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Re: kasperhoe
Wow! Glad to hear it! Thank you, kasperhoe.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 13, 2016 at 2:26 PM
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Romantic.... Just GREAT!
Well, here I entered the site to work, and then I came to your entry, and... Romantic... Well, not exactly what I needed to work in the study, but...
I don't know what to say, except from the fact that I like it... No, I don't like it, I LOVE it. 
posted by
kasperhoe
on November 12, 2016 at 2:56 PM
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Re: BC-A
My goodness, Bill! Thank you. I am surprised that it does that!!! 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 12, 2016 at 10:09 AM
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Re: Methinks Aba might not concur re hot winds that blow: "welling" might have
Thank you. Yes, that's a good pun, though this really was generally written in the literal. Fort Whipple, Union, crepe hung, mourning Lincoln... Nice picture, UKUSA! Shalom, shalom.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 12, 2016 at 10:07 AM
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This is romanticism that makes one blush love. Excellent.
posted by
BC-A
on November 12, 2016 at 9:57 AM
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Methinks Aba might not concur re hot winds that blow: "welling" might have
been a crazy pun in the piece. Peace/shalom to you good debaters/discussions.
posted by
NocrossJustchristmas
on November 12, 2016 at 2:17 AM
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Re: Re: Re: Aba
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 11:29 PM
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Wow, Resta
The beginnings of a sweet journey is so beautifully captured in your poetic narration that I am reminded of my own. Some fructify, and mine did. 
posted by
anib
on November 11, 2016 at 8:49 PM
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Re: Nautikos
You imagine sorta right! However, they do have hot and cold running water, stoves, and a few cars. Donkey population is down, veggie growing remains about the same, I would guess, and the wine...yes, the wine, it's still there. I have some nicely framed pictures hanging on a wall here of the ol' ancestral home, taken when it was a ruin, just before it was demolished. A friend looked at those pix, then she said in an almost negative tone, "Can you imagine living like that?" And I thought how nice that would have been, but merely said, "Yes, yes, I can..."
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 6:25 PM
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Re: WileyJohn
Thank you, Wiley! Of course! But no, no vintage Italian clothing here...
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 6:12 PM
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Re: chuck_ibrahim
Thank you very much, Chuck. Yes, it sure does seem like that, and I agree wholeheartedly, but to tell that to them; they would laugh and ask us how would we like to live in a culture of monetary deprivation, and live a life of getting up at 4 a.m. to make bread, growing what you ate and making your own wine, knitting or sewing your clothing, and then live without running water, have no kitchen in which to cook, but rather use a huge fireplace as a stove, either walk or ride a donkey to get to the next hill town (too steep for carts). Hmmn, it doesn't sound all that bad... I do like running water, however.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 6:08 PM
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RP
Beautifully written! A vignette of a byone era - but is it really? I would imagine in parts of Calabria and Sicily the old ways still persist...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 11, 2016 at 3:38 PM
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RPresta
Lovely poetry and of course I thought you may have dressed for the part.
posted by
WileyJohn
on November 11, 2016 at 2:39 PM
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What a great work Life used to be happier and much simpler
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on November 11, 2016 at 11:13 AM
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Re: Kabu
That has always been the trouble of women. You said it all when you said that they knew their place.Male dominated societies and women just went along for generations and if they suffered as a girl themselves, they just passed that down onto their daughter. Y' know as much as what I do.
posted by
Kabu
on November 11, 2016 at 10:54 AM
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Re: C_C_T
Thank you so much, CC. Yes, it is, or rather, was, as you say. Very glad that you liked it!
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 10:45 AM
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I rather like this poem RP. It has a good flow and of course probably true in most respects, I guess it was not easy for a girl in those times,not wise to fall in love without daddies approval, but of course half of the pleasure was the anticipation. Well done.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 11, 2016 at 10:39 AM
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Re: FSI
Yes, but this was meant in the literal.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 11, 2016 at 7:35 AM
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There is a lot of symbolism behind that water fountain.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 11, 2016 at 6:28 AM
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Re: Katray2
Thank you, Katray2. This poem started out as a short little thing, but grew. I know it must have been a thrill, remembering my own teen years (uhh, not drawing water). LOL! But for some, it must have become so sad if a match could not be made. Imagine going to the fountain for the rest of one's life, living with resigned regret, watching someone else be the wife, when it could have been you. But then, there were those who had good matches. Oh dear, I almost started another poem...
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 10, 2016 at 8:52 PM
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Re: UKUSA
Thank you, dear UKUSA! I had not thought of that parable when I wrote this, though your point is well taken. Proper young women of my grandmother's time were able to meet socially at the water well. She told me of this. The girl looks generic enough that she could be related to some in my family, and the mode of dress is correct, but there were also many, many other styles unique even to each town in southern Italy. Shalom to you.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 10, 2016 at 8:29 PM
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Picture is not real, but the pitcher is! A rendezvous w. echoes of Jesus at
the well, where the woman notorious for having five men (4 husbands, & the fifth, a love) and no reputation. She could not joinnthe owmen at the well ... so she went alone, at a different hour. Because of this she met Jesus. I am all for starting at any fountaon with love, so long as it leads H I G H E R r r r. shalom shalom dear One
posted by
NocrossJustchristmas
on November 10, 2016 at 8:07 PM
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Very lovely in a gentle and transporting way, RPresta!
Per the comments, I can imagine for some, probably many and in a variety of cultures, the courtship rituals were a sweet, delicious sigh but did not always end in matches that were the dream come true. Ah well, the beginnings are always fun and you captured those emotions and the imagery well. 
posted by
Katray2
on November 10, 2016 at 4:19 PM
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Kabu
They could talk all they wanted, dear Kabu. Papa held the purse strings and most matches, and the contracts that went with them (which is a whole 'nother story), were made on the basis of a dowry. Sad. So a girl or guy would potentiallly meet someone who "suited" them quite well, and then have to watch that person marry another. Of course, there must have been that rare father who had no care or need for money, who let his daughter marry whomever she wished, regardless of cost, or offer a huge dowry for an undesirable daughter to get her the husband of choice! Hah! Lots of scenarios here I could go on about, S. Sister. I would have begged, screamed and cried, but then, I'm sure most did anyway. No, not really; they mostly knew their "place."
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on November 10, 2016 at 3:01 PM
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and I expect that young girls and boys would talk to Mama about some one that they liked and negotiations could start to take place between the Fathers.
posted by
Kabu
on November 10, 2016 at 2:52 PM
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