Near_TurinoWe were visiting cousin Toni and her family in a hilltop, walled village near Torino. Looking out across the landscape we saw castles, and their villages, atop each of the many surrounding hills. Between each village lay fertile fields and the occasional woodland. Vineyards and orchards appeared here and there across the countryside. The Alps rose craggy in the distance.

Northern_Italy_LandscapeI asked about the presence of so many castles, and was told that for many centuries there was conflict between villages. These conflicts were not simply local, but reflected larger forces at play in northern Italy. The fertile landscape spreading out before us was a much coveted resource, fiercely contested among local and international powers. Thus, life was difficult for the people of these beautiful hilltops and valleys.

In the village wall, just steps below our relative’s home, were the impact craters of bullets. During World War II, thirteen village men had been executed against that wall, killed by the Nazis in revenge for the death of one soldier. The men, including the village priest, had been taken as they left Sunday morning mass at the local church, lined up against the wall, and shot. The village still mourns.

Today, Italy is at peace. Her people, still face, of course, many challenges. There are few jobs for young people, so the young leave for other companies, an exodus reminiscent of other generations. People grumble that the government seems incapable of addressing the real problems faced by Italians; that, too, is familiar to Italians across generations. Yet, much works: education is essentially free, as is healthcare. The country’s infrastructure is excellent: the trains are inexpensive and run on time, the roads are well-kept, and the electrical grid generally dependable. Internet speeds are slow, an inconvenience that has no immediate solution.

Still, the history of conflict and warfare lives, often just below the surface of everyday life. That history, perhaps carried in the genes of each generation, permeates the landscape, culture, and local history. Stories arise in many contexts, even at Sunday afternoon brunches, or neighborly gatherings around the table beneath the fruit trees in the garden. Even in the immediacy of peace and relative prosperity, trauma sits nearby, never far away.

DSC00104As we enjoyed a classic, home-made Northern Italian lunch, complete with great local wine and desert, I thought about the way North Americans ignore the needs of the land, and the history it speaks to. I pondered our willingness to consume expensive, tasteless food, rather than nourish the land and those who farm it, and wondered what might lie beneath our collective obsession with covering the land with concrete, as if history would not, like Nature herself, force its way to the surface through every crack.

Listening to the flow of stories, I mused that I often hear that America has not experienced war on our soil, yet know our land has witnessed much warfare and bloodshed. I imagined that the soil of North America, like that of Northern Italy, remembers, even as we try desperately to forget.

Watering_CanLooking at the people gathered around the table, it occurred to me we North Americans could, as has much of Europe, choose to embrace the land and the history it holds, and build a society that honors the histories of the places we inhabit. Perhaps we would all be happier then.

© 2015, essay and photographs, Michael Watson, All rights reserved

3 thoughts on “the land remembers

  1. Scilla has the right of it. The war that came to mind when I read the idea of America not having war on its own soil is the war waged against the Native American Indians. They knew how to protect the land, held it sacred, worked with nature, rather than trying to conquer and subjugate it. Even in today’s society, there *are* those of us who care, who work to protect and save the land and yes, reconnect with it. But we face near insurmountable odds.

    Your pictures and descriptions of Italy are lovely, as always. I’d like to visit there, someday, and appreciate the simplicity of such a warm and earthy culture.

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  2. “Still, the history of conflict and warfare lives, often just below the surface of everyday life. That history, perhaps carried in the genes of each generation, permeates the landscape, culture, and local history.” I feel this in Europe, and here in “The Holy Land.” What a lovely essay—and beautiful pictures.

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  3. America does have war in its soil. Just finished Ken Burns’ film The Civil War. And we wage a continual war against tribal people, blacks and now Mexican immigrants. The land bears scars that some attempt to manipulate into messages of dominance. Mount Rushmore? A statue of Crazy Horse dynamited into the sacred Black Hills? Our culture is severely disassociated from place. It makes every city the same, with the same Walmart and McDonalds. Reconnecting with our land from the ground up, not in an act of legislation, will take some time and heart work. (that is not a typo)

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