THE SACCO GANGHOW IT ALL HAPPENEDI
A FAMILYāS RISE
In the late nineteenth century, Luigi Sacco is little more than a savvy, quick-witted lad working as a seasonal day laborer on farms in the countryside around Raffadali, the town of his birth. His only wealth is his youth, two strong arms, and a keen desire to work. In every other regard, he has nothing. Not even a pair of shoes.
But he is head over heels in love with a beautiful girl by the name of Antonina Randisi, a day laborer like him, who returns his affections.
The two would like to get married and have a great many children, but they are short on money, earning barely enough to stay alive and retain at least that minimum of strength necessary to work from morning till night.
Life is hard for a day laborer.
First of all, work is not constant year-round, but, as mentioned, seasonal.
This means that you work for three months for your daily half loaf of bread and sardine, and then you donāt work for three months and eat nothing except, with any luck, a crust of bread and a little chicory.
Come harvest time (for almonds, fava beans, olives, grapes, wheat), the day laborers gather in an appointed place, which is usually a square in town, and wait for the overseers to show up on behalf of the landowners and āform a crew,ā that is, recruit a number of people, men as well as women, and take them out to the fields.
Oneās chances of being chosen depend entirely on the overseer, who wonāt always select the day laborers for their productive capacity or desire to earn the paltry pay, but rather on the basis of a whispered word from a mafioso, or a friend, or a friend of a friend. Or else heāll just make up his mind on his own, depending on whether someone is to his liking or not.
On the other hand, anyone who has ever even tried to reason with an overseerāthat is, discuss the pay or the work schedule, or complain of some abuse of power or other outrageācan forget about ever being called up again. He or she might as well stay in bed and get a little extra sleep.
Work begins at the first light of day and ends at nightfall.
A break of only one hour is allowed, to eat and attend to oneās needs.
But what do the day laborers eat?
A one-kilo loaf of bread with one salted sardine and one hard-boiled egg.
Hereās how it goes: with the first three quarters of the loaf, one enjoys only the flavor of the sardine and the egg. With each bite of bread, the laborer licks the sardine or puts the egg in his mouth, tosses it around with his tongue, and then extracts it still whole.
The teeth come into play only with the last quarter of the loaf.
He also drinks water, which is kept cool in a jug.
Sometimes, though rarely, the owner is generous and offers a calatinaāthat is, something to go with the bread, usually consisting of a bit of caponata or a bowl of maccu, a porridge of fava beans cooked in water and reduced to a kind of mush, with a tiny dab of olive oil on top.
If the dayās work in the field carries over to the next day, the day laborers sleep under the stars. And sometimes somebody will sing:
At night I lie beneath the sky;
the stars above become my roof;
my pillow a bitter thistle bush . . .
The luckiest, or the oldest, take refuge in a hayloft for the night.
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One day Luigi is told that Don Agatino, an elderly, venerated grafter of pistachio trees, wants to talk to him.
It is important to know that pistachio trees are divided into male and female, and that one male tree, which Sicilians call a scornabecco, is enough for eight females.
Before a female tree can produce fruit, it must live for at least twelve years. But in the twelfth year, before anything else, it must be grafted, otherwise it wonāt produce anything.
The female tree, however, is capricious. The graft will either take on the first try, or, if it doesnāt, it means the tree wishes to remain unwedded, and thereās no way you can ever get it to change its mind.
Twelve years down the drain, tending a sterile tree.
Anyone who owns a pistachio grove, however, is sitting on a gold mine. The pistachio nut is very much in demand, and fetches a very high price.
An acknowledged master of the art of pistachio grafting, Don Agatino has just lost his assistant, who picked up and emigrated to America. And so he offers to teach Luigi, who he has heard is an honest, hardworking lad, the art of grafting, so he can take his place.
Luigi accepts the offer without a second thought, mostly because the pay Don Agatino is proposing is quite good and could change his life entirely.
And so he goes on to learn a new trade.
Just three months are enough for Luigi Sacco to understand all there is to know about the art of grafting, and another three months to surpass his teacher, as Don Agatino himself will honestly admit.
Shortly thereafter, the master, old and financially secure, retires, passing all of his work on to Luigi.
Luigiās fame as a miracle-working grafter who never makes a mistake spreads fast. Soon, itās no longer small pistachio groves heās called upon to graft, but veritable forests of pistachio, at Santo Stefano Quisquina, Cattolica Eraclea, and other towns in the province.
But what started out as a craft for earning a living very soon becomes for Luigi a passion with no material interest.
For a while now, to go to work, he has to pass by a pistachio grove belonging to a judge by the name of Vassallo. But itās a dead grove, because the grafters the judge had hired grafted the trees at the wrong time. Luigi, however, realizes that the grove could still be revived, and so, without telling anyone, he grafts the trees at the right moment.
Therein lies the art: intuiting just the right moment for cuttingānot a day too soon or too late.
A few days later the judgeās overseer runs to his boss and tells him how the pistachio grove has re-blossomed miraculously.
The judge then summons his grafters and asks which of them was the clever one. But they all admit that it wasnāt them. By roundabout means, the judge learns that it was Luigi, and so he wants to meet him. He congratulates him, thanks him, and then asks him how much he owes him for his efforts.
āNothing.ā
āWhy not?ā
āBecause I did that work for my own pleasure, not on your orders.ā
And he wonāt accept so much as a cent.
At this point Luigi, thanks to his skills, has enough money to build himself a little house and finally marry his Antonina.
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Meanwhile, however, starved as he is for work, he discovers another trade that earns well and that he can practice between one grafting job and a...