Tag: Thursday’s Special

Holy Five

TS 15 all five

Excuse the pun in the title – this is for Thursday Special: Pick a Word and I tried to get a photo which satisfies all 5 in one go AND it is a photo from Holy Island (Lindisfarne) off the coast of Northumberland.

Setting – well the hue of the photo suggests it was close to sunset.

Nubilous – slightly fuzzy, not very clear, it definitely is, due to zooming in so close, and the lateness of the day.

Motley – very much a motley collection of boats on an untidy looking beach at low tide.

Growth – maybe a slight stretch but the ruins of the old priory look to me as if they were growing out of the soil.

Nautical – no comment needed.

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Vellibia Ertola

 

TS 13 traces

Traces of the past are everywhere around us – whether they are from millions or billions of years ago or from last week.

Some of these traces are stored in museums, artefacts of times gone by.  Few have touched me as much as this tombstone of a little girl called Vellibia Ertola (which we saw in “Chesters Roman Fort and Museum”, built on the site of Cilurnum, a Roman fort that was part of Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland).  On her tombstone she is depicted holding a ball, and the inscription below reads: “she lived most happily for four years and sixty days”.

Ancient civilisations are usually depicted as cultures of adults. When children are mentioned at all it is mostly in their capacity as offspring, descendants, heirs.  But here we see love shining through the grief that built an expensive tomb, a love that is so tangible because it shows an actual four-year-old with a toy and whose happy life is remembered, every single day of it.

For me, this created a unique connection with these parents of almost 2000 years ago which I never felt for any Roman soldier, politician, merchant, slave, even poet.

 

Überall um uns sehen wir Spuren vergangener Zeiten – manche Millionen oder gar Milliarden Jahre alt, manche von letzter Woche.

Manche dieser Spuren werden in Museen aufbewahrt, Gegenstände aus vergangenen Zeiten.  Selten hat mich etwas mehr berührt als dieser Grabstein eines kleinen Mädchens namens Villibia Ertola (in “Chesters Roman Fort and Museum”, erbaut an der Stätte des römischen Kastells Cilurnum am Hadrianswall in Northumberland).  Auf ihrem Grabstein sieht man das Bild eines kleinen Mädchens mit einem Ball in der Hand und die Inschrift darunter lautet: „sie lebte höchst glücklich vier Jahre und sechzig Tage lang“.

Alte Zivilisationen werden normalerweise als Kulturen von Erwachsenen dargestellt.  Wenn Kinder überhaupt erwähnt werden, so hauptsächlich in ihrer Eigenschaft als Abkömmlinge, Nachfahren, Erben.  Aber hier scheint Liebe durch die Trauer, die ein teures Grabmal baute, eine Liebe, die so greifbar ist, weil sie ein richtiges vierjähriges Kind mit einem Spielzeug zeigt, an dessen glückliches Leben erinnert wird, an jeden einzelnen Tag davon.

Für mich erzeugt dies eine einzigartige Verbindung mit diesen Eltern von vor fast 2000 Jahren, die ich nie für einen römischen Soldaten, Politiker, Händler, Sklave, selbst Dichter gefühlt habe.

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Pick a word, any word, actually pick five

TS 07 branched
branching

 

TS 07 vigilante
vigilant

 

Queen Victoria
pomp

 

TS 07 hooked
hooked

 

TS 07 continual
continual

 

Although Paula’s Thursday Special “pick a word” allows participants to pick only one word out of the five suggestions, half the fun is trying to find a photo for all five – and if there is something connecting them, all the better.

All my photos are from our British holiday a while back.

Branching: a directional sign at the canal in Birmingham.

Vigilant: a part of a monument on Sunderland’s sculpture trail about a father who every morning scours the sea for his missing son.

Pomp: A statue of Queen Victoria on Victoria Place in Birmingham.

Hooked: A seagull hooked by a fishing line around its legs.

Continual: Shakespeare’s coat of arms, as displayed on the house in Stratford-upon-Avon believed to be his birthplace.  Not a kind of quill (without the feather) as I always thought but  a spear as a pun on his name.

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