Playing: Una volta
anticamente, The official song of Ivrea's Carnival
Midi curtesy of Bruno de Giusti

Il carnevale d'Ivrea
Ivrea's
Carnival
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Ivrea's carnival is one of the most famous in the world... How do I know it's so famous? Well, it made the local news here in the U.S. several times over the years, and it was even spotlighted in 'Wild on Italy" on the E! channel ;-)
In 2004 the carnival is celebrating its
197th
edition, but its main history dates back to the end of the 12th century, in
1194 to be exact. The earliest beginnings of the Carnival are clouded the mist
of the past, in the 17th and 18th centuries. At the time, each of Ivrea's five
districts celebrated the occasion in their own unique way, but at the beginning
of the 19th century, the free spirit to which this season gives great emphasis,
eventually became a cause of concern to the French officials now in charge.
In 1808, therefore, an alliance was imposed: a single city carnival would replace
those celebrated in its several districts. The originator of this unification
was to be allowed to deck himself out in the clothes of a General in Napoleon's
army, no less, and surround himself with a staff bearing an evident resemblance
to Bonaparte's entourage. Hence the way the carnival is celebrated to this day.
But... let's get back to the
real history of the Carnival. The first revolt was that of Violetta in 1194,
a second revolt appears in the annals for 1266, when the men of Ivrea "expelled"
the Marquis of Monferrato. This event is enshrined in the "Preda in Dora"
ceremony described in the account of the Carnival of Ivrea that follows. But
the most important and remembered
event
took place in 1194. At that time a Count that ruled the town, (Conte Rainieri
di Biandrate) had made a new law to sleep with every new bride, he called it
the "right of the first night" (yes... that story in "Braveheart"
is true!!). Well, he got away with it until a miller's daughter named Violetta
rebelled against him. Violetta's father ran one of the floating mills that once
exploited the waters of the Dora. She killed him with a sword she had hidden
under her dress, and then she proceeded in showing his cut off head to the people
on top of the sword that cut his head, she then started a fire in the castle
(Castellazzo), which started a revolt against the tyrant's troops. They fought
by mainly throwing stones to them, and they won.
That fight for liberty is recreated with the Battles of the Oranges, which substitute stones. Italy exceeds its production quota of oranges as agreed within the EEC (the European Economic Community) , so the excess needs to be destroyed (just to keep up the retail price). My co-citizens cooperate in the difficult path towards a unified Europe by helping to smash some oranges... A lot of them are old and not really eatable anyway. To make it fun there are several orange throwing "teams", all sporting colorful uniforms and they are:
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Imagine about 10,000 people
dressed with colorful costumes, with a large blouse with a deep V opening in
front: that's where they keep the oranges they're about to throw. They're supposed
to protect themselves from incoming oranges with their non-throwing arm. These
people on foot are recreating the people of Ivrea revolting against the tyrant.
The Count's soldiers are represented by people on horse-pulled trucks (about
10-12 people on each carriage); these people are padded with american-football-type
suits, and wear fencing-like masks. Since such a small number of these brave
men have to fight hundreds... possibly even thousands of people on the ground,
they have two advantages: the extra padding, and throwing downward from above,
rather than upward
from below. With the mask, their eyes can't be directly hit. However, imagine
how fun it must be to get freshly squeezed (on impact against the grid) orange
juice right into your eyes... An interesting fact is that this representation
only started after WW2, beforehand, and only starting in the mid 19th century,
people threw oranges from the balconies to the people walking by underneath...
and viceversa. Anyone can become "Eporediese" (someone that lives
in Ivrea) during carnival time and become an orange-thrower just for fun. A
lot of people in fact, do just that. The Battle of the Oranges is a quite interesting
event, and oranges fly all over the place, some being thrown by people several
meters away, and will hit just about anything: the enemies, the horses,
the horse driver, the spectators on the other side of the carriage who think
they're safe, the buildings nearby (whose owners take special care in sealing
all windows with wood panels; those who have recently repainted the outside
walls, cover the endangered side with a net). A red hat is the symbol of liberty,
and a sign of the carnival, everyone is supposed to wear one... and if anyone
is guilty of not wearing it is considered an enemy, and quickly
becomes the target of the carnival police,
who punish the culprits with some well aimed oranges. Yikes!
Of course there is more to the carnival than the battle of the oranges. A young newly married woman of Ivrea's high society volunteers to be cheered at as the heroine. Introduced in the Carnival's celebration in 1858, she's impersonating "Violetta", the *Star* of the entire celebration. Violetta is called "mugnaia", meaning "miller". She gets to dress in white, be revered, and tour the city on a coach, throwing candies and mimosa posies by the thousand to the spectators. You can see above a photo of the Mugnaia for the 1998 edition of the carnival.
The orange-throwing carriages
are aligned at the end of a procession, after the Mugnaia: first the "Pifferi"
(seen in the photo aside by Ivrea's famous castle) , then various local folklore
music bands, then people who juggle big flags, then, right before the orange-throwing
carriages, the mugnaia (Violetta), in a gorgeous coach, surrounded by Cavalry
in Napoleonic era suits. Below is a picture of the cavalry. Each zone (district)
of the city provides to the touring show two kids (called Abba`) to represent
them: they'll ride ponies wearing elegant costumes, with a sword in their hand,
on top of which there's
an orange (macabre depiction of the Count's
fallen head). Then there are all the people who chose to dress with wild costumes
or masks (as in the U.S.A. for Halloween, and it's ok for adults too). There's
also all sorts of other (pseudo)-historical facts represented throughout the
carnival period (thursday-tuesday). They're bunched up together even though
they belong to totally different époques.
In the evening of the last day of the carnival, Mardi Gras, the darkness is soon ended by the tongues of flame that soar up the scarli set alight by the Abbàs in their respective districts. The burning of the scarli (big poles, erected in the middle of each district's square, covered with dry bushes) represent the burning of the tyrant's castle and the declaration of freedom from each city quarter. The fire is ignited by the Abba` from that quarter, assisted by a cavalry officer. A smaller on-foot-only procession tours all the squares before reaching town hall, where the mugnaia is awaiting in front of the biggest scarlo. Piazza di Città (Town Hall), is filled to overflowing as the principal scarlo is lit. The Mugnaia stands erect, sword on high, in her gilded coach, while the General rises on his stirrups, one hand on his cocked hat in salute, until the last spark is extinguished.
The final act is the burning of
the scarlo in the parish of San Grato. The pipers lead the way to the sound
of joyful tunes. Then, however, the band falls silent, and a single piper accompanied
by a single drummer plays the sad notes of the "Funeral March" as
everyone repairs towards Piazza Ottinetti in a gloomy silence rendered more
poignant by the trailing swords of the officers of the General's staff. Soon,
however, the sadness vanishes. The pipes and drums strike up for the last time
under the arcades of the piazza as people embrace and bid each other farewell
with the traditional saying: "arvedse a giòbia a'n bòt" (good-bye
till Thursday at one), an au revoir at next year's carnival. The Carnival festivities,
in fact, last from Thursday until Tuesday, every day filled with several parades
and events.
The Carnival also has a lot of parties, food events and music. There really is a lot to it. The fagiolata (beans) is an event that takes place often around the center of town, and they offer also sandwiches of many kinds. Then on the day after the last day of the carnival they have "polenta e merluzzo", which is "fish and cornmeal" (and wine!) which is an absolutely delicious and traditional dish.
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Links
Here's some links to learn
more about Ivrea's Carnival, last checked and updated February 25, 2003, just
before the beginning of the 2003 edition of the carnival!
Please note: Many links are only in Italian, but even if you don't speak Italian,
they are worth a click just to see the pictures and get the overall carnival
spirit. They are all must-see sites!
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Una volta anticamente...
An old and extremely unique song, theme of the Carnival, called appropriately "Una volta anticamente" (Once upon a time, a long, long time ago), describes the events of the carnival. It is sung always throughout the celebrations, and they teach it even in the local schools (or, at least, they taught it to my class when I was going to school!!) You are listening to the song in its MIDI rendition, but you can download a .wav file of this song at my sister Lorena's website. Above is an old postcard with the words of the song. I've also seen it as a poster, but it is now almost impossible to find.
Here are the words of the song... go ahead, sing along!!!
Una volta anticamente Egli
è certo che un Barone,
Ci trattava duramente Con la corda e col bastone;
D'in sull'alto Castellazzo, Dove avea covile e possa,
Sghignazzando a mo di pazzo Ci mangiava e polpa ed ossa.
Ma la figlia d'un mugnaro
Gli ha insegnata la creanza,
Ché rapita ad uom più caro Volea farne la sua ganza.
Ma quell'altra prese impegno Di trattarlo a tu per tu:
Quello è stato il nostro segno E il castello non c'è più.
E sui ruderi ammucchiati
Dame e prodi in bella mostra
Sotto scarli inalberati Noi veniamo a far la giostra;
Su quei greppi, tra quei muri, Che alla belva furon tana,
Suonan pifferi e tamburi La vittoria popolana.
Non v'è povero quartiere
Che non sfoggi un po' di gale,
Che non canti con piacere La Canzon del Carnevale.
Con la Sposa e col Garzone Che ad Abbà prescelto fu,
Va cantando ogni rione: Il Castello non c'è più.
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Incredimail Letters
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