A quiet scene on a small road in Roccasparvera, a small seemingly deserted village high in the Italian Alps and where my great great grandmother was born in 1881 and lived before immigrating to San Francisco around 1906. There was a holiday that day, though you would not know it except for the colorful streamers flapping in the wind stretched from awning to awning around the town square. It seemed a moment frozen in motion and time. Ours were the only footsteps along the roads and the only voices echoing down the hills on which the precarious town is built. There was simplicity, history, and a quiet resilience in those walls.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Roccasparvera
A quiet scene on a small road in Roccasparvera, a small seemingly deserted village high in the Italian Alps and where my great great grandmother was born in 1881 and lived before immigrating to San Francisco around 1906. There was a holiday that day, though you would not know it except for the colorful streamers flapping in the wind stretched from awning to awning around the town square. It seemed a moment frozen in motion and time. Ours were the only footsteps along the roads and the only voices echoing down the hills on which the precarious town is built. There was simplicity, history, and a quiet resilience in those walls.
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So, what exactly is in the picture? Just curious if it is some type of storage building or barn or what? I love finding pictures of villages of my ancestors. Glad you are posting again. XXOO
ReplyDeleteI believe it is a workshop of sorts. It is located in the back of a home a distance from the center. There was little to show any specific use but I would imagine it is used for farming, building, and general maintenance of a home in the Alps. Most homes seemed to have some kind of storage/working section.
ReplyDeleteLooks fascinating...not like most places I have seen in Italy....I would say off the beaten path which is the best!
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