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I Buried My Five Children with My Own Hands

Draft: this translation has not yet been checked against the original by a separate review.

Written
1348 or soon after
Place
Siena
Language
Italian
Kind of source
chronicle
Reading time
2 minutes
Difficulty
Accessible
Intensity
High

Black Death (1347–1351)Death and burialFamily and loss

Once in a Lifetime themes: Fear, Exhaustion

Versions

The edited translation, in simplified modern English. Bracketed words were added for clarity; [...] marks a cut. Tap a note number to read the note.

At this time the great mortality began in Siena. It was the greatest, darkest, and most horrible that anyone could ever tell or imagine, and it lasted until October 1348. It was1 so dark that men and women died almost at once. Their groins and armpits swelled,2 and they died suddenly, while they were talking.

A father would hardly stay to look at his son. Brother fled from brother. Wives abandoned their husbands, because people said this sickness was caught by looking at the sick and by their breath.3 And it was true. So many people died in May, June, July, and August that no one could be found to bury them, even for money. No relative, no friend, no priest or friar went with the dead, and no funeral office4 was said.

When someone’s relative died, as soon as the breath was gone, he picked up the body himself, by day or by night. With two or three others he carried it to the church. There they buried it themselves, wherever they could do it soonest and as best they could, and covered it with a little earth so the dogs would not eat it. In many parts of the city, very wide and deep pits were dug. The bodies were thrown into them and covered with a little earth. Then many more bodies were put in and covered with earth. This was done layer upon layer until the pit was full, and then another was dug.

And I, Agnolo di Tura, called the Fat, buried five of my children in one pit with my own hands. Many others did the same. Some bodies were covered so poorly that the dogs dragged them out and ate many corpses all over the city. No bells were rung. No one was mourned, whatever the loss, because almost everyone was waiting for death. Things went so far that people did not believe anyone would be left alive. Many men believed it, and said, “This is the end of the world.”

Here no doctor, no medicine, and no remedy did any good. The more measures people took, the sooner they seemed to die. In truth the mortality was so dark, so great, and so horrible that no pen could write it down. It was found that more than 80,000 people died in Siena and its suburbs at this time.5

Notes

  1. The edition reads fo, an old form of fu, “was.” back
  2. The groin and the armpit, where the swellings (buboes) of plague appear. back
  3. The belief that disease could pass by sight, or by breath, from the sick to the healthy. back
  4. The prayers and ceremonies of a church funeral. back
  5. This is a round figure, not a count. Muratori, who printed the chronicle, notes that another anonymous chronicle of Siena gives a different total. back