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...time the U.S. Fifth Army had taken Rocca Massima, a village about twelve miles from the Anzio beachhead, the inhabitants were sharply divided about the future. Lean, greying Igino Cianfone, the village blacksmith, drew together the village leftists, talked 200 into paying Communist Party dues. Meanwhile, his good friend Deputy Postmaster Gustavo Coriddi enlisted village moderates in the Christian Democratic Party...
...Complained Cianfone: "The party hasn't helped me. They leave me to fight alone." On May Day, 1950, Cianfone was too dispirited to organize a Communist demonstration. Instead, he went off to the local wine shop, where he met his old friend Coriddi. Full of sympathy, Coriddi presented Blacksmith Cianfone with a bouquet of mauve cyclamens. Cianfone was touched. They had a drink...
Last week Blacksmith Cianfone decided he had had enough. He had spent 30,000 lire of his own hard-earned money in fruitless visits to provincial party headquarters. In his forge he quietly burned a stack of confidential party documents. Then he summoned friend Coriddi, presented him with the party effects, including a cash book that showed a balance of 27 lire (about 4?). Coriddi agreed to offer membership in the local Christian Democratic section to the remaining 53 Communist Party members...
...athletic prowess was the talk of the countryside. Seizing a 100-lb. blacksmith anvil with one hand, he would lift it straight out and up, and then with both hands toss it over his shoulder. At 44, and holding a brick in each hand, so the story goes, he completed three consecutive standing broad jumps totaling 36 feet. (U.S. standing broad-jump record, without bricks: 11 ft. 4⅞ in.) At 50, he could stand in an empty barrel and jump out without touching...
...wheel and a rustic sign which read "Terms Cash." People occasionally, we were told, got the idea it was a wishing well and tossed coins into the water under the wheel. Across from the mill, and separated from it by a piece of tumbling New England hillside, was a blacksmith shop. Once in a while a short man in an apron would come and hammer resonantly on the anvil; then he would go back across the hall to continue his conversation with the flower girl. On the lawn in front of the shop, a Radcliffe freshman was selling horse shoes...