‘The ceremony was held in the Villa Antonio Park, close to the chimney sweeps museum in Santa Maria Maggiore. The weather was fantastic as it had been for the days leading up to Saturday 2nd and also for a few days after. With unsettled weather in the region throughout the summer, our ‘lucky’ day was off to a good start. The scent of gardens trees wafted on the sunshine warmed morning breeze. The chatter and hum of the hundreds of sweeps, and close friends and family was all around, as I walked into the park along with two very smart boys. Both Wendy and I were married before. Dale is my oldest son who now resides with us, and Matthew is our son from Wendy’s previous marriage. My youngest son, Stephen was unfortunately not with us for reasons best known to my ex wife. My Best Man David Booth, chairman of the Northern Ireland Association of Chimney Sweeps took his place beside me and we waited. Calls from the crowd telling me there were unconfirmed reports of a gorgeous woman seen hitch hiking in the opposite direction in a wedding dress did nothing to help the situation, and my best man telling me I still had time to run myself were comical moments, until an audible hush fell over the congregated attendees, followed by applause, cheers and whistles. I knew that Wendy, her sister Nichola and our three-year-old Daughter Katie had arrived. Nichola and Katie led the way with Katie scattering petals from her basket, while apparently PLANTING her bouquet because she couldn’t find a vase. Mud and cream flower girl dresses should not be uttered in the same breath, but after the magic of baby wipes, all was fine…little angel.  Wendy looked stunning as she meandered her way through the crowds of sweeps, like a jewel twinkling in a coal mine. We couldn’t stop smiling when she joined me in front of the Mayor. Our wedding day had arrived at last.

After the ceremony spoken in Italian, translated into English by Dino, and lots of hugs, kisses and photographs, we were all transported to the next village up the valley where a statue has been erected. The region is steeped in chimney sweeping history, which began in the 1800’s. Even up to the 1930’s poverty forced the communities to ‘rent’ children out to become chimney sweeps. Young boys about five or six would be sought considering they would be of slight build and could be sent up the chimneys to clean them. This practice was notorious for cruelty and children had a pitiless existence, often at tender years, being left to sleep in barns or the streets alone, while having little food. Illness and malnutrition would inevitably befall them. The statue was erected as a monument in remembrance of all the “sooty” child sweeps and especially Fausto Cappini of Re, who was electrocuted while working. The tragic accident occurred in 1931 when the little sweep, after sweeping a chimney, inadvertently touched a high-tension electrical cable with his hand while gesturing to his boss that he had finished the chimney. He was barely 14 years old. The statue is about one and a half meters high and is the work of Luigi Teruggi, a sculpter in Milan. This statue has a breathtaking backdrop of the Italian Alps and is the meeting place of sweeps worldwide on the first Saturday of September. We were introduced to the crowds of sweeps, and had our photographs taken with our families, as well as sweeps from Germany, Italy, Sweden, Scotland, Canada, and America to list just a few, as well as just both of us at the statue.