Roman (Romin’) Holiday

If you have read my (much) older posts, you will know that we enjoy travel and with that, photography to record our traveling.  In the spring of 2016 our family had a truly awesome Vacay, visiting Wales, London, Germany, and Rome.  Where countries are listed, we visited different towns and cities.  It was a glorious time to trundle around together, and the weather in Europe is so much more inviting in March than it is in Newfoundland, where we are still shrouded in snow and cold at that time of the year.

Rome was the one place on the itinerary that we had never seen, and so was an amazing experience.  We stayed at a wonderful bed and breakfast that was very close to everything, Gialel Bed & Breakfast.  I would recommend it to anyone!  And contact them through their website.  They say they will beat the booking website prices.  Our second piece of advice is use the Hop on Hop off Bus Tours.  We suggest the red bus, there are all sorts of them (we took one from a different company).  With a 48 hour pass we were able to spend 2 days visiting all the major sights without concern about how we were going to get around.  We only had to be aware of when the last bus for the day left the stop we were at.  It was great.

A few shots from the Vacay in Roma.

Everywhere you looked there were ruins, either preserved, built into new buildings or standing sentinel on their own.  And of course, there were people everywhere!  And we weren’t there in tourist high season.

Art StoreWe came across this marvelous art store.  This only shows you one side of it, but the other half of the building was full of papers and pigment powders and brushes!!  Oh so beautiful.

DaVinci museumThe Da Vinci Museum was full of reproductions of his inventions, and his journals and notebooks.

Fascinating to see his ingenuity.

 

 

 

ParkingAlso ingenious was the parking.  This isn’t the only example we saw of creative parking.  Creative driving was also very much in evidence.

 

Below are just a few more shots of this amazingly picturesque city.

And what led me to tell you about last year’s holiday?  Well, this did.  This is Vicolo Della Torre, Trastevere.  This laneway in the old quarter of Rome, across the river, arrested me as I passed.  Laundry hung in the alley, sun beamed in, and even this early in the season shutters and windows were open and plants were beginning to leaf.  I wonder which tower the Torre references?

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I loved the strong perspective and sharp contrasts, and hope I was able to do it justice.

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It’s the end of March, and it came in like a lamb, so you know how it is going out.  The next 4 days promise high winds, rain, freezing rain, snow and sleet.  I don’t think I’ll leave the house if I can avoid it. Storm chips I’ve laid in a stock of “storm chips” for hubby.   That’s become a new tradition in Newfoundland.  For some reason we’ve forgotten that we get snow regularly into mid May and sometimes into June.  Urbanization has made us soft.

But I digress.  The impending arrival of April makes me think of spring, and milder weather, and days when going out and about is fun and you don’t have to wear 4 layers of clothing and boots so heavy you’ll drown in a pothole.  If you go back in my blog posts you’ll find I leave my cocoon in April, take my camera and explore.  Look What the Sun Brought Out! was one such, and you’ll see a photo of a statue on a huge granite boulder, spreading it’s wings and reaching to the sky.  In January I decided it was a good subject for a painting, and Icarus of Bay Bulls appeared under my brush.  Icarus of Bay Bulls

As one does these days, I posted the finished painting on a social media site.  Imagine my surprise when one of my Book Club friends asked, “Did you know that this memorial was erected to my father-in-law?”  I was floored.  We forget how small this province really is.

The memorial was cast by sculptor, Luben Boykov , in memory of Captain Patrick J. Coady and his crew, who were lost at sea in 1994.  The sculpture sits on one of a grouping of 5 large rocks that family and friends brought, by boat, from Captain Coady’s place of birth (Bar Haven), and then dug into ground to stand their guard.

My friend and her family had been very much moved by the painting, and so I was happy to be able to gift it to her.  (But I did have it professionally scanned, should I want a copy.  Or I may paint it again some day.)

Imperative

Sometimes a story demands to be told, a photo begs to be taken, a painting insists on being created.

About a year ago I painted a few decorative items, just gifts, of a colourful village – my Gaudy Hamlet.

They were pretty and colourful, the flip side depicting a different season of the year.  So I thought why not paint a progression on a canvas, through the seasons of the year.  And so was born, A Year in a Gaudy Hamlet.

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But you would need to know a little about this place I live…The Rock…The Easternmost Province of Canada…This Island in the Atlantic.  We are known for our colourful houses, and most famously for Jellybean Row in St. John’s.  Check out the link for some lovely photos and explanations.

Many of the houses in the small towns outside the city (the smallest, clinging to the shores of the island, called Outports) are made up of Higglety-Pigglety houses that sprung up as sons and daughters built by their parents over the 600 years of our existence.  (Yes we are the oldest inhabited place in North America.)  Usually not as colourful as “Sin Jawn’s”, there were more white houses with green or blue or black trim, or brick red houses with yellow ochre, or yellow houses with white.

I loved my whimsical work, with it’s bright colours and comical fir trees.  The apple tree was one of the few fruit trees traditionally planted here.  Occasionally someone had luck with pear.  And my friends and family loved it too.  I don’t paint to sell, but people wanted prints of this one!  However it talked to me.  “There’s more to the story,” it whispered.  I told my husband, who said, “Why would you want to paint something that isn’t happy?”  And so I left it alone for about 8 months.  But it wouldn’t leave me alone.

You see, Newfoundland and Labrador has seen a constant move from rural to urban.  Outports were isolated, often with no roadway to reach them and transport by boat alone.  This made services and supplies difficult to access.  There was a natural drive to move to where these things were available, but in the 1950’s the government began to initiate moves, because health care and municipal services were so difficult to provide.  People were paid to move.  Some floated their homes across the bays.  Hearts were torn out of families as communities were abandoned.  There are many internet sites that deal with resettlement but here is one to give you a taste.  Resettlement

Shortly before Christmas the whispering got too loud and I started on Resettlement in a Gaudy Hamlet.  The first houses are still inhabited, but soon there is no one to mow the lawns, or rake the leaves, or clear the rocks off the road.  The houses are shocked and surprised.  Why is it quiet?  Where are the lives that once filled them?  Why is there no one to close the doors?  To fix the shingles?  To paint their greying clapboard?  It is sad, as glass breaks and timbers rot.  But it is not ugly, nor without hope.  The trees that were once cut for firewood grow up.  The flowers, wild and gone wild colour the fields.

resettlement These are hidden places, and I have come upon them myself over the years.  Coves where the only indications that someone once lived there, are the square mounds of rocks that were the foundation of homes.  Where the furrows on the hill denote a garden that once held drills of potato and carrot.

“This is the land of dreamings, a land of wide horizons and secret places.  The first people, our ancestors, created this country in the culture that binds us to it.”

~Hetti Perkins