Point Of View … (“Rust Belt”)

      A Dover Wright 1a

Where someone is “coming from” is important with anything, and as a rule little of that is ever known.  It’s possible estimations of a few things can be established, but little can be sure.  Wherever someone is “coming from” is his/her “point of view,” of course.  It seems reasonable to recall that one point of view here is being in the “Rust Belt.” 

There are four American towns and two European ones listed that are “filing” places.  The two European towns are just ancestry and not too pertinent.  Those four American ones, however, are a life and are highly pertinent to everything published.  They’re in three states, all essentially “Rust Belt” and “old first territory.”  None are huge or tiny. 

The biggest town is Cincinnati, Ohio, and more or less the big regional center.  Only if the entire region is counted would it be something like two million people.  The city’s not near so populous.  The current location’s Covington, a few blocks away in Kentucky.  Dayton, Ohio, is city “long-lived.”  Terre Haute, Indiana, is city of long visiting. 

All four towns have a few things in common, e.g., all four can be considered “river towns.”  There is no seacoast and little navy.  Nautical terminology’s a foreign language at this desk even though the rivers are used for some boating purposes.  Some things are very different amid them.  And, this has been written for those interested in viewpoint.

Circumstances help make people what they are.Airplane 

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Christian Heritage – 2 (Small Village – 13)

Roman Catholic Church of the 18th century

The notes say 18th century.  (There’s another in back.)

So, (continuing with thoughts from last week) a grappling  with a way to convey a way of life to the people resulted in a form of communication, and both of those have lasted through an assortment of history to today.  It is a small village in a small country, so narrow in some places that one might drive from one side to the other in a couple of hours it has been said.  (Even the biggest town according to the population statistics for the country is less than half of a million people.)  But, a place of worship there is like many in ordinary places in the United States.   

Another (previously shown) view: 

village Square

Some things withstand a lot.Note   

 

Christian Heritage – 1 (Small Village – 12)

Much of humanity has a Christian heritage, in some places of course more so than in others.  Anyone regularly given Roman Catholic Sunday reading regularly heard/hears names two of which are St. Cyril and St. Methodius.  Methodius, especially, is a rather memorable name, but why those two and others were/are in at all might never be defined.  It seems it’s just a case of they were to be recalled all of the time.  While digging around in the matters about that small village in a strange land, among the things learned was (perhaps) the why of at least those two names.

The information available isn’t that great (it was over a thousand years ago that they were active). And, making it even more remote, the places discussed may be familiar to some people descended from those places, but sure not all who have heard the mysterious names.  Reportedly, Cyril’s actual name was Constantine.  (That does makes sense in a way.)  He renamed himself Cyril before he died.  It’s the “Cyril” that is actually written in history (and life) as the Cyrillic alphabet.  The two were brothers out to take the Christian message to the Slavs in their own language. 

A lot of people use Cyrillic be they Christian or not, so that alone makes them known.  While they didn’t start out in the “strange land” per se, they were generally in that area eventually.  One can figure Christianity was carried there more than a thousand years ago in a language of the people and not any current governance, which has included different nations.  Christianity is fundamental, although at times it may have been rather underground.  Today it’s above ground and even small villages have their Christian churches with spires reaching into the skies.

Some things tend to be long-standing.Clock

 

The Gypsy Hut … A Small Village In A Strange Land — Part 10

Gypsies have a bad reputation.  Whether it is deserved or not is beside the point here as this isn’t about Gypsies, the people.  Recently, there was reason to come up with a clever or intriguing name for a little space to go with a moniker.  While it isn’t exactly accurate, what popped in mind immediately was “The Gypsy Hut” with such a profound force that it wasn’t possible to shake it for days.  Days later there was even a notion to make up a sign that said that to be hung on the apartment door.  A few other ideas also flitted through the thoughts. 

A great uncle and/or his son (exactly who began it is not known) once opened a family bar and grill in the midst of an area housing many Eastern European people.  Such folks have experienced notions of gypsies, mostly as people out of the realm of ordinary life, which may be the basis for calling the place “The Gypsy Hut.”  It was another branch of the family in another area of town. There was not much contact but, nonetheless, they were kinfolk.  Exactly who may have come from “the little village” is unknown, but a connection exists, so the reference. 

Great uncle, cousin and second cousin are gone now, maybe even the building is gone.  The place did exist, complete with little ethnic costumes.  Some people still recall it sometimes.  Why that came to mind (and stayed) when other more “respectable” names simply never surfaced (there are many likely possibilities that simply didn’t formulate to something concise) doesn’t make a lot of sense.  Maybe it is getting too hard to think, which is common among older people.  That cubby hole is now officially The Gypsy Hut, and maybe it’s time to go into ancestry again. 

Some things take expert explanation.Coffee cup

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 9

A nice lady sent the village pictures.  Two more here at a distance showing it is really a small place:

view of the village from the highway 

The above is from the highway according to notes.

view of the village from the roof 

The notes for this one say the picture taking was from the roof of something, but there is nothing to say what.  That the village is sort of all together at a distance suggests a wild guess at it being the roof of the castle.  The fact that it also looks like the roof is in need of repairs can likewise suggest that it’s the roof of the castle.  It’s a view then of the world at hand from the perspective of the owners or at least residents of the castle.  The thought’s interesting (and a possibility) and maybe worth a climb up to the roof.

Things that look the same may be very different.Camera 

 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 8

Monument to the fallen in the first world War I

The identifying description (cutline) for the above which came from some unknown source says it’s a monument to the fallen in the first world war. The white emblem displayed is also the national symbol (on the national flag).  That would be the equivalent to signs of Irishness one sees on St. Patrick’s day.  It (along with the wolf’s paw) can be claimed by yours truly, although perhaps not so much.  It is heartening to know even a small village will find some means to remember those who have defended the land. It is not known at this desk how many there were.     

“What might have been” is always a waste of time, but any such speculation can lead to interesting conclusions amid other things.  In this particular ancestry hunt, Once the two villages from which the elders migrated were actually located on a map, it was almost immediately noticed those two villages were fairly close together.  If the families had stayed, it’s not beyond the realm of good possibility that parents would have met, married and created the same final offspring (yours truly).  Based on the events as is known, the upbringing, etc., would have been there. 

What might have been may be utterly different.Camera 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 7

Back in the past offerings here, there were some postings about “grandmother’s house.”  That particular house was a place in southwestern Indiana (and plenty was left unsaid there as of yet, but that’s another matter).  It seems it was in that house (on the other side of the family) where there was once a mention of a “something” in this village of the grandparents.  The thought that stayed in mind was something like a fort, but the language spoken wasn’t too well known.  It seems it was briefly verified the village of the “other side” grandparents was indeed a certain one that had a reputation for something. 

The Indiana grandmother came from what was something like the next state over.  She was there in the horse age, and people did surely get around some and knew about things a little distance away but it could not be a familiarity as one might know in present times.  Given the idea to study the matter, there was a notion to look for something that was somehow notable (crumbling castle was not what was in mind) partly because of the fleeting incident.  Back then there was little idea to look into it for several reasons that made sense, such as Communist occupation (forget it, as it’s all different anyway). 

Well, it became fashionable to look at that other world a few years ago.  And after a hundred years it would almost have to be radically different among the lesser humans of this life.  In this case it seems it’s all different.  To make things more complicated, facts about the Indiana set were better known.  Therefore, it only made sense to hunt for some information in the lesser known.  In that lesser known was first of all an unexpected country with unknown language rather than the one inherited.  It is definitely a small village in a strange land.  And “important” won’t ever describe what’s essentially a ruin. 

Hunting can lead to the unexpected.Work