There is an abundance of pears at my market
right now — Bosc, Comice, Seckel, red and green Anjou— but I’m only buying
Williams (we call them Bartlett in the United States) pears. Whenever I bite into one, I’m taken back to
last month when Dan and I, along with my son Joshua, paid our first visit to
the Giardino Botanico della Memoria. Our NoiXLucoli friends (members of a small local group born after the Abruzzo earthquake of 2009, working to raise awareness of the beauty of this area) provided instructions for locating the tree that had been planted
with our support, but we decided to walk through the garden and come upon it on
our own. Strolling through rows of young trees, many already bearing
fruit, I was struck by the intimacy of
the garden. Set on a small hillside in
the shelter of the Abbey of San Giovanni Battista and the shadow of the Sirente
Velino mountain range, it is a peaceful place, a place where one can go to
remember lost loved ones, or like I, who lost a city I had come to love,
remember a place and find solace.
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Gillian e Dan Nevers |
A light rain fell, the sky was grey and clouds
hung low over the mountains as the three of us traversed, from different
directions, the young orchard. We were
in no hurry; we knew that we would eventually find “our” tree. When we did find
it, I was delighted that it was a pear tree — a Williams pear. The tree was
planted no more than three years ago, but it already bore several pears. I looked down to read the plaque at its base
and found a small, yellow pear on the
ground. A sweet spot of color in the
otherwise dark day. I put the pear in my
pocket and carried it with me for the rest of our stay in Italy, hoping it
would ripen before we had to leave for Wisconsin. It never did ripen, but knowing that I
wouldn’t be able to get it through customs, the night before we flew home I ate
it anyway. It was hard and slightly
bitter. The earthquake that devastated
the region April 6, 2009 was hard and bitter.
It takes time for sweetness to find its way back into a world that has
been hit by great tragedy. The "Giardino Botanico della Memoria" is a place where, I
believe, people will come and remember and find a way to let sweetness return
to their lives.
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Gillian and Dan are supporters of the Botanical Garden of Remembrance: every year since 2010 they do not forget to arrange for care of their pear tree. We thank them heartily. |
Some thoughts on a serene place in one of the most beautiful areas of Italy. It's fitting, for me, that it appears today - the day after I learned that a friend and former colleague had passed away. She requested that there be no memorial service, but that friends should remember her in small and personal ways. The garden mentioned in this piece is where I am taking myself, in spirit, to remember her.
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