|Our last anti-war protest in Portland, Oregon (when Bush got the brilliant idea to invade Iraq)|
Last Sunday afternoon, after getting my “fix” of American political news from CNN, I heard loud music outside. Walking upstairs to the piazza, I found a lot of people mingling, dancing to music and many in costume. Upon inquiry, I learned that the Carnevale celebration from the previous Sunday had been postponed because of the cold, wet, snowy weather and ecco – here it was.
Carnevale in Italy can be a pretty big deal in places like Venice, but little towns like ours jump in a little also. This link to the Life in Italy website explains things on the larger scale.
At our little celebration there were three floats (carri di Carnevale). There was a decidedly North American flavor to them. We related to the cowboy and Indian float, complete with teepee, also the anti-war float complete with “flower children” from our 1960’s youth when we rallied against the Viet Nam war. These folks are just dressing-up for carnevale and maybe not trying to make statements nor worried about historical accuracy, but they were enjoyable and not that far off the mark--at least for the hippies. We don't have an historic photographic record, thankfully, of those years--people didn't record every moment of life back then, but if memory serves, the only really inaccurate image is the green hair--crazy curls, yes, green, not that much. But green is fun and I'm sure we would have tried that shade if it had been readily available.
Di and Guido, at middle age, developed a real anti-war emotion again in 2003 when we participated in a rally in Portland, Oregon. We hope these young Calabrese might think seriously about opposing war because something is bound to happen again in their lifetimes and maybe Italy, at least, can manage to stay out of it.
This little street party was paid for (the hired music man and sound system) by volunteers, not the town. We are learning more about such things and have joined the “Pro Loco” group that helps promote the village and tourism. With larger events, the Pro Loco group gets donations from banks, businesses, etc. One thing I am not used to is many of the public events here are not publicised anywhere we've seen--just word-of-mouth spoken in dialect!!
This is fun because we lived next-door to an Indian reservation in America and had friends there. Blue feathers notwithstanding, our young Italian friend makes a good Indian, but I didn’t catch him with the cigar in his mouth!
Note the numbers on Martina and her friends above – the kids had a little competition for costumes.