|Blurry photo. Handing off the camera to a kindly gentleman to take our photo I must have accidentally changed to “out of focus background” which I didn’t notice until this morning. After the wonderful night we had, I couldn’t resist posting these photos although they’re all out of focus. In the photo with us is Daniela at my left and Armenia at her left sitting on the steps.|
|The interior of the “theatre” in the square, where, with mouths agape, we viewed each photo with our new friends encouraging us along, telling stories mostly in Italian so proud to share their history with us. It was a night we’ll always remember.Y
Yesterday we said thank you to Michela, the owner of Not Only Pinocchio B & B, she suggested we walk down to the Bar Ferrari in the “square” around 9:00 pm when the locals mingle on Friday night (actually other nights also from what we heard). She offered to meet us to “make the presentation” of us, as she said in her easy-to-understand broken English.
Neither of us couldn’t recall the last time we went out after 9:00 pm, old-timers, and early risers that we are. Without hesitation, we decided to go, knowing full well that we’d have the steep walk on the return home in the dark, with the departure downhill all the way.
Bringing our cell phones for light, we were relieved as we began the descent to see street lights atop the houses, lighting the way along the road every few hundred feet. We’d be alright on the return, albeit a little out of breath at the end of our long day.
Anticipating that we’d sit inside the bar Michela steered us to one of the several groupings of chairs and benches outside the bar after we’d each grabbed a beverage, me water with “gas” (as they say) as opposed to water with “no gas” and Tom a beer, again the total for both in Euro $1.50, US $1.95.
|Many of us have old photos such as these of our relatives, deceased and living, bringing us a warm sense of our roots and family history.|
|None of the photos were dated but the clothing may indicate the early 1900’s.|
|This wedding procession, based on the clothing appears it could have been in the 1950s. This was the then unpaved road that leads to the church and cemetery we highlighted in the post-dated July 16, 2013.|
|These are the inner working of the clock tower that clangs four times an hour, often irregularly that’s located next door to us. We laughed when the locals mentioned how close we were to the sound of the clock, using the typical head and hands signal one uses for indicating sleep, as they inquired as to our ability to sleep through the noise.|
|This is the then unpaved road closest to the street, near the church, that leads to Bar Ferrari.|
|Our house is located on the right side of this road, difficult to see with the trees.|
|The construction of the road to our house, It’s hard to conceive of the degree of manual labor required to build the steep roads in this area, in this era.|
|Other than a walking path for residents and animals, there was no road to our house in these photos. It’s hard to imagine the difficulty in getting from place to place, not only here but in remote areas worldwide.|
|We aren’t able to determine this time period from this blurry photo.|
Later, on our steep walk home, we couldn’t stop talking about our evening; the laughter, the camaraderie, the warmth and the joy that we feel at having discovered, thanks to Michela, this world of people that were around us all along, the entire month we’d be here.
Looks like we’ll be busy every Friday night after 9:00 pm for our remaining time in Boveglio. Plus…Bingo Night is on the horizon!
|Tom was determined that we translate this document that was drafted at the time that the presentation of the photos on the walls of the theatre. It was a slow painstaking process as he read each letter to me as I typed them into Google Translate. Read below for the full translation. Although not an old document the photos on the walls had a tremendous influence on the residents of the village of Boveglio. We were honored last night as they proudly showed us the photos and their prized “theatre” where beginning on August 10, Bingo will be held each night. Of course, we’ll attend!|
The image of eyes to listen to our days is one of the most powerful communication vehicles you. We experience this huge power every day through posters and billboards, but also through reports and photos of authors who are able to get in touch with reality distant from the point of view of geography, culture, customs, and costumes
But there are other images, which beyond their artistic value and of their correspondence to the rules and techniques of photographers, are able to speak to our eyes, as long as we are willing to stop for a moment, and listen. It‘s the case of fifty-four shots proposed by the photographic exhibition “Once upon a time in Boveglio,” organized by the Loco to give everyone, villagers, vacationers, and casual visitors, the chance to learn more about a country, a region, and its people, educated and active in a number of moments of everyday life, ranging from work to sport and leisure from ceremonies, religious commemorations, civilians, all linked by the common thread of life who spends that leaves an indelible mark on the territory and the people …
The Pro Loco invites all to spend between these photographs taking the time to see, admire, and understand. Potra happens that pausing moment longer in front of the “snack,” a young man of Boveglio laid down his glass, there whispers an amusing anecdote of that day of what were the daily tasks of mothers and grandmothers so long ago.
The Pro Loco would like to thank those who, with their generosity and participation, have made possible the preparation of the exhibition by providing photos of their personal scrapbook. A special thanks to Francesco Ricci, who worked with passion and skill set-up and the technical part of the exhibition. go to all the invitation to have sharp eyes, to listen.
Boveglio July 25, 2009K