The cost of admission is very reasonable, but if this world had any logic, they would charge Disney prices and it would still be a bargain. The place offers the potential of lifting the human spirit by shining a light, or a memorabilia display more exactly, on some of our more worthy spirits.
A few facts about Mr Tonelli’s life:
- 1917 – Born, moved to Chicago.
- 1932 -1935 – A three sport athlete at the Catholic DePaul Academy.
- 1936 – 1938 – Played football at Notre Dame on scholarship. Motts had a number of recruiting trips, but the decision to attend Notre Dame was not a complicated one. Motts mother informed him, “You’re going to Notre Dame. It’s a Catholic school, and you won’t be far from home.”
- 1940 – Played one season of pro football with the Chicago Cardinals.
- 1941 – Enlisted in the Army, assigned to the Philippines.
- 1942 – Captured prisoner and survived the Bataan Death March.
- 1942 – 1945 – Prisoner of war.
- 1945 – Transferred to slave labor camp near Tomayo Japan just before the nuclear bombs were dropped to end the war. Trip lasted a couple of months and he slept on a pile of salt with other prisoners.
- 1945 – Put on 90 pounds and played an abbreviated NFL season, which allowed him to qualify for his pension.
- 1946 – 1988 – Career in politics and public service.
- 2003 – Died at the age of 86.
Moments of grace happened to Mr Tonelli in the midst of unbelievable tragedy which serve to lift the human spirit. Even, or perhaps especially, the spirit of information-overloaded, knowledge-thirsty, Palm-Pre packing, casual U2 concert-going tourists. An excerpt from the Tonelli book:
While on the March, Tonelli was reflecting on his relative mortality when approached by a guard plundering the possessions of the weary, sunburned prisoners. He demanded Tonelli’s Notre Dame ring, and Tonelli refused. The guard reached for his sword.
“Give it to him,” yelled a nearby prisoner. “It’s not worth dying for.”
Reluctantly, Tonelli surrendered the ring. A few minutes later, a Japanese officer appeared.
“Did one of my men take something from you?” he asked in perfect English.
“Yes,” Tonelli replied. “My school ring.”
“Here,” said the officer, pressing the ring into Tonelli’s callused, grimy hand. “Hide it somewhere. You may not get it back next time.”
The act left Tonelli speechless. “I was educated in America,” the officer explained. “At the University of Southern California. I know a little about the famous Notre Dame football team. In fact, I watched you beat USC in 1937. I know how much this ring means to you, so I wanted to get it back to you.”
The surreal encounter ended, and the gridiron and battlefield rivals headed their separate ways.
“I always thought that someday he’d try to look me up,” Tonelli says. “I guess he probably didn’t make it through the war.”
OK, just one more from the book:
When he arrived at the prison camp near Toyama, Tonelli was a 100-pound skeleton, a mere shell of the bullish fullback that once roamed Notre Dame Stadium, Soldier Field and Comiskey Park.
“I felt that (Toyama) would be my last stop,” he says. “I was going to die there or be liberated.”
His body ravaged by malaria and an intestinal parasite, Tonelli wobbled to a table where a Japanese officer assigned prison garb and identification numbers.
Tonelli glanced at his new prison number. It couldn’t be. Tonelli fought to hold back the jubilant tears.
Scribbled on a piece of paper was the number 58, the same number he wore throughout his football career.
“From that point on,” he says, “I knew I was going to make it.”
As I sat in my office writing this, I’m listening to the visiting teams MLB.com radio broadcast of my Marlins playing at the St Louis Cardinals. The announcers just noted that the home plate umpire is Tony Randazzo. The Chairman and Founder of the NIASHF is Tony’s father, George Randazzo.
Signs always abound, great and small, but today I am more attuned to those signs because this weekend I learned about a great Italian American named ‘Motts’ Tonelli.