Roots! (Frank’s story)

Only twice in my life have I exited an airport and been met by someone holding up a name card – Milan, twenty-two years ago, was the first. Under this card I was to meet my wife in a commercial for CartaSi – an Italian credit card company. We got stuck in traffic on the way into the city and she took the opportunity to show the taxi-driver a name on a scrap of paper, asking where it was and how far it was from Milan. About an hour by train, I told her – it was the only time I had seen Sesto Calende written down apart from on my mother’s birth certificate! She went on to tell me of a friend of hers who lived in Sesto and commuted every day to teach English in the city. She had made plans to visit her on her day off from filming, so I asked if she could look in the phone book to see how many Bassettis there were. Pages, she told me on her return. So it was that I extended my stay (luckily we had open tickets, as they didn’t know how long the filming would take) and went in search of my roots. Armed with photocopies of my mother’s birth certificate I headed for the Town Hall, where a friendly clerk said she would do her best and for me to come back the next day… which of course I did. On my way back to the hotel I called in to a photographic shop to pick up some film for my camera. Having served the customer in front of me, the shop owner turned to me and asked me quite abruptly what I was doing in Sesto. I was quite taken aback by his directness and told him so but he just replied saying, well you’re not from Sesto and it’s not the tourist season…so what are you doing here? I told him I was researching my mother’s family whom I’d never met. Ah he said, the man you want is Signor Varalli, the local amateur genealogist and ex-Mayor. Back at the hotel, I asked the manager if she could call the number the photographer had given me and arrange a visit. She was happy to oblige and that afternoon I rang his door-bell and was ushered in by a lovely old man in slippers, who led me into a room, the shelves of which were packed with hand-written exercise books of all the families of the area. Ah, Bassetti he said..una grande familia…. He had meticulously recorded not just births and deaths but professions, where people had moved to and the age of the mothers when they gave birth. In no time, he had located my branch of the family and I was able to fill in a few more details. At the town hall I had managed to photocopy the exact location of the family grave and Sgr. Varalli phoned an erstwhile colleague to ask where it was to be found. At this point his son jumped up and offered to drive me there. We squeezed into his Fiat 500cc and sure enough found the modest gravestone without too much trouble – there were Bassetti tombs the size of a small house – We asked if anyone tended it and were told we’d just missed them…they were here last month, they come every year from Belgium ! I felt that the search was coming to a dead-end but was told if I wanted to get more information I should call by the church, as they have family archives going back many generations. My time was limited so having got no reply from the priest’s doorbell, I headed back to Milan, from where I was able to phone him. Our conversation was very clipped, in part because of the paucity of my Italian but also, I suspected, because I made mention of Sgr Varalli. I think he was of the left and I was reminded of the wonderful stories of Don Camillo and Peppone – which chronicle the small town rivalry between a catholic priest and communist mayor.

Jump forward 22 years and here I am again in Sesto, this time seeking an audience with the archivist at the church ‘office’. She only works there on Wednesdays, so I’m going to have to wait til Ruth and I get back from the UK in 12 days time, for the next episode…. Meanwhile Ruth and I had met a lovely group affiliated to a leftist party, who were selling roast chestnuts and home-made pastries down by the lake.

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Strangely, there were no pamphlets declaring their parties’ policies or plans, simply a banner saying ‘Sesto together’. They were raising funds and didn’t want to put anyone off…We helped prepare the chestnuts for roasting and struck up conversations in a mixture of English and Italian with the whole group. When we told them of our reason for being there they offered a few suggestions and one asked if we had a photo of the grave, so that they could show it around to see if anyone knew of it or indeed visited it. The upshot of getting involved with this group of people was that we met Michele, a local architect, who 11 years previously had designed one of the Camping places near the town, which were all closed for the winter, where he arranged for us to park up for our 12 day UK visit – a huge relief for us to know that Emma was safely locked up. We also met a shoeshop owner called Sergio Bassetti who said he would ask a 90yr old relative if either Roberto or Venanzio Bassetti rang any bells…. We’ll just have to wait til we come back for any developments…

On a mission to find water for Emma, I came across the fascinating Gottard Transport Museum, just across the Ticino river, lovingly put together over many, many years. It was run by its 92 yr old founder, his son and grandson with unbridled enthusiasm for anything mechanical and ranged from the bizarre to the frankly ridiculous (see the flickr album). One boat he’d bought had to be virtually cut in half to get under three bridges en route to its final resting place, only to be welded back together again before going on display! Planes, trains, automobiles… combine harvesters, tanks, motorbikes a plenty… even some with machine-guns mounted on sidecars – you name it, they’ve probably got it.

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For photos of Sesto Calende, go to flikr


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  • Sal Goldsmith says:

    What a rootling time you are having! It all sounds fascinating especially to swing from one family to the other. Firt the German ancestory and now the Italian. I long to hear the outcome of all this research. lots of love Sal x

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