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MEN AND MICE
I turned my story on the displacement of people Seravezza, ordered by the Germans in the summer of 1944, Capuans to Paul, so he did publish the book, edited by Circle Sirius Giannini, who will talk about the barbaric murder of the hero seravezzino Paul Amos.
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Metato front of where my family had taken refuge in the summer of 1944, between Pelliccino and the Hill one afternoon in July or next month, came a patrol of German soldiers under the command of an officer. In our language well enough that he spoke, told us that we had to go from there. "Come, come! Now! War! War! The Americans are close and in a few days there will be the first clashes "in the throes of an understandable fear we were all speechless. The order was mandatory. There was little to say and do, basically it was our survival. Where are we going? Dismay and bewilderment shone from the eyes of my parents. Below us, down the narrow valley, you could see the roofs of houses Riomagno, too close to the German positions for pxensare to stay there. Higher up in the middle of the mountain that stood before us, the leaves of chestnut trees could be seen the houses of Giustagnana and it was in that place that my father decided to go.
left the metato with the few things we had. I was given the task of taking the mattress from which, some years before when he was brought, at school, a collection of wool for the production of hosiery and socks for our soldiers in Russia, my mother took out a few punches. Oh! As the war seemed remote from us, which it won in the beginning no one dared to question. We had eight million bayonets and singing "win and win in the sky, land and sea ...". "They leave the submarines, the harbingers of many illusions and too much easy optimism. For us kids, children born of Lupa, and then finally become table table Musketeers, the game was closing in a very unpredictable and not as many times we were led to believe or hope. A Riomagno that we reached in a short time there was a lot of confusion with so many people running away from the area by climbing the mountain to reach the countries of the overlying Giustagnana, Minazzana, Fabbiano and Azzano. Loghetto reached the plains, while I rested, I walked past the two babies, a boy and a girl. The one with the pots and the other with the plates in hand. Eyes wide open and lots of tiny blacks expressed the great fear of which had to be prey. That look scared I've never forgotten. After resuming the climb we came close to the church Giustagnana, where he stopped on the edge of the trail, waiting for my father he returned from the town where he went immediately in search of a room where we can at least spend the night.
When he returned to face him enough to understand the negative results of his research. Moreover Giustagnana some time was crowded with refugees. All cottages located on the slopes, gear up as a shelter, had been occupied by so many people who had fled from their homes by the sea or from the immediate hinterland. "Tonight we sleep under a chestnut tree." And while my father uttered such words, was heard by two men with "jacket" (jacket, ed) on the shoulders and the pinnate attached to your belt, at the lower back, were returning home after working in the woods or in the woods, the only activity that could still play having been long since the quarries closed and all the companies in Versilia. "You can settle into a church, there are already other displaced people," said one of them. When my father returned to face him enough to know the negative results of his research. Nobody gave us a hand. Giustagnana gà da tempo era gremita di sfollati. Tutte le casupole, fatte di muri a secco e con i tetti di piastre erano state occupate da tanta gente costretta a lasaciare le loro case vicine al mare e nell’immediato retroterra. “Stanotte si dorme sotto un castagno!Quando ritornò bastò guardarlo in faccia per conoscere l’esito negativo della sua ricerca. Nesssuno ci diede una mano. Peraltro Giustagnana già da un po’ di tempo era gremita di sfollati. Tutte le casupole che c’erano in quel tempo lungo le pendici del monte, solitamente adibite al ricovero degli animali e degli attrezzi da lavoro con visibile soddisfazione. Per la buona notizia che ci aveva dato. In chiesa? Mi sdembrò una cosa incredibile da farsi. Ma non c’erano other solutions and I went there if we had not wanted to spend the night in the avesssimo.
it was me that shortly after, I crossed the threshold of the house of God at first glance it seemed that there was more room inside so it was the people who had occupied. Some small steps between materesassi and other things in an orderly arranged on the floor of the church, I saw that at the foot of an altar there was no one, was the only place left open. I heaved a big sigh of relief. Meanwhile, the last rays of the sun was disappearing behind the crest of Mount chute, beam penetrated through the stained glass windows, illuminating even the interior of the sacred edifice, which stood out sacred images and moving human beings affected by the disaster. For a moment I seemed to be the center of an unreal scene. Collection of dry wood and hastily lit the fire were fired the latest chips. And yet he felt the hunger that we lay it on the mattress on our parents. Four children: a nest. When I was about to close his eyes, a displaced person was suddenly struck by convulsions. I knew this man who Seravezza, every Sunday through the streets selling newspapers in the country. "Help, help ..." shouted members of his family. In a moment all the men who were in the church came to hold it. As soon as I heard say:. "It has calmed down" all of a sudden I fell asleep. Days spent Giustagnana remember them as the most troubled of my life. No one thought to dig pits for certain physiological needs, which is why when it was forced to submit to the nearby woods, you could not go back to church before they are passed from the canal to wash your feet well, so stank to have walked on excrement human in the land was full.
I could not stand the most to live in that place, the suffering was too great. I urged my parents to look for cottage where some move. Fortunately we found a little house across scalamata, located between Giustagnana and Fabian, is no longer used by humans, which is why some time was to be the undisputed realm of mice seen the thickness of their droppings several feet high that over time it was formed under the floor boards. After you repair the roof at our expense and cleaning up the little house that had a window, and seemed even better. There he spent a few days even my grandmother Marianna at the beginning of displacement was admitted to hospital in Valdicastello. My father took her there on his back, when we heard that inexplicably discharged from hospital, he had slowly returned to his home of Bridge, where he was assisted, I do not know how many days, from a good family that Landi had not complied with the order displacement, continuing to remain at home until in which the Germans decided to blow up the whole neighborhood. Without the help of the Landi family sure my grandmother would die of hunger and thirst. And in that little house that seemed Giustagnana of primitive man, so small as to seem to Snow White and Settenani, we stayed until the fall of the birth of the first chestnuts and mushrooms. It was in those days that Giustagnana came the black soldiers of the U.S. division of Buffalo.
Gather chestnuts in front of our hut was a dream that could not last and it did not last. When immediately after the arrival of American soldiers, my mother was wounded in the leg by shrapnel of the mortar with which the Germans welcomed the arrival of American soldiers, we had to rifugiasi in a fund of the village used for the storage of tools to work the land. In one corner was a pile of hay. My mother was a doctor wounded by American soldiers. So while nature gave her nutritious and tasty fruit, the war waged by crazy men who by force of arms they wanted to impose their similar ideologies and their own interests without any regard for the sacred and inalienable rights of man first and foremost that of freedom, continued to claim innocent victims. What a striking contrast between the world really amazing and wonderful and freedom suppressed in the most violent to be spregevoli che meriterebbero di bruciare in eterno fra le fiamme dell’inferno. 
I turned my story on the displacement of people Seravezza, ordered by the Germans in the summer of 1944, Capuans to Paul, so he did publish the book, edited by Circle Sirius Giannini, who will talk about the barbaric murder of the hero seravezzino Paul Amos.
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Metato front of where my family had taken refuge in the summer of 1944, between Pelliccino and the Hill one afternoon in July or next month, came a patrol of German soldiers under the command of an officer. In our language well enough that he spoke, told us that we had to go from there. "Come, come! Now! War! War! The Americans are close and in a few days there will be the first clashes "in the throes of an understandable fear we were all speechless. The order was mandatory. There was little to say and do, basically it was our survival. Where are we going? Dismay and bewilderment shone from the eyes of my parents. Below us, down the narrow valley, you could see the roofs of houses Riomagno, too close to the German positions for pxensare to stay there. Higher up in the middle of the mountain that stood before us, the leaves of chestnut trees could be seen the houses of Giustagnana and it was in that place that my father decided to go.
left the metato with the few things we had. I was given the task of taking the mattress from which, some years before when he was brought, at school, a collection of wool for the production of hosiery and socks for our soldiers in Russia, my mother took out a few punches. Oh! As the war seemed remote from us, which it won in the beginning no one dared to question. We had eight million bayonets and singing "win and win in the sky, land and sea ...". "They leave the submarines, the harbingers of many illusions and too much easy optimism. For us kids, children born of Lupa, and then finally become table table Musketeers, the game was closing in a very unpredictable and not as many times we were led to believe or hope. A Riomagno that we reached in a short time there was a lot of confusion with so many people running away from the area by climbing the mountain to reach the countries of the overlying Giustagnana, Minazzana, Fabbiano and Azzano. Loghetto reached the plains, while I rested, I walked past the two babies, a boy and a girl. The one with the pots and the other with the plates in hand. Eyes wide open and lots of tiny blacks expressed the great fear of which had to be prey. That look scared I've never forgotten. After resuming the climb we came close to the church Giustagnana, where he stopped on the edge of the trail, waiting for my father he returned from the town where he went immediately in search of a room where we can at least spend the night.
When he returned to face him enough to understand the negative results of his research. Moreover Giustagnana some time was crowded with refugees. All cottages located on the slopes, gear up as a shelter, had been occupied by so many people who had fled from their homes by the sea or from the immediate hinterland. "Tonight we sleep under a chestnut tree." And while my father uttered such words, was heard by two men with "jacket" (jacket, ed) on the shoulders and the pinnate attached to your belt, at the lower back, were returning home after working in the woods or in the woods, the only activity that could still play having been long since the quarries closed and all the companies in Versilia. "You can settle into a church, there are already other displaced people," said one of them. When my father returned to face him enough to know the negative results of his research. Nobody gave us a hand. Giustagnana gà da tempo era gremita di sfollati. Tutte le casupole, fatte di muri a secco e con i tetti di piastre erano state occupate da tanta gente costretta a lasaciare le loro case vicine al mare e nell’immediato retroterra. “Stanotte si dorme sotto un castagno!Quando ritornò bastò guardarlo in faccia per conoscere l’esito negativo della sua ricerca. Nesssuno ci diede una mano. Peraltro Giustagnana già da un po’ di tempo era gremita di sfollati. Tutte le casupole che c’erano in quel tempo lungo le pendici del monte, solitamente adibite al ricovero degli animali e degli attrezzi da lavoro con visibile soddisfazione. Per la buona notizia che ci aveva dato. In chiesa? Mi sdembrò una cosa incredibile da farsi. Ma non c’erano other solutions and I went there if we had not wanted to spend the night in the avesssimo.
it was me that shortly after, I crossed the threshold of the house of God at first glance it seemed that there was more room inside so it was the people who had occupied. Some small steps between materesassi and other things in an orderly arranged on the floor of the church, I saw that at the foot of an altar there was no one, was the only place left open. I heaved a big sigh of relief. Meanwhile, the last rays of the sun was disappearing behind the crest of Mount chute, beam penetrated through the stained glass windows, illuminating even the interior of the sacred edifice, which stood out sacred images and moving human beings affected by the disaster. For a moment I seemed to be the center of an unreal scene. Collection of dry wood and hastily lit the fire were fired the latest chips. And yet he felt the hunger that we lay it on the mattress on our parents. Four children: a nest. When I was about to close his eyes, a displaced person was suddenly struck by convulsions. I knew this man who Seravezza, every Sunday through the streets selling newspapers in the country. "Help, help ..." shouted members of his family. In a moment all the men who were in the church came to hold it. As soon as I heard say:. "It has calmed down" all of a sudden I fell asleep. Days spent Giustagnana remember them as the most troubled of my life. No one thought to dig pits for certain physiological needs, which is why when it was forced to submit to the nearby woods, you could not go back to church before they are passed from the canal to wash your feet well, so stank to have walked on excrement human in the land was full.
I could not stand the most to live in that place, the suffering was too great. I urged my parents to look for cottage where some move. Fortunately we found a little house across scalamata, located between Giustagnana and Fabian, is no longer used by humans, which is why some time was to be the undisputed realm of mice seen the thickness of their droppings several feet high that over time it was formed under the floor boards. After you repair the roof at our expense and cleaning up the little house that had a window, and seemed even better. There he spent a few days even my grandmother Marianna at the beginning of displacement was admitted to hospital in Valdicastello. My father took her there on his back, when we heard that inexplicably discharged from hospital, he had slowly returned to his home of Bridge, where he was assisted, I do not know how many days, from a good family that Landi had not complied with the order displacement, continuing to remain at home until in which the Germans decided to blow up the whole neighborhood. Without the help of the Landi family sure my grandmother would die of hunger and thirst. And in that little house that seemed Giustagnana of primitive man, so small as to seem to Snow White and Settenani, we stayed until the fall of the birth of the first chestnuts and mushrooms. It was in those days that Giustagnana came the black soldiers of the U.S. division of Buffalo.
Gather chestnuts in front of our hut was a dream that could not last and it did not last. When immediately after the arrival of American soldiers, my mother was wounded in the leg by shrapnel of the mortar with which the Germans welcomed the arrival of American soldiers, we had to rifugiasi in a fund of the village used for the storage of tools to work the land. In one corner was a pile of hay. My mother was a doctor wounded by American soldiers. So while nature gave her nutritious and tasty fruit, the war waged by crazy men who by force of arms they wanted to impose their similar ideologies and their own interests without any regard for the sacred and inalienable rights of man first and foremost that of freedom, continued to claim innocent victims. What a striking contrast between the world really amazing and wonderful and freedom suppressed in the most violent to be spregevoli che meriterebbero di bruciare in eterno fra le fiamme dell’inferno.
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HOW WAS KILLED AMOS PAOLI
Ho affidato questo mio scritto, sull'uccisione dell'eroe seravezzino Amos Paoli da parte delle S.S., a Paolo Capovani per il "Circolo Culturale Sirio Giannini", che la pubblicherà sul suo libro, ricco di altre testimonianze di persone che videro, coi propri occhi, fatti violenti e sanguinari che si verificarono in Versilia e in Apuania durante la tragica estate del 1944 ed anche nei sette mesi successivi in cui, nella nostra terra, furono combattute aspre battaglie.
Guido Menchetti, who along with Amos attended elementary schools in Seravezza, has reminded with a moving poem entitled "The I 'classmate', already published in the book of history of Giorgio Giannelli Versilia Versilia. The trap 44 ", bringing to mind the news of the capture of young Riomagno by the SS, which are considered members of the partisan movement," The gruccette kept her under the armpits and / stragicava the legs dry; / Rimagmo up on by 'n top of Chiasso, / Guaso seems absurd: step, step. / A poor shoulder the folder, / when he was a bag of rags, / buffeting always on my back / and it was so great misfortune 'na sentence. / And after three flights of stairs / Misse sott'un arm crutches, arrive and in the classroom already tired Paoli, companion of my desk. / He was a martyr and now he was alive or dead / read 'the name of' na white plate, / a palm tree, I remember, / maybe she was born / my friend Fusse because at a given day. / How he 's in Gavinana Ferrucci, / point' the finger at the perpetrator, /'s spoken to have some shortness of breath: / Oh coward! You kill a man dead. / What heroes! That good! / E Fadiga / will have done to destroy a myth! / That 'n example of honesty was Versilia / of love, devotion and freedom. / Amos Poor! You ever ride a; / ma'nt'ho seen crying or lamentatti: / with this' blond curls and 'the white face, / drums for me,' the companion of my desk. "
Amos also remember when his friends took him around the barrel of their bicycles. Screeching brakes when roamed along the dirt road full of stones of the Bridge, where Amos and his friend always stopped in the square in the center of the neighborhood to chat with the girls, Amos always greeted with sympathy. Then he laughed, oh how he laughed at those moments! In the night between 25 and 26 June 1944, a group of SS led by a Republican who served as interpreter, they surrounded the home of Paul to capture his father, who was found there. The troops he was about to leave when the Republican shouted: "There must be weapons by force!" jumped out as an Sten guns and two Smith before the Germans entered in the house, the younger brother of Amos had hidden under a mattress. At the end of Amos, pushed up on his wheelchair, was taken to a villa near Corvaia Novan with Luigi, who had stopped to sleep in the house of Lorenzo and Tarabella, who was arrested in a house adjacent to that of Paul, where they thought that there was a partisan Giuseppe Marchi, who fortunately had spent the night elsewhere. On 26 June the SS took around Amos and two of his friends in the streets of Seravezza and Riomagno, aboard a truck, and between the other, when Allied planes flew over the area took shelter under the small time Riomagno the beginning of the trail that goes to the cave of the Chapel. Al Paoli did see his house, they wanted softened. The
promised that he would be released if he had mentioned the name of the partisans who knew him, but he said nothing. He only said: "Finimola with this story," reported Corvaia to put them on the wall with his back toward them, firing a gun in the other. A few hours later the three were taken up on a truck and transported to the villa Compignano, Quiesa on the Mount, where he worked on the SS command. During the transport had to be no more sitting and kneeling. Amos did not succeed and were his two friends to support him throughout the journey. Upon arrival, the three young men were brutally beaten and beaten while in Paul shouted, "You partisan leader." At dawn on June 27, 1944 an SS dragged by one leg the poor Amos out of the house for a few hundred meters, while the poor man screamed: "Oh God, Oh God!". When he saw that the German was loading the gun began to call her mom. It was then that the SS's in the middle of the forehead fired the entire magazine, then throwing his body down a hill.
He was only twenty-seven. The two friends of Amos, and Novan the Tarabella, then told that the events and their vicissitudes, they managed to escape after being subjected to beatings and concrete threats of being killed. I conclude by pointing out that my father was to be walled in Compignano, where my family had moved a few months after the war ended, the small plaque at the point where Paul Amos - who was honored for his behavior, to the memory of Medal 'Military Valour gold - was brutally murdered, I was to keep it up and attached to the wall while the murava. Had requested the father of the hero who had occasionally met in Pietrasanta. The Paul knew that lived in that location and after learning from my father that the same factor of the estate, where his son was killed, had failed the assignment given to him, he said "Orlando, you think about it." 
Ho affidato questo mio scritto, sull'uccisione dell'eroe seravezzino Amos Paoli da parte delle S.S., a Paolo Capovani per il "Circolo Culturale Sirio Giannini", che la pubblicherà sul suo libro, ricco di altre testimonianze di persone che videro, coi propri occhi, fatti violenti e sanguinari che si verificarono in Versilia e in Apuania durante la tragica estate del 1944 ed anche nei sette mesi successivi in cui, nella nostra terra, furono combattute aspre battaglie.
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As a boy I often saw passing along the path of Bridge Seravezza a young man with the crutches under his arms, a resident in one of the first houses Riomagno, a short distance from the beginning the trail that leads to the summit of Mount chute. Paul Amos was paralyzed in the legs because of polio contracted in childhood, when there was no vaccine to fight this terrible disease in children. On his face I never saw any sign of desperation; progressed serenely enduring his handicap.
Guido Menchetti, who along with Amos attended elementary schools in Seravezza, has reminded with a moving poem entitled "The I 'classmate', already published in the book of history of Giorgio Giannelli Versilia Versilia. The trap 44 ", bringing to mind the news of the capture of young Riomagno by the SS, which are considered members of the partisan movement," The gruccette kept her under the armpits and / stragicava the legs dry; / Rimagmo up on by 'n top of Chiasso, / Guaso seems absurd: step, step. / A poor shoulder the folder, / when he was a bag of rags, / buffeting always on my back / and it was so great misfortune 'na sentence. / And after three flights of stairs / Misse sott'un arm crutches, arrive and in the classroom already tired Paoli, companion of my desk. / He was a martyr and now he was alive or dead / read 'the name of' na white plate, / a palm tree, I remember, / maybe she was born / my friend Fusse because at a given day. / How he 's in Gavinana Ferrucci, / point' the finger at the perpetrator, /'s spoken to have some shortness of breath: / Oh coward! You kill a man dead. / What heroes! That good! / E Fadiga / will have done to destroy a myth! / That 'n example of honesty was Versilia / of love, devotion and freedom. / Amos Poor! You ever ride a; / ma'nt'ho seen crying or lamentatti: / with this' blond curls and 'the white face, / drums for me,' the companion of my desk. "
Amos also remember when his friends took him around the barrel of their bicycles. Screeching brakes when roamed along the dirt road full of stones of the Bridge, where Amos and his friend always stopped in the square in the center of the neighborhood to chat with the girls, Amos always greeted with sympathy. Then he laughed, oh how he laughed at those moments! In the night between 25 and 26 June 1944, a group of SS led by a Republican who served as interpreter, they surrounded the home of Paul to capture his father, who was found there. The troops he was about to leave when the Republican shouted: "There must be weapons by force!" jumped out as an Sten guns and two Smith before the Germans entered in the house, the younger brother of Amos had hidden under a mattress. At the end of Amos, pushed up on his wheelchair, was taken to a villa near Corvaia Novan with Luigi, who had stopped to sleep in the house of Lorenzo and Tarabella, who was arrested in a house adjacent to that of Paul, where they thought that there was a partisan Giuseppe Marchi, who fortunately had spent the night elsewhere. On 26 June the SS took around Amos and two of his friends in the streets of Seravezza and Riomagno, aboard a truck, and between the other, when Allied planes flew over the area took shelter under the small time Riomagno the beginning of the trail that goes to the cave of the Chapel. Al Paoli did see his house, they wanted softened. The
promised that he would be released if he had mentioned the name of the partisans who knew him, but he said nothing. He only said: "Finimola with this story," reported Corvaia to put them on the wall with his back toward them, firing a gun in the other. A few hours later the three were taken up on a truck and transported to the villa Compignano, Quiesa on the Mount, where he worked on the SS command. During the transport had to be no more sitting and kneeling. Amos did not succeed and were his two friends to support him throughout the journey. Upon arrival, the three young men were brutally beaten and beaten while in Paul shouted, "You partisan leader." At dawn on June 27, 1944 an SS dragged by one leg the poor Amos out of the house for a few hundred meters, while the poor man screamed: "Oh God, Oh God!". When he saw that the German was loading the gun began to call her mom. It was then that the SS's in the middle of the forehead fired the entire magazine, then throwing his body down a hill.
He was only twenty-seven. The two friends of Amos, and Novan the Tarabella, then told that the events and their vicissitudes, they managed to escape after being subjected to beatings and concrete threats of being killed. I conclude by pointing out that my father was to be walled in Compignano, where my family had moved a few months after the war ended, the small plaque at the point where Paul Amos - who was honored for his behavior, to the memory of Medal 'Military Valour gold - was brutally murdered, I was to keep it up and attached to the wall while the murava. Had requested the father of the hero who had occasionally met in Pietrasanta. The Paul knew that lived in that location and after learning from my father that the same factor of the estate, where his son was killed, had failed the assignment given to him, he said "Orlando, you think about it."
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The ancient origins of Seravezza
Tyrrhenian At the foot of the buttress of the Alps, at the confluence of the rivers over Serra and Vezza, where comes the Versilia, the river that gave its name to the surrounding area from the mountains the plain, and the latter restricted between Cinquale Motrone stands Seravezza, already known, in 952, as the room Vetitia . With the name instead of
Salavecchia was mentioned by Ptolemy in his annals of the Lucchese 1142, when nobles and Corvaia Vallecchia, Greyhound and Uguccione invested in the town of Lucca half of the territory of Corvaia. In a document dated 2.2.1186, John Torgioni Tozzetti Seravetitia recalls a villa, a name that is also found in a document of 1375 on the sale of an ironworks existing there for the nobler proprieà Versilia Nicholas of the witch, to Ulderico Anteminelli from Lucca.
settlements of peoples coming from Genoa in the plains of Seravezza and surrounding (Pietrasanta), just to get a glimpse of the past in search of our roots date back to 177 BC as was proved by the discovery, in the locality Baccatoio, an ancient cemetery graves with cremation box, typical of the Ligurian that time, the cemetery was discovered in the stretch of land on which he had to pass Rome Turin rail network, which was built after the unification of Italy (1861). 
Tyrrhenian At the foot of the buttress of the Alps, at the confluence of the rivers over Serra and Vezza, where comes the Versilia, the river that gave its name to the surrounding area from the mountains the plain, and the latter restricted between Cinquale Motrone stands Seravezza, already known, in 952, as the room Vetitia . With the name instead of
Salavecchia was mentioned by Ptolemy in his annals of the Lucchese 1142, when nobles and Corvaia Vallecchia, Greyhound and Uguccione invested in the town of Lucca half of the territory of Corvaia. In a document dated 2.2.1186, John Torgioni Tozzetti Seravetitia recalls a villa, a name that is also found in a document of 1375 on the sale of an ironworks existing there for the nobler proprieà Versilia Nicholas of the witch, to Ulderico Anteminelli from Lucca.
settlements of peoples coming from Genoa in the plains of Seravezza and surrounding (Pietrasanta), just to get a glimpse of the past in search of our roots date back to 177 BC as was proved by the discovery, in the locality Baccatoio, an ancient cemetery graves with cremation box, typical of the Ligurian that time, the cemetery was discovered in the stretch of land on which he had to pass Rome Turin rail network, which was built after the unification of Italy (1861).
Contrary to what I, as a boy I had thought, it does not seem that the name derives from the rivers Seravezza Serra and Vezza, as the same until the year 1800, were known as streams, respectively, and Riomagno of Ruosina. With regard to this finding can be deduced that the rivers are just above the Versilia to come from the name of Seravezza.
was a fief of the lords of the thirteenth century and Corvaia Vallecchia by Emperor Frederick II, Seravezza, when it was demolished the feudal power, he was united to the Vicar of Pietrasanta. Sacked and devastated in 1429 by the militia Florentine war with Lucca, headed by Commissioner John Astorre, the same back from Sarzana (Niccolo Machiavelli said in his History of Florence) where he broke in Seravezza rang a bell in front of the church to which he gathered the people, convinced of receiving some good news. Instead, all present were encouraged to enter nellla God's house, where women were separated from the men who were locked in the sacristy. After this separation of females of any age, married or virgins, were all violentate.Con clothes torn to shreds, or almost naked, they returned to their homes. John also spoke of Astorre Jbernard Sancholle Henraux that men's behavior on the hair this commissioner Florence, wrote that: "... he passed the sword" men of Seravezza. In 1450, following the fortunes of Pietrasanta, passed to the Genoese in 1484 in Florence, in 1486 King Charles VIII of France in Lucca in 1509 by Emperor Maximilian, and then again in Florence, after Ruling of Leo X of 28.9.1513.
Seravezza Since then remained together at Florence, until the Grand Duchy of Tuscany, at that time underneath the Habsburg-Lorraine was annexed to the Kingdom of Sardinia with the plebiscite of 15 March 1860. From this union a lot of advantages and a partial autonomy derived in Seravezza, probably also in respect of the act of donation of the quarries of Ceragioli and Mt Altissimo that seravezzini made in Florence in 1513. It must be the Florentines
the momentum in the years following the excavation of the marbles, which were both concerned that Giorgio Vasari, Michelangelo and other famous sculptors of the time, sent to Seravezza by Leo X, Cosimo I, to follow the person to extract precisely the marbles they needed to realize their opere.Notevole increase was also given to the exploitation of silver mines in the vicinity of existing Seravezza, the Booty Call, which have the same Cosmo I was very interested, so chisel to make a tray, the proceeds from the first quantity of the precious mineral, the famous engraver Benvenuto Cellini.
In those years and for a long laboratories were once famous for the production of objects made of copper, iron and muskets, they manufactured in nearby Valventosa. After a period of abandonment of the quarries, which began around 1688, the economy recovered Seravezza when it was founded in 1821 by JB Alessander Henraux the homonymous company, under which the excavation and processing of marble resumed in full swing , so as to determine the growth of Seravezza to the point of being considered the capital of Versilia.
From artistic point of view, is the valuable Seravezza Cathedral, dedicated to the Patron Saints Lawrence and Barbara, covered by a dome and bell tower with mullioned windows dating back to 500, but rebuilt and modernized over the centuries XV and XVI and restored after the severe damage suffered during the Second World War, when in the final months, was also fought bitterly over the mountains of Seravezza.
The interior has three naves separated by columns, is full of altars, a pulpit in Baroque style in polychrome marble, a small baptismal font carved by Stagio Stage in sec. XVI, and an inlaid marble frontal 600, Iacopo Benti.Una
gilded silver cross in the middle of figures of saints, among them San Lorenzo, attributed to Pollaiuolo, engraved with the inscription of the year 1498 and is located in the sacristy, where there are other precious religious objects. In the cathedral are preserved in a glass coffin underneath an altar, the remains of S. Urchin martyr soldier of Rome.
Seravezza The other church, dedicated to the Santissima Annunziata, completely destroyed by the Germans along with all the homes and neighborhoods Smithy Bridge during the tragic summer of 1944, was rebuilt after the war. Shows a bas-relief in the frontal D. Benti with the Virgin and Child. Inside you can admire the canvas painted by Pietro da Cortona (Pietro Berrettini) in the first half of the seventeenth century, "The Holy Women at the Tomb", a gift of the Grand Duke of Tuscany Leopold II. The work was saved from destruction by Raphael Binelli, who was able to detach from the frame, along with the painting 'Annunciation, painted by Filippo di Luca Martelli from Massa in 1639 or so, before the church blow.
Particularly interesting is the Medici Palace, once known as Casino Ducale, built between 1555 and 1565, according to some architect B. Ammannati, others by Buontalenti, on the orders of Cosimo I, who lived there during the summer months attracted by the mild climate and because of Seravezza, both because they want to personally, the extraction of silver from nearby mines, the Booty Call. Even after the death of Cosimo I, the palace was always used as a summer residence of Grand Dukes of Tuscany, until in 1784 it was sold to the community of Seravezza, which, however, they have lost the wish of the Leopold I, who wanted Office Building and warehouses of the company for raising trout, with nurseries located near Ruosina.
The building consists of two wings that enclose the courtyard, advancing, after a series of works executed in the years 1970 and 1980, is now used for exhibitions and cultural events of great interest. For many years he was also the town hall. Seravezza was also famous for the purity of the waters of its rivers. Perhaps because it was carved in stone and placed over the well site in the Medici palace, he remembers, even today, 13 pounds of trout in 1603 was caught in the river of Ruosina by the Grand Duchess of Tuscany, Catherine Habsburg-Lorraine.
emerges among the works closer to us, the war memorial of the victorious World War 1915/1918, to the unbridled force that seems to give off the sculpture of the man Seravezza, while in its full nakedness, raised to the sky a mass of marble dug from the mountain. E 'admirable work also for the beauty and significance of his four bas-reliefs, but at the same time imposes on his masculine power.
The monument designed by sculptor and Camaiore Cornelius Palmerini, which opened on 19.5.1929, was completed after the death of Palmerini, in 1927, Arturo Dazzi.
Beautiful is the fountain located in the central square adorned with beautiful sculptures of children astride of marine fish, a work which still bears visible damage during the war of 1944/45. = ""
But by the dazzling splendor of its marbles, mixed with sea water and its remaining ancient mountains, where there was no extraction of marble, which increasingly need to be seduced by this Seravezza which certainly dazzled the eyes of those who first saw it when the sun had not yet blackened the white rocks and polychrome, check the sea expanses during the movement of divine formation of the earth's crust, in a blaze of lights reflected in the sky. Speaking of the hospital Seravezza I must say that already in 1515 the hospital is mentioned, including the existing church dedicated to St. Mary, then converted to the Church of Mercy. As regards assistance to the "old", or as we say now self-sufficient, and orphans, from the end of 1700 the founding of the Conservatoire by the cav. Ranieri Campana, larger work in 1772 and opened in 1794, eight years before the Count Francesco Campana, belonging to the same pious family, after having succeeded in combining the two foundations founded the hospital that has worked for 200 years Seravezza that is, until the entry into service in the plain vina Lido Camaiorene the new hospital called Versilia.
Seravezza gave birth to his father, Giovanni Lorenzo Berti, who was born in 1688, imperial theologian, university professor of Pisa and the author of several works: the writer Piarist father Francesco Donati, said Monk Cecco, who was a friend of Carducci, a knight who was Ambassador Luigi Angiolini government Toscano in Rome and in Paris, ended his career with his appointment as Councillor of State, the painter Joseph Viner, the writer and the professor Enrico Pea Dino Bigongiari for over 50 years was a professor at Columbia University in New York.
Among men of our time we must remember the writer Sirius Giannini, who died prematurely, the late senator and Mr Armando Angelini lawyer Leonetto Amadei even those deceased, who was an MP for several legislatures to become the President of the Constitutional Court. Voglio ricordare anche Lorenzo Tarabella che oltre ad essere stato un forte cavatore, fu anche un sensibile poeta e scrittore.
Seravezza ha un futuro. Stretta fra i monti che ne hanno impedito l'espansione, danneggiata gravemente dagli eventi bellici del 1944/1945, anche se si è sempre ripresa dalle gravi avversità grazie soprattutto al lavoro della sua gente, ha perso molti dei suoi primati che aveva verso la fine del 1800 e nei primi decenni del 1900 quando contava innumerevoli laboratori ed industrie Parallelamente alla escavazione e lavorazione dei marmi che rimane un fattore trainante della sua economia, Seravezza che dalla fine dell'anno 1975 si fregia del titolo di città concesso con decreto dell'allora Presidente della Repubblica, per il fatto di essere sommersa da un mare di verde , davvero un oasi, e con un clima fresco e mite, ha tutte le caratteristiche per divenire un luogo di riposo e villeggiatura, particolarmente interessante in quanto a poca distanza dalla marina di Forte dei Marmi e sotto i monti più belli del mondo. Sarebbe auspicabile che fossero costruite alcune strutture alberghiere e due gallerie per impedire la circolazione dei mezzi pesanti dentro il centro abitato. Una dovrebbe essere costruita sotto il monte Costa e l'altra sotto il monte di Ripa. La cittadina si presta per le sue caratteristiche ad un mercato permanente dell'antiquariato e dei prodotti artigianali di tutta la Versilia del fiume.
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