Sicily, and a Story of Church Chairs

June 6, 2010

“I know you,” said a tall man with olive eyes as we crossed paths last week.

I racked my brain. Had we met?

“We drink coffee at the same bar,” he laughed. “All stranieri, strangers, are famous here.”

I cringed.

“Do you know Louise from England?”

I shook my head.

He pointed to a low, crumbling building adjacent to the cathedral and pulled out a ring of keys. “The church is trying to sell this building. Do you want to see inside?”

The two dank rooms inside were pigeon-pooped and depressing, but I saw two old chairs I liked in a pile of junk.

Sicilian Church Chairs with Twine Seats, copyright Jann Huizenga

“I gift them to you, Signora.”

I politely protested.

“But they’re worthless!” he said.

Old Sicilian church chairs—seats lovingly caned with a thick, rough twine—have been replaced by pews.

Heading up the stairs to my house, a salvaged chair under each arm, I felt another rush of Sicily-love.

There was also regret. Why had he let them go so lightly?

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Method for Getting rid of wormwood in old Sicilian chairs, copyright Jann Huizenga

ADDENDUM: It’s true that the little church chairs were riddled with wood-munching bugs—tarli, as they’re called here. But there’s a simple solution. My friend Roberta (left) taught me the antitarlo recipe:  Buy a syringe at a farmacia, don pink plastic gloves, fill the syringe with toxic goo, plunge it into each and every pinhole (there were millions), then wrap the chair, Christo-like, in plastic and let rest for 2 weeks. Unwrap and enjoy with a glass of Nero d’Avola.

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