February 2011

THE SPIRITS OF CONTRADE

Of Cherubino Miana

TIME

time, the time you know, maybe once was measured with a sundial on the wall of the house was slower in passing, the less accurate the digital clocks that automatically change the hours, the sun with its rays reflected in the shadow of the nail between the hours and was a farmer ol'artigiano or woman of a thousand daily tasks that

evaluating eye the passing of time, then at noon the bell della vecchia chiesa dava il giusto avviso a coloro che sparsi nei campi o nei boschi dovevano tornare nelle case di pietra per una fetta di polenta, o sedersi sotto un faggio, la dove il muschio era asciutto e morbido, per aprire un tovagliolo bianco di ruvida canapa e cogliere il pranzo sempre molto scarso. Le meridiane un po’ impallidite misurano ancora il tempo in queste contrade, un tempo che s’è fermato all’ieri, con i segni di una vita vissuta negli stenti e lasciata per lo sperato aldilà o spostata in contrade più o meno ospitali, magari perse in città, dapprima troppo grandi per spiriti semplici cresciuti tra prati e boschi, saziati con latte di mucca e polenta di granturco. Poi anche le città nell’abitudine or resignation, took a more human scale and have sought to tame the spirit of those who, in the districts here in the woods has grown, but the true spirit is still here, stripped of youthful enthusiasm, even resigned, but the seed was germinated in these fields and the roots are unable to uproot them completely. As a former elder who never extinguished because the vitality that it is tremendously strong, so the spirit of these is our old left or returned to these parts, that of their children or grandchildren, perhaps not, they are 32> grew up in the smog other districts where the fine you are caught in the roots will dry out and the mood and feelings, their return to the summer quando nei palazzoni il caldo ti cuoce le membra o quando le fabbriche ad agosto cercano un po’ d’aria ossigenata, tornano, girano senza ricordare, guardano senza vedere, non si fermano a pensare: il tempo della raccolta delle pietre nei prati, pietre nere dapprima ammucchiate in lunghi muretti divisori tra un confine e l’altro, raccolte solo per guadagnare un po’ di terra per il fieno o per un piccolo campo per le patate, i fagioli o il granturco. Poi ripulite e  

trasportate dove s’era deciso di costruire un pezzo di stalla o casa, scelte nelle pezzature, quelle più piatte ed allungate per la fondazioni o gli spigoli del fabbricato, per garantire la tenuta della struttura, messa assieme con malta di calce, tutta proveniente dalla vecchia calchera ancora visibile lì sopra, vicino al buco lasciato dalla cava. Pietre che non sempre si son potute utilizzare, perché la vita, nonostante la meridiana, correva si più lenta, ma era anche più breve, dopo i quaranta rischiavi di essere vecchio, bacato dalla pussiera o da qualche bronchite trascurata presa nelle giornate di pioggia o neve e mai curata nelle stanze ghiacciate di un inverno troppo lungo. Allora le pietre rimanevano, talvolta per chi veniva dopo, ma per lo più, con il cambiare dei tempi, come inamovibili mausolei a ricordo della storia d’un tempo. Strade e viottoli remained empty, populated only by the living spirit of those who lived there with such difficulty. It could be said, pausing a moment to look and listen to the voice of the poet ... "... and go pei ancient sheep tracks on the floor ... ..." and so, taking my hand, I want to accompany these paths,
encounter with the spirits, who feels, still live around us

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THE CENTER OF LIFE

The water was all, not coming out of the tap chrome now, but in the fountains that were carefully distributed within the country. The fountains were the fulcrum around which family life was moving at the time, each group of houses in the center had the fountain water to drink or use for cooking meals, collecting with buckets of tin or

copper, with the wash on which, the signs still remain of hands have wrought, polished, brushed with rough heather and rinsed with water at the end power channeled from the nearby fountain, the clothes, sheets and blankets crude recovered somehow some military sector. Or the old bag of potatoes to be reused for the next season, the sheets for collecting leaves to use as bedding for cows, cows in the morning and evening and were watered in the cool water of the fountain always clear. It was essential to have one immediately next to the dairy, outside but close, is because we are washed in running the "box" of the cheese, the boards on which he was left to mature, the curtains of pouring milk, here the old dairyman with the eyes of smoke still hang out at the dairy, go to control if placed in the tanks to cool the milk begins to float the cream to cream in the morning, put the index in the tanks and guardatolo covered by a more or less thick layer of cream, put it in your mouth like a baby, and blackened because that finger sucking nothing should be lost. He has his eyebrows singed by the fire that the old dairyman active blowing with his mouth wide and with a few

teeth, curly hair from your ears are burning for a few shots of smoke that s' rebelled against the undertow of a large fireplace and smoke the path has deviated bony face of the dairyman. Here you see him with the assistant, the woman that the cow and is now his turn to in making cheese and butter, then later two or three ricotta, not those tender and soft mixed with mascarpone, which are now in the shops, ricotta pasta boiled crude, " StruCad "in order to lose the serum and left to smoke on the chimney to scratch, harden and dry the potato dumplings or pumpkin on Sunday.

WITH WOOD AND STONE

The Torrente ch down there, usually calm, digging in the moments of ferocity large valleys up to Gosaldo, since the mountain and transported downstream from the large limestone, tumbled first on the steep slopes and then went to stop their run in the loops left by earlier erosion. T. Mis flowed, but they, the spirits of a simpler time, could not and would not even know of their interest along the major fault that

united two areas differences, is a big crack in the rock, a deep crack that had given way to erosion of the stream over time. From those limestone blocks learned to split, cut, give elongated shape of the pieces to put over the entrance doors, was a solid rock, left by the sea, which covered all in who knows how far a once unthinkable. It worked well the rock clearer because they know the secrets, weaknesses left by marine deposit more or less consistent. With the wet wooden wedges, which s' swelled, or with the water left in the cracks in the winter to freeze and expand. But the walls no, those were made with the stones of the upper side, easier to find and collect and bring them less tiring. Stones were dark, almost nature

wanted who knows revenge with those who had taken the rocks deposited by water, heat and water vapor with very hot, pressed with enormous force, bend turned, infiltrated with minerals and reduced to pieces. It was easier

break, start from the bottom, one piece at a time could you break down a whole side, then down steep canyons to where a beam, made of specially through, nor stop the run, he deviated from the route to take them on the heap. There was the choice, the most straight from the right angles on the one hand, served to make the corners of the building, as a slab più grosse per unire il muro a renderlo più solido, più legato, le lastre più piccole invece, per chiudere i vuoti o per i volti sopra le porte e finestre, per rendere solido il vuoto sottostante. Certe pietre ancora brillano alla luce riflessa del sole, rossicce quelle che hanno preso un calore maggiore, alcune persino nere, oggi le chiamerebbero rocce metamorfiche o scisti carboniosi, ogni tanto una pietra più giallastra…chissà, la natura è stata sempre di una fantasia e di una forza immane, che solo lei poteva avere.

Le lastre più malleabili, sul verde-azzurro erano invece conservate per i gradini, non era marmo certamente, ma servivano lo stesso all’uso functional people who contented himself. And on the stone, wood, or those larch trees cut with two-handed crosscut saw, trascianti downstream when the snow filled the valleys, without slipping, slipping, rolling, depending on the soil, brought a sawmill craftsmanship coupled with draft horses and reported back to boards by the strangest shapes.

beams no, those were not sawn, or was left in the round, without a strong fiber or levarne were hewn with hand axes of the elongated and guide the eye and the hand man scored a string of steel sharpened the race.

The boards

best to make the floors and windows, because a good builder should be the first great carpenter, the boards of the average value close to the shell and the outer part of the famous "Scorth" and pat the empty walls or more out where the projection of the floor drew a space to put the hay in the summer not yet dry finish to dry and

winter the twigs to heat their homes. Wood and stone, wood and stone, nature had given nothing, nothing but the man was trying, wood and stone house and barn, stone and wood for the fire and to restore the eroded slopes by landslides.

Today this wood and stone, this tribute to those men, they must turn to the cemeteries to know, just stop a moment and find them in empty lands, scattered among these pathways from plants withered huge hydrangeas that every spring flourish. Them, these men are here, you read it in the walls, fountains and hidden corners where someone has planted a flower then.

patron saint and / or Doctor ... ... ...

sweet spirits of the quarters of the women are bare-faced, in which are hidden, locked, smiles soft as a mother, wife dead serious, persuasive girl, her hands folded in her lap, the first two , furniture and caressing those of the girl: They express the religiosity of these districts, the rough men will never admit that he called someone over for protection, only those who have lived the horrors of war, lowered his eyes as if to justify having I was hoping someone would help them, especially in assaults with the bayonet when you had to mess your skin with the blood of a man who did not know and who certainly had the same of your problems, even in his quarters that you knew where they were. The women were able instead to always be themselves, with

consistency showed their inner strength, who went to reload, where an artist's passage had been called and fed for several days as long as he painted in fresco on the plaster of the house at the center of the country, a lady with the baby in her arms, the rest had to think about him, located next to the saints, the angels never absent. They used a single color artists then turned, with the mold coils, for the mountain villages, where they stopped some families a bit 'better off housed and compensated them with their art the guest and the day that the painting had flourished, the requirement of a prayer turned into a hope, cry for help in the saddest moments of life. The year of the "English flu" in 1918-19 were many to leave ... then diphtheria which took mostly children, "Grup" they called him in dialect in the districts, was a succession of news, whispers, the son of Teresina , the daughter of "nonzol", and the grandson of the White took the "group", the fever has run so that gossip show, the doctor can not see all because they must travel the trails on foot and although it is a great walker can not make it, pending the test of the country gave practical advice, but nothing could be done to the spread of the disease and then had to turn to the Saints and the Saints were those left by track artist. Then pass the devastating disease, was born on the crossroads of the paths that branch off towards the clusters of houses, a capital with a Christ, all combine to help even those whose children were taken away by the fever too high, you never know the Next time he could return this act of good faith. But as someone built the capital with stones gathered here and there on the walls interim, while someone else was going to cut a larch beams and coverage, to find an engraver, convince him that he could live up to give a face to the trunk of lime, placed to dry in the barn some time ago to make, spoons or ladles, you had to pray to him it is decided, he is conscious of its ability wanted

tangible gratitude of the people of the village, and also the village head was done live,

gruff father and together could always be heard. The linden tree was removed from the sleep of the year, the scent the wood is still intact emanated into the room at each cut, an incision of the chisel to carefully cut, the rose, the initial smoothing curves and sketching the shape, then with great skill, sanded and scraped, it penetrated into the fibers to emerge since eyes nose and mouth ajar of Christ, all the rest was easier, because it was the expression of suffering that required more effort, the pain does not affect you to live up to dig in order to reflect the latest towards the viewer.

Christs and Madonnas were the most common representations and perhaps easier to paint the murals, the most complicated requiring the hand of a professional artist, which is not easy to come by than in the valleys where nature had given so the manual, but it was exploited at a young age on practical activities, because art is not

eat the old people said, art is dying of hunger. So it's been faded some lady on the corner of the district, the colors faded from sun and rain that has washed them create a special effect, almost an apparition in white plaster trattato emerge questa figura, particolarmente amata e venerata.

  LA SOLITUDINE DELLA  CONTRADA

Di qua son passati uomini duri e donne magre dai volti affilati, dall’animo buono e nello stesso tempo rassegnato. Son passati cavalli e carri che si recavano fino alla prima stazione del treno per caricare, sementi, sale e il vino della pianura, quel vino che doveva scaldare i cuori nei momenti di Most loneliness or abandonment, that the plain red wine who wore a bit 'of fun. The wine was then a medicine, the horses struggling, after climbing the

narrow valley of the Mis to climb up the slopes of these quarters. Every now and then a pause, to reduce the load at each shop at each inn scattered along the way, the wine replaced Tavor, Sanax, Cardioaspirine and antibiotics. Enlivened the streets and could be singing a raucous drunk that he would come home late, rekindled debate at the alleys for a while, moved to a border, for a word that in addition, our atavistic hatred towards other things that wound when you took more courage and inhibition of education vanished. They felt strong, then suddenly, after a few shades of red, strong and with a thousand reasons, did not intervene until the village chief to quell all the time and so he ran, stumbled and ran, because, after the drill steel in May, and not all have to fall being no television, nor light, darkness marked the breaking of dawn the next day over the cock, woke the whole family. And then it was the first to ignite the fire of the old "caminazza", with bundles of well-dried beech rose a flame that illuminated the entire kitchen, the light was not needed, around on the wooden benches, breakfast by the fire that broke out when some node fir heated by the heat of the attractions it gets involved and the resin becomes inflamed.

The names of the districts have remained on these stone walls plastered with lime mortar, the village name "Villa Ren" 1875. ... Every name on every one house or a date carved over the door jamb of the door or on the ridge beam, visible, no one had forgotten the year, perhaps served for themselves, their children and grandchildren, I do not think

which provided an interloper like me to watch and spy on their lived many years later. Tiser Street, Canal Street

Mis depending on whether you had to go up, there toward the church steeple on the hill is clearly visible to all, or that you had to get along the valley towards the plains, to Belluno and below depending on what you had to take home.

SPRING

flourish again like every year, apricot and plum trees in spring, scattered in the meadows or in the old gardens, hidden from the cold and pampered by black stone walls that will also warm the nights cooler, such as apple and pear trees flourish again choked by ash, hazel and alder advancing armies as well prepared for the reconquest. The flowers of these fruit trees are the real memories of a time farmer who had to forge hardened men and women, also flourished again around the lawns and hedges now left uncut and untidy gardens and dig up a small spring in the days returns

stealthy. Chicory yellow flowers in the grass prevails, the 'cat's eye "painted in blue stains the pale green of the grass first, the snowdrops on the sunny slopes of the escarpment whitening as it's thick and violets, the first flower brought

the shrine nearby, sticking to the heat of the last days of February. While on the old stump now semimarcita some fungi conquer the view down the street. And the deer and deer out of the dense forest, more courageous, a brucare l’erba, una volta tanto preziosa per i contadini ed ora lasciata senza padrone. Si tracciano i loro percorsi nel bosco più fitto e tu ne puoi vedere le orme lasciate tra le foglie secche con solchi scavati dal passare e ripassare sugli stessi sentieri. Li ritrovi là dove l’ultima sorgente non s’è ancora prosciugata o sepolta tra l’erba secca sempre più folta, vanno ad abbeverarsi, a sostare, immagino ed ascoltare il canto dell’acqua tra le rocce soprastanti. Son spariti invece i leprotti, quelli che campavano in mezzo ai prati quando l’erba sfalciata rispuntava tenera. Le poiane resistono ed i corvi neri campano allegramente con il loro cra-cra sempre più da padrone e lo fanno per spaventare i numerosi ghiri che tentano di rubare le noci che ancora si trovano in mezzo alle foglie secche cadute sotto antiche piante.

L’aria è quella d’un tempo, nella conca dove l’uomo cercava sapientemente di costruirsi un’esistenza, fuori dall’aria malsana, dal vento della valle che faceva venir la tosse ed al riparo da possibili slavine invernali, capisci a primavera che la scelta del luogo non era stata casuale ma ben ponderata.

L’ADDIO

The spirits of the crowd now aware of the district have been discovered, they thought to move quietly and undisturbed in these lanes and paths abandoned by humans, are still in their homes, gently brush the walls and brought in their Flights memories of that time, thought that time would stop and nothing would change, but when

saw the majestic walnut brought down by a noisy power tool that interrupted the silence and quiet, when they discovered that the old bed had dried up because someone had stopped going to channel it in an iron pipe running through the woods, there where the beech trees had now conquered the hill, realized that this holy man of clay that for months he was drying in the sun of autumn, was a wise thinker who had

resigned to the deterioration and abandonment and the utter abandonment, barns and houses a bit 'at a time would soon infiltrate the roots of the elder and ash, the meadows won with hard work, a hazel prey increasingly strong and powerful, would have changed the landscape and the integrity of long ago would have been nothing, because as said the

essay: the wood is ready and nature uses it to regain what had been stolen years ago. The old spirit of one who had once been the village head, he to whom we turned for every problem, for the cow to give birth to her son or husband who was sick, that spirit of being conscious that he still represented no more life, but the solitude of the districts looked around, surrounded by his old neighbors, his eyes darkened always lively, and his spirit always seemed so confident and combative give in to the events, from the square turned once again to the forest that had been colored as autumn every year, s'entusiasmò red beech trees, the dark green of fir trees scattered here and there, the golden yellow of the larches and more up to the top allla first snow had whitened the ground, he recovered after a moment, looked at her one by one by name of family, a wide smile bloomed again on the mouth by his strong teeth, those of twenty years, then slowly he murmured, "our spirits will remain in these parts even if the nature will do what he must do, that wall with the black grouse was to be the signal of the future that is coming soon, the forest regain le campagne e alberi e animali prenderanno il posto dei tanti cristiani che ci sono passati, i nostri figli se ne sono andati per una vita più comoda ed è giusto che una terra dimenticata si vendichi sull’ uomo che l’ha dimenticata."

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