Passaparola – Pass Those Words Along

As I entered the office, I turned and said: “Bongiorno Graziella – il tuo vestito blu è magnifico.” “Luigi – che fa?”

Vittoria, our morning mom looked around and then at me like I was – well – justifiably insane. There wasn’t a sole in my little office under the stairs. Well, cripes, I was dressed, made up and going to work. Can’t I talk to my pretend co-workers? Is that so strange. I figure it is better than talking to myself.

Jack, walked down the stairs and raised an eyebrow – talking to yourself again?

Not wanting them to stare boldly at me anymore, I picked up my iPad and headed down to the piazza. There, I could talk to myself and it is ok. I’m the bizarre American lady – it is expected.

Writers write – isn’t that talking to yourself and hoping that someone answers? Or better still that someone takes those words and passes them to others via a production. Passaparola means passing something along – word of mouth. Doesn’t that imply the sharing of tales and passing them down mouth by mouth? As I sit in Piazza Roma, I realized I had the perfect tale of passing stories on. The play I wrote, Many Snows Ago, is based on the very short tales of the Lenape and other Eastern Woodland indigenous people who shared their history, philosophy and humor verbally. During winter months, a storyteller would gather everyone around and bring those tales to life. Passaparola!

This past spring, a group of incredible teenagers passed the words found in Many Snows Ago around. . Actually, they questioned and understood more about my words than I did. Thanks to the forever creative Janet Cantore Watson, my play, Many Snows Ago, was used for a New Jersey Skills USA Stagecraft Design Competition. NJ Skills USA is part of the Vocational, Technical and Industrial Schools program.

Teams of four students, dressed in backstage black arrived at the state-wide Skills USA competition held at Somerset County Vocational Technical High School. These were creative whipper smart Vocational Technical High School kids. Each team included at least one Theater Arts student to draft the Stage Management book. Three other team members were students from supporting vocational programs (i.e. Carpentry, Electrician, Cosmetology, Performing Arts…)

Each team got a copy of Many Snows Ago and had three hours to read it, design it and make a short video pitching their visions. Three of the following areas had to be created – Set Design/Construction, Costume Design/Construction, Theatrical Lighting Design, Stage Make-Up Design, and/or Theatrical Sound Design. The theater arts student was responsible for notating all cues and stage direction in the Stage Manager’s binder copy of the script. THREE HOURS to accomplish all of that!

The Winning Team produced an unbelievable production proposal. It was so good, I wished their school would produce the play using their ideas. What school? Only the award winning Monmouth County Vocational School District’s Communications High School located in Wall, NJ. Actually, I wish any school would use their ideas and create this nuanced vision of the script. Kudos to Shawn Ribeiro, Sophia Vigliotti, Ava Tohy and Juliet Hernandez. Janet snapped a photo of me with the talented winning young women. (I’m the smushed face FaceTiming in on the phone.)

Their video pitch started with an overview of their perspective on the themes and through lines. WOWZA! When I write, I just tell the story. These teens mined for ideas found deep in each tale. Our roots, ie heritage, transcend the passage of time and connect us to those who came before us and will come after us. The design through lines included roots, clocks, and Lenape iconic clothing interspersed with hints of the 1600’s to modern wear.

I was blown away by the costume designs. The principal character is the Storyteller who shares each of the individual tales in story theater manner with the ensemble. What follows is what the designer explained. Note the skirt made of torn up pages of books that represented the interconnections of the stories as they were passed down. The belt is classic Lenape. The greenery in the hair represent the roots of the tales. Can I say WOWZA again.

One of the secondary themes the group explained was the intertwining of greed and imperialism. They noted that greed is still very present today. Hence, the garb of the European explorers juxtaposed contemporary suits, bling and a fur cape. The make up was a touch of Regency – powdered wig and white powder. Another WOWZA.

The circular set had a tree with exposed roots in the center. This was the position of the Storyteller. A clock face, symbolizing the passage of time was embedded. They noted the clock would chime between scenes. OMG, I want these kids to produce this play. Monmouth County Vocational School’s Communications High Schools rocks it!

Now another generation has learned from the EasternWoodland Indians and they too can pass those tales – words- on. Passaparola!

So what does this have to do with Nonna’s Mulberry Tree and a woman spending her third act in a small Italian village? Everything. That play, even though it had been presented numerous times, got its publication chops right here in this piazza. Where I could revise, talk out loud, look deranged and with the spirit of my nonna beside me send it off to a publisher. Next Stage Press now has the work and it is available for purchase just to read and/or licensing. (Yes, that was a blatant pitch.)

Ci vediamo!

Midge

Hitting the Road!

“Hit the road Midge and don’t ya come back no more, no more.” I have been persecuting Jack and my PR pal George by bellowing out those lyrics whenever I talk about setting up an East Coast USA reading tour for my book about life in Italy, Cars, Castles, Cows and Chaos. George lives in the Netherlands and has been pimping me off to bookstores, Italian Clubs, women’s clubs and just about anyone he can think of. Jack, just raised an eyebrow at “pimping.” Hey, that is a PR vocabulary word – isn’t it? I will be in New Jersey for six months beginning in November and George has me hitting the road. I love the theatre of it all. At first, I wanted to do a November reading tour – a gig a day for 30 days. Jack explained that I might need to spend the whole day after a reading, sipping wine and being social sleeping.

What! I cried. I’ve done two shows a day for six days. Reading for an hour and schmoozing is a piece of cake.

How old were you when you did two shows a day?

Well – oh – ugggg.

One show, I mean reading, a day with a minimum of one day off in-between is now the plan. Except for the first week. Jack hadn’t made up the well thought out though yucky rule yet and we have bookings.

Janet Cantore Watson, the books illustrator, has already started taking her artistic show on the road. During the spring she did a signing at Commonplace Reader Bookstore in Yardly, PA. Before that, together we did a reading at Cafe Brio in Hillsborough and Rossi’s Restuarant and Bar in Hamilton. (We love all types of venues.) This past week Janet did one show a day for three days at the Somerset County 4-H Fair. (I did tell Jack that if Janet could do it so could I. He pointed out the age difference. The creep.) She came up with a great concept. She reads a story from Cars, Castles, Cows and Chaos and then has the audience create illustrations for that tale. Clever, creative and encourages listening. Check out the video –

Janet is an amazing woman and puts fun into everything she does. We have gotten lots of positive feedback from her workshops. Sadly, I can’t draw a stick figure so I need to stick to entertaining. Here are the gigs I have so far. If you want more information email me at info@nonnasmulberrytree.com

November 9 –  Newtown Bookshop in Newtown, PA. 6:30PM

November 10 – Frenchtown Bookstore in Frenchtown, NJ. 7:00 PM

November 11 – Unico District X Kenilworth in Kenilworth, NJ 2:00 PM (Reservations please)

November 16 – Women’s Group of the Pontelandolfo Club. Waterbury, CT 6:30 PM

November 29 – Verve Restaurant 2nd Floor. Somerville, NJ. 6:30 PM

December 4 – Booked on Germantown Ave, Philadelphia, PA. 4:00 PM

December 13 – Horizons at Woodland Second Tuesday Book Club Lakewood, NJ

Let Me Entertain You! If I am not doing something creative and fun, I will be bored silly. During my six months in New Jersey, if you find me places to read, you will be keeping me sane. I will be forever grateful and Jack will thank you because I will not be driving him pazzo. I’m free, funny and won’t embarrass you – well maybe a little. Seriously, I would love to come and share stories from Cars, Castles, Cows and Chaos (this is the international link) with your club, organization, condo complex etc. Just contact me and I’ll put it in the calendar.

Time to head down to Bar Elimar and have a Compari Spritz and people watch. Thanks for always being there for me.

Ci vediamo.

Midge – midgeguerrera.com

Getting to Naples Airport

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Road Rage Doesn’t Become Me.

It is so exciting for us when our friends and family come to visit. It is not so exciting to drive to the Naples airport. We love our family and friends but aren’t kind and gentle enough to drive to the Rome airport to pick them up.  We (OK me – Jack is kind) tell them to fly to Naples.  Now, after schlepping to Naples numerous times to procure our loved ones, cursing and shrieking during the drive and watching Jack clutch the wheel while I turned green –  I started thinking there must be a better way.  Couldn’t the adventuresome guests take the train?  Yeah, yeah, yeah I know, I’m a bitch but have you driven in Naples or Rome?

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Janet Cantore Watson came and found her Cantore cousins in Pontelandolfo!

It is a small world.  I have always considered Janet my daughter and discovering she had family where I had family was an uber woo woo moment.  Being a brazen lady of the world, Janet was the first guest to take a bus from a stop seconds from our house to Naples.  We were told that an early morning direct bus to Naples stopped in the piazza in Compolattaro.  That piazza is literally 5 minutes from our house.  We were there in the wee hours of the morning.  A tiny little bus stopped.  I asked if it went to Naples. “Si” said the lying S.O.B. bus driver.  Janet kissed us goodbye and got on.  As we were leaving a big bus pulled around the corner – h’mmm I wondered?   The first bus only went as far as Benevento – the second bus was the right one.  Merde.  Janet had to figure out which bus from Benevento went to Napoli.  Jack just pointed out that the first driver was not an S.O.B since he stayed with Janet and escorted her to the right bus – which cost her €10.  Double Merde.  After tooling around Naples Janet hopped a €16 cab to the airport. Her experience taught us that we have to over research everything and ask ALL the right questions.

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My brilliant niece, Alexandra Rose, was the first to explore the train to the plane connections from Pontelandolfo to the Naples airport.

When she came to visit this fall, Alex wanted to hang in Naples with her cousin Giusy. ( I didn’t ask what they got up to and they didn’t tell.)  After landing at the Naples Cappodichino  airport she hopped the Naples Alibus Airport Shuttle.  It took her to Naple’s Central Train Station.  After frolicking with Giusy, she took a Metrocampania train from Naples to Benevento.  There we scooped her up in big hugs and drove the scant twenty minutes home.

It is wonderful to have an adventuresome kid in my life.  Living in London she has traveled all over Europe alone.  Alex has scored thousands of points with this Auntie Mame.  Returning to London, Alex was going to do the trip directly to the airport. We hopped in the car and took a short slide down the mountain to Stazione di Benevento.

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There Alex was able to get a ticket on a Metrocampania NordEst train to Napoli Termini.  She tells me the ride was quick, easy and uneventful.

Next, the ever resourceful traveler jotted down specific directions to the AliBus shuttle from Napoli Termini to Naples Cappodichino airport for whoever was going to try it next.  Alex’s directions were simple enough. Tickets were cheap too.  It’s €4 if you buy the ticket on the bus or €3 if you buy it at a shop – but we don’t know which ones.  She was easily at the airport and on the way to England.

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Marta Figueroa – our next adventurer.

Marta, the traveling buddy of my youth, spent a fun filled week with us.  Being another world wide explorer she said it was stupid for us to repeat the drive to the Naples airport.  We had picked her up there and she got the full driving in Naples and on the highways experience.  “How could they be passing on a solid line?”  “Is going that fast legal?”

We got Marta to the Benevento  Train Station in plenty of time.  There isn’t great parking near the station so Jack stayed with the car.  I went in to discover that Alex was right – buying tickets was a breeze.  The station was organized – just lacked parking which reminded me of NJ Transit.  The ticket to Naples was only €5.  She got on the train and all was well until she got to Naples.  Even though we had Alex’s directions and knew that the Alibus stop is located in Piazza Garibaldi midway between the Central Station and Corso Garibaldi.  No one could help her figure out which door out of the train station headed in the right direction.  When she finally dragged her suitcase to the right place a kindly gent suggested that since the bus wouldn’t be there for ten minutes she cross the street and buy a ticket in advance.  Marta bought the ticket and  watched an Alibus come in, unload and leave.  What???  Maybe the driver had to pee.  A second bus came in, unloaded and left!  Now she is panicking about making her flight.  Finally, a full 45 minutes later,  an empty Alibus appeared and let the throng of people on.  Imagine how many people were now cued up, worried about catching trains and dragging luggage.  Marta pushed her way onto the bus and then watched the drama unfold.  The driver wouldn’t leave until a very proper British type lady got a new ticket.  She spoke Italian with great force and pretension.  “I have a bloody ticket and will not buy another.”  Now, you must validate the ticket in the electronic ticket machine on the bus and it is good for 90 minutes from validation.  What Marta couldn’t figure out is if the women had validated it too long ago or it was three years old.  She said the shouts and screams were incredible.  People on the bus were offering to pay her way.  The driver threatened to call the police.  She threatened to – well I don’t remember what.  But there was much shrieking until – —

The bus took off and Marta made it to the airport with only twenty minutes before the boarding of her flight.  Her recommendation – take the taxi!

Some cynic said to me – “Mussolini is dead you can’t expect public transportation to run on time.”