Monday, December 29, 2014

ROMA2000: Celebrating the Millennium

Fifteen years ago, I was on my way to Rome.

But this story started much earlier—when I was nine years old and in the fourth grade of Our Lady of Lourdes School in Paterson, New Jersey.   That was the year we began studying ancient history and learned for the first time the difference between BC and AD.  I was transfixed by the notion of the long flow of time.  I gazed out the window and wondered.  It was 1950.  In fifty years the digit that began the year would change from a “1” to a “2.”  How momentous!  Could it be that I would be alive when such an enormous thing happened?  If I lived that long, I would be about to turn fifty-nine.  My grandmother was nearly that old.  It could happen; I might live to see the year 2000.

As time went on, life brought a lot of other things to think about.  But every once in a while, the notion came to me again, mostly when another year ended.

Page one of the original communiqué.


Then, as we approached the New Year of 1995, I decided it was time to start planning a really great party.  David agreed.  That following January, I sent out a questionnaire to my entire Christmas card list.  It suggested a few possible venues.  Italy was one of them.  Lots of people liked the idea of the party.  A few suggested we all go hiking somewhere far from civilization, not one of my choices.  A number thought it would have to be a tropical place.  My suggestion that it be somewhere beautiful and Italian got the most votes.

Rosanne and me during the week in Rome

 
The event had a logo and stationery.
Best of all, that letter drew a very enthusiastic response from my dear friend Rosanne Martorella.  “Rome,” she said.  “Nowhere but the Eternal City will do.”   And she wanted to share the work.  It became our joint project over the next five years.  The tasks came in dribs and drabs at first.  Rounding up interested people.  Looking at possibilities.  But then the to-do lists intensified.  Through our contacts in Italy, we were able to reserve the Palazzo Lancelotti, a gorgeous private residence, aristocratic and perfectly situated between the Piazza Navona and Ponte S. Angelo.

The location.

The facade.

The Piano Nobile of the Palazzo Lancellotti.  The walls are painted to look this way.


Soon we were up to our necks in elaborate budgets, travel arrangements, opening Italian bank accounts, corresponding with all the potential guests.  In the end, 104 people signed up and attended, almost all Americans, but some English, French, and Italian friends as well.  Many of them also joined in a week of activities arranged by a friend who was a travel agent.  It included a swanky hotel stay, an audience with the Pope, lots of sight-seeing, and delicious meals.


Here is how we all looked on the big night:

The souvenir program and menu

 
I arrived early and inspected the premises.  They could not have been more lovely.

The Clark/King/Steen contingent.

The food was spectacular.
Lots of dancing to a band of Sicilian musicians who could play anything!

Two of my schoolmates were among the guests.

HAPPY NEW MILLENNIUM!

This is my favorite photo of the event.  My granddaughter Emma was 17 months old.
I love to imagine her thoughts when she looks at this image in the years to come.



Some events have lifetime significance.  This one occupied my imagination for decades before it happened.   The realization of that dream stands out for me and always will. 


Annamaria -  the Monday before 2015.  Happy New Year!

14 comments:

  1. Loved this post! For me it was watching Walt Disney's "The Moonspinners" at age 9 and vowing someday to grow up and travel to that 'exotic' place called Greece. Just visiting turned out not to be enough. We will be celebrating this New Year's Eve in our stone house on the hill in Greece's Mani (the setting of Jeff's book 'Sons of Sparta'). So I went chasing windmills and ended up in Greece for what will be one of those significant lifetime events! A fabulous post!

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    1. A life-long dream realized is a splendid thing. I wish you both happy in your new place and joy throughout the New Year.

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  2. Now that's what I'd call the essence of an Annamaria Alfieri experience: Planning and execution fit for a King!

    On the other side of the equation, the Italian in my life at the turn of the Millennium had us in Vegas. Nuf said.:)

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    1. Did she throw a bag over your head and drag you to Vegas, Jeff? For myself, I would rather have gone hiking.

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  3. Umm... I think I'd prefer partying with AmA to partying with Jeff. It's kind of an anti-Charlie-the-Tuna thing.

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    1. EvKa, I think you are right. There is something fishy about Jeff's story.

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    2. To each of you all I can think to say is this: perch.

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    3. Perch? As in what a bird does. Wait... you gave us "the bird???" Sheesh.

      Oh, wait, no, you mean the FISH.

      I think COD would have been a better reply, it would have reflected better on your little piece.

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  4. If I ever need a major bash put together I know who to call! That was amazing!

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    1. Jono, The first step in doing it is believing it will work if you try!!!!

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  5. Happy New Year to all of you who never fail to engage me and help me with my arm chair traveling.

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    1. Lil, I look forward to our armchair travels together in the New Year. My best to you and yours.

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  6. Annamaria, this piece leaves me totally speechless! What a production! I can see an opera based on your tale here. T.J. Straw in Manhattan, pale in comparison to the Eternal City!

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    1. Okay with me, Thelma, as long as the opera doesn't end like Tosca, with me plunging off the roof of the Castel Sant' Angelo pictured on the map above.

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