Italy. The other reality was, foreign nationals without Visas are only allowed to stay in the USA for 90 days. With this administration’s posturing on foreign folks we were frantic to get her back by day 89.
We had two problems to deal with – 1. Would Italy let her back in the country? 2. If we couldn’t get her home by day 89, what would happen to her when she tried to leave the USA at a later date? Taking deep breaths we booked a Lufthansa flight to Naples.
Would Italy let her in –
AUTODICHIARAZIONE GIUSTIFICATIVA DELLO SPOSTAMENTO IN CASO DI ENTRATA IN ITALIA DALL’ESTERO spit out of my printer. This Self-declaration Form of Displacement must be completed by any Italian National coming back to Italy from abroad. Since the east coast of the USA is a red zone, we started to worry and wondered what she would have to write and certify. Unless, you have an urgent reason to return, Italy would prefer you stay away in self quarantine. She had to attest that she didn’t have the virus and hadn’t been near anyone who did. The question that got me was, what is the urgency to come back? The bloody 90 day cut off for her American stay was the urgency. She also had to guarantee she had a place to serve a fourteen day isolation quarantine. That means – alone, no family, remain in a space where no one else has access. We wouldn’t know if they would let her in until she got there!
Could she stay in the USA longer than 90 days –
Before she came to visit she completed an application for the Visa Waiver program, ESTA – she needed a valid Electronic System for Travel Authorization (ESTA) This is what Europeans usually apply for – you can fill it out at a Travel Agency. Easy – right? Except, according to Travel.state.gov –
If you enter the United States under the Visa Waiver Program, you are not permitted to extend your stay in the United States beyond the initial admission period. You must depart the United States on or before the date on your admission stamp when you entered the United States.
I couldn’t get a hold of anyone in the Department of State. Does anyone still work there? Being an old politico, I sent a nice campaign donation to my local congressperson. I then sent an e-mail and asked for help with the DOS. The office aide did call me and leave her Washington number. I called back and obviously the aide blew me off because I never heard another word. We were afraid that in today’s American climate she would be in major trouble if she overstayed the 90 day tourism window European visitors are allowed. Until she landed in Rome, we still worried.
It took angst, my skill of phone sex or phone tears magic and the ever powerful lawyer Rossella but in the middle of May Annarita was finally able to go home. Home being my favorite southern Italian Village, Pontelandolfo. Was it easy? No. Were we gnashing teeth, arguing with airlines, frantic to get in touch with anyone in power? Yes
Let us start with the flight. Just by chance – I had called Lufthansa to check on her flight status – we discovered that her flight to Naples via Frankfort was cancelled. WHAT? I asked the representative why we didn’t get an e-mail or a text message or even a notification on the Lufthansa app? Who knows why? We went to the Naples Airport website and discovered that no flights were coming in or out. It seems that the small regional airports were closed. The reality was she had to fly from Frankfort to Rome. Great, you’re thinking, Rome is cool. Sadly, after literally hours on the phone with three different people in the Lufthansa call center, we discovered that because Italy is so concerned with social distancing and the safety of its residents they insist planes flying in had to be no more than half full. The only flight would arrive in Rome at 5:45PM.
Too late to get a train close to home – besides it was impossible to get train tickets. Maybe someone can drive the three hours and pick her up. WRONG! Italy knows how far reaching this virus is and contains it by not letting people go from one region or another unless they work in a vital industry. That means that no one from Campania can drive to Lazio and pick her up. We were frantic. Her family in Pontelandolfo was besides themselves. Her sister kept calling hotels in Rome. A pal who owns a travel agency called all his pals trying to get Annarita a place to stay. All of the hotels are being used for isolation quarantine. There are no beds in Rome. The tension mounted and pounds of cookies, biscotti and tortes were being devoured. We could get her to Rome but then….
Thank the Lord for Rossella, ace advocate and older sister, she found out that there were some limousine services that could cross regional borders. One was found in nearby Benevento. I am imaging the back passenger seat being a containment bubble. The driver texted Annarita and said not to worry he would be there and be carrying “real Italian” coffee for her.
Everything was in place – or was it. We got Annarita to Newark Airport three hours early. Social distancing apparently wasn’t on anyone’s brain. That said, the airline employees did exercise caution. Annarita said that no one would touch her luggage. She printed her own boarding pass, luggage tags etc. The wait for the flight was harrowing. No one respected the six feet rule. Airline employees screamed, “RESPECT DISTANCING.” But with hundreds of people anxious to get out of New Jersey, it was chaotic. Chairs were X’d out but people just stood crowded together. It was frightening. People all wore masks and many others wore white coveralls covering their clothes. They covered up but crowded up – makes no sense. To board the plane – it was a United flight – the had six foot makers near the door. Five people at a time were called to that position and allowed to board. The boarded from the rear of the plane first. That was smart. No one was standing in the aisle breathing on seated folks. Annarita said the plane was half-full and there were empty seats between people. Then she landed in Frankfort.
Frankfort was “impossible”. I thought the Germans would have had this organized. They didn’t and worse – Lufthansa had lied to us. The plane to Rome was not half full. It was freakin’ overbooked. People were packed near the gate and arguing to be let on. She got on. Kept her mask on and sanitized her hands a million times.
The Rome airport was organized and social distancing was mandated. There was a long spaced line for everything. They took the temperatures of very young people and others. Luckily, Annarita had filled out the Self Declaration Form in advance. Folks queued up for about twenty minutes to get a table and fill out the form. Again, one person at a table please. Every single traveller met with someone from border control to review the form. Questions were asked and answered. Annarita breezed through.
The Limo driver met her, helped with the luggage and walked with her to the car. Hand sanitizer and wipes were in abundance. She sighed, settled back and made it home to Pontelandolfo.
When an Italian returns they must also give a form to the local police, the mayor’s office and A.S.L. – Aziende Sanitarie Locali – universal health care agency.
Our house in Pontelandolfo was obviously empty so she hunkered down there. Her family had stocked the refrigerator and pantry, the wi-fi was on and the television works. What more could she want? After the fourteen days, someone will come and test her or give her a physical. That hasn’t happened yet. Doesn’t matter. She is home. She is healthy. She has opened the windows in my house.
Hopefully, after she is back with her family, we too will soon be isolation quarantining in our Southern Italian home.
Days have passed and it seems that in our New Jersey home one day folds into another. Yes, we remain indoors. Yes, we only leave to go to the pharmacy and vegetable store. Yes, household supples, meat and dairy get delivered. Yes, I am anal about wiping down all deliveries and hand washing. Yes, after returning home from an outside trek, I insist that Jack or I immediately strip, shower and wash the outdoor clothes. Yes, besides contacting family and friends here and in Pontelandolfo, I have been a binge watching, novel reading full time layabout.
My “what have you done for me lately” brain got a spurt of energy and sent me to my computer. It is time to tell you the story of Pontelandolfo (BN) and the Coronavirus. My cousin Annarita came to visit us at the end of February expecting to stay for a month and a half. Then the Coronavirus hit Italy and she decided to stay with us. Then the Coronavirus hit the USA and the three of us realized we had to hunker-down in New Jersey for the duration. With her here, we get daily updates on the life of our Pontelandolfo family and friends.
What I realized is that the Italians in Southern Italy do everything with resolve and passion. When Giuseppe Conte, Prime Minister of Italy, said the quarantine would be extended until April 30 people execepted it. Unlike the ridiculous stories I read in the New Jersey papers no one had a wedding, birthday party, or state house protest with hordes of people. They stayed home. Because they stayed home, only one person in our small Southern Italian village has tested positive for the Coronavirus. The person who tested positive is a nurse in an out of town rehabilitation center. She is isolated in her home and will stay there until she tests negative. The virus has not spread in our village. However, there is a flour and yeast shortage.
Schools were closed and teachers are providing home based lessons. The high schools seem to be giving final exams on line. All the elementary school kids were encouraged to create a rainbow to hang in their windows. The activity was an opportunity for parents to explain how working together by staying home is for the good of everyone.
I can only talk about what is happening in Pontelandolfo. From my family I have gotten first hand information – it helps to have politicos in the family who have an information main line.
Information distribution is key during a crisis. Starting early in March, the country went to the mattresses to stop the onslaught. #iorestoacasa. Pontelandolfo uses signage, e-mails, facebook and its Pontelandolfo 2.0 app to get the word out.
The municipality of Pontelandolfo gave each family one washable mask to use. Why only one? Because only one person per family may leave the house to go the grocery store, butcher, or Farmacia. That person must print out and fill out a “self-certifying traveling for proven needs” form. (Folks titter that every time Premiere Conte speaks there is a new form to fill out.) The police stop all cars coming into town and ask to see the form. They stop you on the way out too. There better not just be a jug of wine and no groceries! Yes, you can get a ticket. The police presence is excepted as necessary and a reminder to stay home.
The sense of community is amazing. The three levels of government, social service agencies and individuals are all working together for the greater good. The men and women who volunteer to be part of Protezione Civile Pontelandolfo, have been instrumental in providing information and assistance. Idea Bellezza, a local company, donated food and hygiene products to distribute. For Easter, the municipality brought Easter Baskets to every child. Tina Perone of Farmacia Perone made hand sanitizer for every customer. The Region of Campania also bought masks for the pharmacies to give away.
Vincenzo De Luca, the president of the Region of Campania announced the following assistance. The region allocated fourteen million euro for a fund called Bando con laFamiglie. Social Service agencies got funding early for problems in the community. Funding was put in place to get food from the producers to the distribution sites. Students who can’t afford to buy their school books and supplies would be helped. Money is also available for families with children under the age of 15 and need financial assistance. Since all children are at home, €500 per month is available to help families that work in essential services pay for babysitting. That said, when the fund is depleted the funding stops unless there is something else in the pipeline.
Conte’s Italy, is providing additional help. INPS, think social security agency, is providing assistance. Anyone receiving a INPS check of less than €1,000 gets up to €500 from the government to insure they receive a monthly pension check of at least €1,000. Since all students are learning from home, there is money available to buy poor students computers and get their homes hooked up to the internet. Funding is available to distribute food to families in economic difficulty. Self – employed persons and those with small companies are also being assisted.
My first thought was could someone double dip – get funding for the same sort of thing from all levels of government. My cousin looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I guess the answer is no.
Families are spending time together. Music is being made. Songs are sung. No one disobeys the rule to stay home and don’t go beyond two hundred feet of your home. Nationally, Coronavirus numbers are falling. In Pontelandolfo the number remains one.
I think there are lessons to be learned here. The government jumped in and tested tons of people. Rules were put in place and the people listened. Everyone understood that one helps oneself and the world by staying home.
When “buffalo” means Buffalo Mozzarella! Who knew that the creamiest of mozzarella cheeses came from a water buffalo? I didn’t. Did I just admit a lack of knowledge on something edible and Italian?
About 20 years ago, Jack, my Aunt Cat and I drove through the valleys of Compania searching for buffalo. Silly me imaging the bison that ruled the plains were nestled in the Sannio Hills. Oooops – classic mistake. Can you imagine milking a two-story tall mammoth bison? Thanks to Martenette Farms, a group of ten farm to table foodies will see the buffalo for themselves.
Fattoria al Tavolo With Martenette Farms*
Ace organic farmers Andrea and Tony of Martenette Farms in Hillsborough, New Jersey wanted to share their love of farming and good eating with others. They created a super culinary and farm adventure that takes place in my home town, Pontelandolfo, from October 17 – 24, 2020. Guess what it includes? A visit to a buffalo farm!
Participants will explore, eat and live in a small southern Italian village. Becoming part of village life, they will gain a cultural understanding of what lies behind great Southern Italian dishes. This farm to table experience is for those of you who want to see a part of Italy that is off the crowded tourist trail, see where the local food comes from and taste dishes that go back generations.
For example, the group will eat in private homes and at agriturismos – farms that serve food. Visit working farms, hear lectures on herbs, look for edibles in the Sannio Hills, learn the ancient sport of cheese rolling – La Ruzzula, and of course visit olive groves and taste great wine after trekking through vineyards.
I can’t wait to meet this group of culinary adventurers! Ci vediamo!
*Regretfully, there are no special dietary considerations. Since you will eating in people’s homes, not restaurants, accommodations cannot be made for allergies or preferences. This medieval village has charming cobblestone streets, but it is not handicapped accessible. The adventure and experience in the home of local families requires the ability to climb stairs, walk on uneven streets and feel comfortable in a hilly mountain environment. The calendar of events may change but will be similar.