September 11th in Italy by Barbara Ross

Anversa degli Abruzzi on the road to Villalago

My husband and I spent September 11, 2001 in Villalago, the tiny village in the Apennines his grandfather had emigrated from eighty years before.

We were on the second leg of a much-dreamed about family vacation, a twenty-fifth anniversary celebration. On September 8, after ten days touring Florence and Venice, we’d seen our son, Robert, 20 and daughter, Kate, 17 off at the Venice airport so Kate could return home to start her senior year in high school. Always a nervous flier, Kate walked backward down the ramp through security, eyes wide, staying close to her brother, until we were out of her sight. Bill and I continued on to Rome.

On September 11, we took a train through the deep mountain passes to the city of Sulmona where we met Bill’s mother’s cousins, Louisa and Elda. The day was as crisp and clear in central Italy as it was in New York and Washington.

Villalago

Louisa drove us up the narrow, twisting mountain road to Villalago. We parked below, because the village’s single street is a set of stairs. We visited the home where Bill’s grandfather grew up, two single rooms, one over the other, with a place for animals underneath.

From Villalago, we drove on to Scanno, a ski resort, and had a wonderful lunch. We returned to the car and switched on the radio just as reports starting coming in that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Louisa had worked for CNN in its earliest days and her news instincts kicked in. We flew down the mountain and arrived in Sulmona as the plane hit the Pentagon. We watched the story unfold on television, the cousins translating rapidly.

That night in Rome, a letter was slipped under our hotel room door. It was delivered to every person traveling on a U. S. passport at every hotel in the city.

Ten years later this simple form letter still brings me to tears.

Hotel Mamorata, Ravello

We continued on down to the Amalfi coast, feeling like we should be home, but knowing there was nothing we could do and with no way to return in any case. We skipped a planned visit to Pompeii. Bill said he couldn’t face a city in ruins.

The Europeans we met were universally sympathetic and supportive. They worried deeply about the reaction of President Bush, who was just eight months in office and not well known to them. They expressed the hope that Colin Powell would have a moderating influence. How naïve and optimistic that idea seems now.

The first time I met Bill’s grandfather was at his 50th wedding anniversary party. The gift from his children was a trip to Italy. “Why would I want to go there?” he asked in his Italian accent, looking out at the crowd of family and friends. “Everything good that ever happened to me, happened here. In this great country.”

This September 11, our family and friends gathered at a good-bye party for our daughter Kate. In the years since 9/11 she’s graduated from high school and college, and worked for O, the Oprah Magazine in New York, living less than a mile from Ground Zero. Still a nervous flier, she’s never let that stop her, traveling to France, Australia, New Zealand and Fiji, and to California and Las Vegas too many times to count. She leaves Wednesday to study for her masters degree in creative writing in London.

About Barbara Ross

Barbara Ross is the author of the Maine Clambake Mysteries and the Jane Darrowfield Mysteries. Her books have been nominated for multiple Agatha Awards for Best Contemporary Novel and have won the Maine Literary Award for Crime Fiction. She lives in Portland, Maine. Readers can visit her website at www.maineclambakemysteries.com
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7 Responses to September 11th in Italy by Barbara Ross

  1. That letter brought me to tears, too, Barb. Thanks for sharing the journey. And best of luck to Kate!

    In a reversal, fellow Sister in Crime Patricia Winton just blogged about living in Washington DC and working a block from the White House on Sept 11, 2011, and how that helped her make her decision to move back to Rome. http://italianintrigues.blogspot.com/

    Edith

  2. Barb Ross says:

    Thanks for making the connection, Edith. Patricia’s blog was an interesting reversal of my own.

    I was on a panel for Thin Ice: Crime Stories by New England Writers (which contains your story Reduction in Force as well). An audience member asked Sheila Connelly why she became a full-time mystery writer. Her answer was “9/11–I asked myself if not now–when?” Sounds similar to your friend’s decision to move to Rome.

  3. LJ Roberts says:

    What a wonderful letter. It brought tears to my eyes. It is something I would frame and treasure. Thank you for sharing your experience of that awful day.

  4. Barbara, Edith Maxwell connected us, and I’ve just read your post. Walter Veltroni was a classy mayor of Rome. It doesn’t surprise me that he sent you such a great letter. I’ve read other accounts from people who had been in Rome for a short time that day. Universally, the Italian people were supportive. Today’s newspapers have full coverage, including accounts from Italian people who were affected personally.

    • Barb Ross says:

      Hi Patricia

      I read your blog post (link provided by Edith Maxwell above) as well. Living in Rome is a fantasy my husband and I have shared for years.

      All the Europeans we met were kind and supportive. At home, at work, (were I definitely was not), customers all over the world checked to make sure we were all okay and express their sadness. It’s easy to believe that all that good will was squandered in the complexities that followed, but I believe it’s still there somewhere.

  5. Ashley McConnell says:

    That one makes me cry, too–both from the unbelievable kindness and generosity of so many people, and how extravagantly we wasted it to no good purpose.

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