Cars, Castles, Cows and Chaos
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The road to change is paved with many adventures. In this case, it began with a tree. As a New Jersey native, Midge Guerrera knows she can handle whatever is thrown her way. But set against the idyllic Italian countryside, Midge never expected car trouble, terrifyingly winding roads, vespa gangs, and crowds of loud soccer fans.
Midge Guerrera
Midge Guerrera, now in her second act, has been a professor, producer, director, actor, arts administrator and funny lady. Midge is a produced and published playwright who now is bringing laughter to readers through her blog Nonna's Mulberry Tree, which features the food, fun and foibles of being a part-time expat in a small Southern Italian village and her humorous book. "Cars, Castles, Cows, and Chaos," published by Read Furiously is set against the gorgeous roads of Italy.
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Cars, Castles, Cows and Chaos - Midge Guerrera
Copyright 2022 Midge Guerrera and Janet Cantore-Watson
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Published by Read Furiously. First Edition. Trenton, NJ.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Year One
The Car Rental
Stick Shifts, Parking, and Gas Olio
Don’t Drive in Naples
Don Quixote and I
Stop!
To Market, to Market to Buy a Fat Pig
Where’s Midge??
The Tower
Year Two
The First Purchase
The Quest
The Dance of the Baa Baa
What is That?
GPS to Nowhere
How Much? Don’t Worry!
Year Three and Every Year Since
New Car Blues
Finding the Cavalieres
Fall Migration
Snow Alert
Following the Dancing Pastiera
Ticket? What Ticket?
Curbside Service Pontelandolfo Style
On the Roads of Apuglia
Milano Here we Come
Biker Gang Rules the Highway!
Arrest Him
Epilogue
Author’s Note
This book is a memoir and reflects mini moments in my life. Some names and characteristics have been changed, some events have been compressed and others elongated. The stories and dialogue have been embellished and recreated. Some Italian has been italicized to establish a specific tone.
Prologue
It was a tree that broke this camel’s back. One morning we woke up to yet another storm-felled giant tree on our New Jersey lawn. Another fallen, thousand-dollar-to-remove-it tree. We groaned at what we knew would be our fifth thousand-dollar tree removal phone call, looked at each other and said, Let’s sell the bloody house.
My, that sounds spontaneous and frankly, a bit insane.
The next day a contract was signed and the house was on the market. The house that had been in my Italian family for close to a century. On the market meant the bits and pieces of my family history stored in barns, attics, the basement and sheds had to be sorted, catalogued, cried over and let go. The house, we had totally renovated, loved but since retiring spent less and less time in, sold in one week. Gulp.
The buyer wanted to close in a month. Gulp, gulp.
Crushed into a ten-by-ten-foot storage unit was stuff we couldn’t live without. We sold everything else, including cars, clothes, furniture – everything. Yes, you can empty a two-hundred- and fifty-year-old farmhouse, barns and garages in a month. We contracted a company that transformed our home into a two-story market. Each room became its own little shop – clothes shop, collectables shop, tool shop, art gallery, furniture warehouse.
People came, bought and carried our New Jersey history away with them. At the end of the three-day sale, the dregs of our lives remained floating on the terraces, hidden in barns and tossed in the basement. What to do? Hmm, what you can’t sell you give away. I had given away books, clothes, and furniture via Freecycle.org for years. That method requires giving away one item at a time. I had a pazillion items and the clock was ticking. I looked at a barn and wondered if I could do a spin on a well-advertised garage sale. No money exchanges hands and everybody walks away with something. I invented the Free Sale and had hundreds of folks lining up for a chance to trek through our barn and take whatever they could carry out.
I posted ads on all the garage sale websites, in the newspaper and of course illegally on telephone poles. At 8:00 AM on the morning of the Free Sale, balloons marked the end of our driveway and signs guided drivers to the parking field. The event was to run from 9:30 AM until 2:00PM.
At 8:05 AM the first car pulled in.
At 8:06 the second car parked and blocked the driveway. I went to the first driver and explained we weren’t opening until 9:30. The woman, with a gaggle of kids in the car, told me her daughter was destitute and needed anything she could find – couldn’t she please look first? The second car was obviously manned by an antique dealer. He smiled and asked to just have a little peak to see if it was worthwhile.
I said, Sure, anything you find costs $100 to take away.
What! This is advertised as a Free Sale and all must go.
Yup, at 9:30 everything is free. At 8:10 everything costs $100.
Do you have place tickets?
Place tickets? I figured we would be lucky if 3 people came.
I smiled and said, Of course I have place tickets in the house. I’ll be right back – and don’t open the barn door!
I raced into the soon-not-to-be my house, scrounged up a pad of paper and started cutting little squares. I numbered one through ten and ran back out to the drive. After handing driver number one who was still looking sadly at the barn, ticket number 1, I handed ticket number 2 to the dealer. Off they went, promising to return. I numbered up to 20 and thought that was optimistic.
By 9:15 AM the parking field was packed and I had given out 100 tickets! People were lined up down our long driveway. They were getting antsy. My theatre brain kicked in and I started entertaining. Laughter quelled the beast. I made up rules on the spot. Rules that absolutely worked:
1. I would let people into the barn in groups of 5 and they had five minutes to find their treasures. I sounded a bell at the end of five minutes.
2. Only adults were allowed in the barn.
3. They could only take what they could carry out. (People became very creative using all sorts of things as carryalls – the rusted milking pail came out filled with a rolled throw rug balancing through the handles.)
4. Once they carried out a load, they got a new ticket and went to the end of the line.
Groans went up, but everyone was eager to play. I had called for reinforcements. My sister raced over and set up a play area for kids. My pal, Janet, worked the line making balloon animals. Cousin Maryellen set up a boombox and got folks dancing. I rang a bell and the first five raced in. People took stuff that I would have paid someone to take to the dumps. Shovel bottoms without handles, cat carrier missing the door, jars of rusted nails, faded political signs from the 1960s and every last piece of anything in that barn. By noon the barn was broom clean. Whish, everything went in a couple of carnival-like hours. Even though it took a day out of my life, it saved me the cost of a dumpster!
Afterwards, I sipped a Scotch and stared at the now empty parking field. I asked my husband, Jack: Now what?
Having talked about retiring in Italy and having no place to go in New Jersey, it seemed prudent to test Italy out. We rented a place in Pontelandolfo, Italy for four months. Why this tiny little hilltop town in Campania? Pontelandolfo is my ancestral village and when I walk the hills, I feel my nonna walking beside me. In 1995, I had done a lot of genealogical research in the village’s municipal building. We found my dad’s first cousins. Cousins that he didn’t know existed. They embraced us and we continued to visit them almost every year for fifteen years. We would stay a few days, then a week, then two weeks and then once dragged by dad along and rented an apartment for a month. We loved the town and the people.
Figuring out what we would do after a four-month foray into Italy wasn’t on my checklist. That’s what sisters and cousins are for! Couch surfing for pensioners! Are we insane?
Am I insane?
Don’t answer that.
The four months were just a teaser. Waking up to the fresh air and walking down the hill to the piazza for the ninety-cent cappuccino and conversation was a game changer. Jack and I adored our new landlords and the incredibly low price we paid for a huge house. We promptly signed a year-round lease on the house and have been spending half of the year in Southern Italy ever since.
La Dolce Vita – the sweet life…
…or is it?
The Car Rental
Rat-ta-tat-tat-rat-ta-tat-tat-tttttaat - my brain was firing on all pistons. A stream of incoherent expletives in two languages shot out of my mouth and echoed through our otherwise empty house. How the hell was I going to get everything done?
My list was short