Right: an ancient fresco of the Contrada Cao, still inhabited by some elderly which protects and defends it by time. touch on with this short statement is another problem in our valley: the disappearance of the ancient dwellings symbol of our region, a consequence of the agro-pastoral activities of medium and high mountains, as well as the lack of a recovery policy and historical heritage.
symbol of this decadence is fuordubbio the village of Springfield. The gradual depopulation began in the '20s left the country its ancient form, untouched by modern speculation. However, failure to safeguard the structures in the coming years has now led to the collapse of all buildings in the old country.
The district Scilironi.
In April 2004, Johnny and I do an inspection on a house miraculously still standing in the old Springfield.
Climb the rickety wooden stairs to the center of a group of houses already inevitably too unsafe or collapsed. We find a door socchiusa, l'apriamo. Cigola come il quelle dei castelli dell'orrore. Tre locali avvolti nella penombra, ma ancora ben conservati.
Camminiamo e la soletta scricchiola sotto i nostri piedi.
Sulla destra, oltre il primo stanzone vuoto, c'è la camera da letto. I muri sono d'un tenue rosa che le infiltrazioni d'acqua hanno sbiadito e screpolato. Il pavimento è curvo sotto il peso degli anni e di legno scuro. Il letto ha ancora appoggiati sopra dei vestiti, sembra che chi abitava qui fosse uscito a far due passi e mai più tornato. Dalle ferite del materasso fuoriescono le foglie che lo imbottivano. L'aria è intrisa di un odore a metà fra quello del fieno e la muffa. Il comodino è aperto: francobolli per la lotta alla TBC, calendari 50s and a bill six months of the current, early 60s, less than a hundred pounds!
Next to the room is the kitchen. A chasm opens directly in the middle of the floor downstairs. E 'surrounded by a chest, a shelf with the cutlery, table and chair, a stove with the culdérin over again. Above the hole a protolampadario with a miniature bulbs mounted on a candle, the head of a utility bill so high! In
settle an employment contract. We are in the home of Mr. Marveggio M., employed in the quarries of the serpentine Valmalenco. We read the paper discolored by time and marked by the shadows of the bushes that block the light to enter through the window.
The owner of a motor scooter appears from the bottom of the trunk. Are underlined in pencil fondametali instructions to start the motorcycle. We smile, we grew up in the era of the engines, and we head to the cemetery to visit M. Marveggio. It's raining. We rush in nosta research. A lot of graves bearing his name, but no date has recorded consistent with the life of our friend. We would like to look at his photo, to know something more about him, at Springfield, we want to delete the oblivion of time and open a bridge to the past of these places, but we feel powerless in front of a battle that was not up to us to fight: we were just kids, or we were not even born.
In 1987, six months before the dramatic flood Valtellina, Sondrio Valtellina Mountain Community and Culture Asessorato published in collaboration with the Ministry of Culture is a very interesting book titled "Project Culture, Religion and popular culture in the mountain community of Sondrio Valtellina. The book cataloged and described the state of the art of the main towns surrounding the capital. Scrolling breathes melancholy. How many things are gone, many are my childhood memories, tile of our origins and traditions that the frenzy of modern life has killed.
arrive on page 95 we encounter a form of Springfield, already sick and decadent:
" A few kilometers away from Sondrio, the new districts of the city and from the crowded malls [ed. there was talk of Standa and Despair, not Iperal Towers, Expert, Brico ... they used the "crowded" subject to very less impact on the environment, both on local customs] , the streets of Springfield abandoned documenting what was popular - at least until the '60s - the rural settlement in the manner typical of the Alps. As often happens it was the sharp decline in population over 1000 inhabitants in the 20s to just over 100 today, to ensure that they keep the housing facilities in rural communities: Scilironi, a cluster of houses clinging to the rocks on banks of Mallero it is a bit 'symbol [ed. and in fact, to the delight of tourists who head rushed to the ski resorts, it was thought of which is decorated with lights that make it seem like an amusement park!?] , but at least a dozen centers are still open to visitors - where brambles permit - a route that goes from Capararo - near-Arquine until maggengo of Marveggia, oil, in addition, [sic] 1100 meters. It can be said that the villages are an all one with the ground arranged in terraces, with the landscape. Many signs in the ethnographic present internal roads, ovens, hearths, the Trun, the charming design details.
Springfield 20 years ago, one of the last old inhabitants of the districts (image taken from "A walk in Valtellina).
It 's always evident the close relationship that exists between the human community and economic forms needed to survive - farming and agriculture. " The hearth is the ancient reference of the family unit and is still found in many homes abandoned or are still inhabited by the elderly: four stones arranged in a square in the center of the room, the smoke that darkens everything, without hood nor fireplace and hanging by the chain support vessels. Just sitting on the benches are typical (the "arcapanche) could breathe because the smoke would stop at a certain height in the room.
The functional recovery of this settlement pattern is a problem now becomes important if you do not want this "Alpine Pompeii" disappear forever into oblivion.
[...] The future of Springfield, which still bears the danger of the "landslide of Cucchi," is closely linked to the positive development of its secular and difficult history. "
Twenty years later I can say" Save the old Springfield, which still bears the danger of the "landslide of Cucchi," it would be possible, if anything, there was a positive enhancement to its secular and difficult history. "
symbol of this decadence is fuordubbio the village of Springfield. The gradual depopulation began in the '20s left the country its ancient form, untouched by modern speculation. However, failure to safeguard the structures in the coming years has now led to the collapse of all buildings in the old country.
The district Scilironi. In April 2004, Johnny and I do an inspection on a house miraculously still standing in the old Springfield.
Climb the rickety wooden stairs to the center of a group of houses already inevitably too unsafe or collapsed. We find a door socchiusa, l'apriamo. Cigola come il quelle dei castelli dell'orrore. Tre locali avvolti nella penombra, ma ancora ben conservati.
Camminiamo e la soletta scricchiola sotto i nostri piedi.
Sulla destra, oltre il primo stanzone vuoto, c'è la camera da letto. I muri sono d'un tenue rosa che le infiltrazioni d'acqua hanno sbiadito e screpolato. Il pavimento è curvo sotto il peso degli anni e di legno scuro. Il letto ha ancora appoggiati sopra dei vestiti, sembra che chi abitava qui fosse uscito a far due passi e mai più tornato. Dalle ferite del materasso fuoriescono le foglie che lo imbottivano. L'aria è intrisa di un odore a metà fra quello del fieno e la muffa. Il comodino è aperto: francobolli per la lotta alla TBC, calendari 50s and a bill six months of the current, early 60s, less than a hundred pounds!
Next to the room is the kitchen. A chasm opens directly in the middle of the floor downstairs. E 'surrounded by a chest, a shelf with the cutlery, table and chair, a stove with the culdérin over again. Above the hole a protolampadario with a miniature bulbs mounted on a candle, the head of a utility bill so high! In
settle an employment contract. We are in the home of Mr. Marveggio M., employed in the quarries of the serpentine Valmalenco. We read the paper discolored by time and marked by the shadows of the bushes that block the light to enter through the window.
The owner of a motor scooter appears from the bottom of the trunk. Are underlined in pencil fondametali instructions to start the motorcycle. We smile, we grew up in the era of the engines, and we head to the cemetery to visit M. Marveggio. It's raining. We rush in nosta research. A lot of graves bearing his name, but no date has recorded consistent with the life of our friend. We would like to look at his photo, to know something more about him, at Springfield, we want to delete the oblivion of time and open a bridge to the past of these places, but we feel powerless in front of a battle that was not up to us to fight: we were just kids, or we were not even born.
In 1987, six months before the dramatic flood Valtellina, Sondrio Valtellina Mountain Community and Culture Asessorato published in collaboration with the Ministry of Culture is a very interesting book titled "Project Culture, Religion and popular culture in the mountain community of Sondrio Valtellina. The book cataloged and described the state of the art of the main towns surrounding the capital. Scrolling breathes melancholy. How many things are gone, many are my childhood memories, tile of our origins and traditions that the frenzy of modern life has killed.
arrive on page 95 we encounter a form of Springfield, already sick and decadent:
" A few kilometers away from Sondrio, the new districts of the city and from the crowded malls [ed. there was talk of Standa and Despair, not Iperal Towers, Expert, Brico ... they used the "crowded" subject to very less impact on the environment, both on local customs] , the streets of Springfield abandoned documenting what was popular - at least until the '60s - the rural settlement in the manner typical of the Alps. As often happens it was the sharp decline in population over 1000 inhabitants in the 20s to just over 100 today, to ensure that they keep the housing facilities in rural communities: Scilironi, a cluster of houses clinging to the rocks on banks of Mallero it is a bit 'symbol [ed. and in fact, to the delight of tourists who head rushed to the ski resorts, it was thought of which is decorated with lights that make it seem like an amusement park!?] , but at least a dozen centers are still open to visitors - where brambles permit - a route that goes from Capararo - near-Arquine until maggengo of Marveggia, oil, in addition, [sic] 1100 meters. It can be said that the villages are an all one with the ground arranged in terraces, with the landscape. Many signs in the ethnographic present internal roads, ovens, hearths, the Trun, the charming design details.
Springfield 20 years ago, one of the last old inhabitants of the districts (image taken from "A walk in Valtellina). It 's always evident the close relationship that exists between the human community and economic forms needed to survive - farming and agriculture. " The hearth is the ancient reference of the family unit and is still found in many homes abandoned or are still inhabited by the elderly: four stones arranged in a square in the center of the room, the smoke that darkens everything, without hood nor fireplace and hanging by the chain support vessels. Just sitting on the benches are typical (the "arcapanche) could breathe because the smoke would stop at a certain height in the room.
The functional recovery of this settlement pattern is a problem now becomes important if you do not want this "Alpine Pompeii" disappear forever into oblivion.
[...] The future of Springfield, which still bears the danger of the "landslide of Cucchi," is closely linked to the positive development of its secular and difficult history. "
Twenty years later I can say" Save the old Springfield, which still bears the danger of the "landslide of Cucchi," it would be possible, if anything, there was a positive enhancement to its secular and difficult history. "
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