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HISTORY
OF S. GREGORIO MATESE
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| Baroness
Amelia Del Giudice |
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| Band
of San Gregorio Matese in 1927 |
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| Corpses
of soldiers during II World War. |
XX
Cent.
In
the old Congrega church Marcellino De Lellis played the organ.
But in the night of November 2 all the people stay in house,
because the deceased people of the village went in a procession
from the Church to the new cemetery that had just been constructed,
the present one.
Theatre shows were held in the public square, where the Baroness
Amelia
Del Giudice laughed heartily at sketches of
Vincenzo Cordi, Ugo Caso, Giovangiuseppe
Bojano, Giacomo Fattore and of the others that
recited the texts of Luigi Ciccarelli, nicknamed Bandone,
a poet of the Matese. Some villagers stay together to form
the band.
The teacher came once a week with any weather. Bernabei played
the cymbals and indeed cursed, while the tuba of Vecchione
was resounding until not long ago.
Then the war burst forth, the men left and many were dispersed
to Russia or to the Mediterranean. In 1943 the Germans arrived
and they camped in the garden of the present Hotel Mount Miletto.
The fear cut through the air. The house of Beniamino Gianfrancesco
on Elci street was set afire because he had protected the
English.
When a German airplane fell on Raspato, the Nazis carried
the corpses
of the seven soldiers to Villa Ginevra and they put up a stake
of honor. The people of San Gregorio, with a mixture of fear
and admiration, watched those blond and haughty young men.
Sparalampi, an original type, is the only one that is not
found nowhere. It is said that he has killed the airplane
with an old shot-gun (ribotto).
But the true fear arrived with the Americans, who from Alife
came raining down with cannon shots at Santa Croce. The young
boys of San Gregorio called to them, saying that the road
was free, in as much as the Germans had already withdrawn.
The soldiers ceased firing. They then went in the village
and put the tents in the beautiful Park Luisa. They seek the
young ladies for an hour of love, and when they get drunk
during the night, the villagers plunder tinned food and cigarettes.
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