From my old blog ...
- Mari Come on Sora! Fateve ago 'is pictures! - Gigetto begging, chasing the old throughout the yard.
It was very hot in August of 1968. In
world war raged in Vietnam, Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated, Czechoslovakia was the end of the "Prague Spring" in Mexico City forty thousand people take to the streets to shout anti-repression. A
Serrapetrona Sagripanti Louis could not take a picture of Maria Palma, the oldest woman in the country.
The problem was that she would not hear and with the basket of eggs under his arm, he went on his way to avoid cats, chickens and photographer with the same grace of a dancer.
Go-leading disgrace! - Yelled chess with his hand.
From the stable came a peasant, the air hot and the red face:
-Gigetto! Let's' grandmother, that if we make the omelet falls!
Gigetto was the photographer of the country and over the years had collected the portraits of all the patriarchs of the village because he wanted to testify ancestors for future generations and also was convinced that there were ever-more-faces so photographically speaking.
The sun, fatigue, war, the hardships and the campaign had dug pits and stories written on the faces of those people without words that tells the story of a world, a world destined to disappear. Now the only thing missing was Maria Palma to finish the work but had to hurry up and take that picture because ninety years played every day can be a good one, God forbid.
Gigetto suspected the true motif upstream of its stubborn refusal and had an idea. Vespino jumped on her and drove off at speed.
-grandmother, is returning Gigetto! - Said the farmer, after half an hour.
-E also has brought with him the priest-Mari groaned seeing a black skirt that fluttered from the back seat.
Sora-Mari-he began the priest, taking her hand to prevent her from leaving, because they do not want to allow this fine young man who feared God to do his job? I have told many times: photography steals the soul there, make no mistake. I will assure you in person! Your spirit will not remain piece of paper, but when the time will go to Heaven!
It took half the afternoon to convince Maria Palma but after explanations, encouragement, oaths and solemn exhortations finally decided.
Don Mimmo had to bless the camera with holy water and Gigetto put around his neck a rosary that had belonged to the poor mother of Mari.
Then the old woman, finally convinced, he said he went home because her hair - you know, she is a woman and would not look bad in his unique photos.
came out after half an hour: her hair was collected by three senior white bone combs carved from the knot started a wonderful shawl of black lace that lies on the shoulders. He wore a white silk shirt with an embroidered bodice, a long skirt with a train and in his hands he held a small cloth pillow, the only remaining piece of her trousseau.
was beautiful.
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