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Showing posts with label Pedavena. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 5, 2020
Friday, May 1, 2020
Info Dolomiti
I was recently researching the history of towns in the Dolomites, where my paternal grandfather's family was from. Most sites were in Italian, but this one is in English, has interactive maps, and things to do in the area of my first heritage quest.
Via Claudia Augusta Altinate
The ancient Roman road that led from the Adriatic Sea (Altino) to the Danube river, relives, after 2000 years of history, a new, fresh season. Conceived in 15 B.C. By the Roman general Druso Maggiore, adopted son of the Emperor Augustus, the route was designed to open a passage through the Alps during the military campaigns in Austria. The huge project was completed only 60 years later by Drusus's son, the Emperor Claudius (41-54 A.D.).
The Via Claudia Augusta can be considered as a bridge between different cultures, environments and emotions: it is a symbolic itinerary that crosses three countries (Germany, Austria and Italy) featuring an enormous variety of landscapes and traditions, art treasures and culinary specialities.
In the Belluno area, the route first crosses the Feltre, starting from Castel Tesino (province of Trentino) passing the towns of Lamon, Sovramonte, Pedavena and reaching the center of Feltre. Then the road climbs up to Cesiomaggiore, where in Villa Centenere is exhibited one of the two milestones of the Way, and then leadsn you to Busche. After crossing the Piave river, the itinerary continues through the towns of Lentiai and Mel, featuring its imposing Zumelle Castle, and arrives up to the Praderadego mountain pass which separates the province of Belluno from Treviso.
Worth a visit:
Via Claudia Augusta Altinate
The ancient Roman road that led from the Adriatic Sea (Altino) to the Danube river, relives, after 2000 years of history, a new, fresh season. Conceived in 15 B.C. By the Roman general Druso Maggiore, adopted son of the Emperor Augustus, the route was designed to open a passage through the Alps during the military campaigns in Austria. The huge project was completed only 60 years later by Drusus's son, the Emperor Claudius (41-54 A.D.).
The Via Claudia Augusta can be considered as a bridge between different cultures, environments and emotions: it is a symbolic itinerary that crosses three countries (Germany, Austria and Italy) featuring an enormous variety of landscapes and traditions, art treasures and culinary specialities.
In the Belluno area, the route first crosses the Feltre, starting from Castel Tesino (province of Trentino) passing the towns of Lamon, Sovramonte, Pedavena and reaching the center of Feltre. Then the road climbs up to Cesiomaggiore, where in Villa Centenere is exhibited one of the two milestones of the Way, and then leadsn you to Busche. After crossing the Piave river, the itinerary continues through the towns of Lentiai and Mel, featuring its imposing Zumelle Castle, and arrives up to the Praderadego mountain pass which separates the province of Belluno from Treviso.
Worth a visit:
- Lamon, Sovramonte and Pedavena;
- Feltre and surroundings: the Cathedral with the archaeological area underneath the church yard, the old town with Piazza Maggiore square and Alboino's Castle, the Civic Museum and the “Carlo Rizzarda” Modern Art Gallery, the Diocesan Museum of Sacred Art, the Sanctuary of the Saints Vittore and Corona in Anzù;
- Cesiomaggiore: Villa Tauro alle Centenere where are on display the two milestones that marked the Way, the “Toni Bevilacqua” Historic Bicycle Museum , the Ethnographical Museum of the Province of Belluno and of the Dolomiti Bellunesi National Park;
- Lentiai: Church of Santa Maria Assunta;
- Mel: Piazza Papa Luciani square and the Zumelle Castle.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Pedavena
This morning I got out of bed around 8 a.m. and caught the bus down to Pedavena. I walked straight to the city hall, but it didn’t open until 10 a.m. So, I walked to a café and had a hot chocolate.
There were several old men, and I thought I might ask any of them if they knew of my great-great grandfather, Antonio De Bacco.
While time passed ever so slowly waiting for the city hall to open, I decided to ask the servers at the café where the De Bacco grocer was. They said it was just around the corner. I walked over and saw the sign.
I went inside and milled around for a bit, looking at all the workers, trying to see if any of them looked like we could be related. After the crowd died down the main shopkeeper asked if she could help me. I asked if she was Ms. De Bacco. She said yes. I asked again, just to make sure. I told her my great grandmother’s maiden name was De Bacco and that her father was from Pedavena. I showed her my family tree and she said it was very impressive and must have been hard to put together.
She told me that she didn’t know anything about this De Bacco branch but to come with her and we’d ask her mother.
We walked next door and she rang the doorbell. A woman appeared in the upstairs window and the shopkeeper explained what I wanted. She said she was getting dressed and would be down in 10 minutes. The shopkeeper took me back to the store to wait.
While I waited, I bought some De Bacco bread. I figure it was from the De Bacco bakery. I also wanted to give some business to my paisans.
It was some of the best bread I've had in Italy.
Eventually, Mrs. De Bacco came to get me. She took me to her house and talked and talked. I’m not totally sure what she was saying, so eventually I told her I didn’t really speak Italian.
I’m pretty sure what she said was that she didn’t know any Antonio De Bacco and she didn’t remember her husband’s grandparents’ names. She told me another place to go and explore, near the brewery, maybe by the alpine club, but I didn’t fully understand. I just kept thanking her and left.
I still had some time before the city hall opened, so I walked to the church. Out front there was a statue to all the emigrants. There must have been so many of them from Belluno since all the places my ancestors came from have one.
As I was taking that photo, I heard organ music coming from inside the church. I walked up to the door and tried to open it, but I couldn’t. I walked around to the side door and couldn’t get that to open either. There was no one outside, and I didn’t hear any people inside, so I figured there wasn’t a service and kept walking.
I found the historic Villa Pasole, which may have been what Mrs. De Bacco was trying to tell me about. The signs said private property, so I didn't think there was a public museum and I left.
I walked back by the grocery store and went in to thank the younger Ms. De Bacco and tell her I was going to the city hall. She wished me luck – what a nice lady.
When I got to the city hall, the door was still locked. I sat on the steps and waited for the church bells to strike 10. Once they did, I rang the doorbell. At that very moment, a man opened the door.
I told him I was looking for historical documents; he told me to follow him.
He went into an office and I pulled out my De Bacco family tree. I asked if he spoke English or French and he said a little. I kept trying with my Italian. I asked if he had a birth certificate for Antonio, born in 1869. He typed on his computer. I looked around the office and anthologies of births, deaths, and marriages. Some of the records were from the 1800s. I was pretty excited. I wondered if the office in Servo would have the same kinds of documents on Zorzoi.
After a while the clerk said something about 1871. I asked if he had found an Antonio De Bacco born in Pedavena in 1871. He said no. He walked to another part of the office and brought a book back with him. The spine said 1871-. Turns out, they only started keeping records of births in 1871, two years after my great-great grandfather was born. He said I’d have to go to the parochial house to get the birth certificate. I asked where that was and he got out a map.
Somehow, he started looking for a record my great-great grandparents’ marriage. He found it in another book. Antionio De Bacco married Angela De Pian (from Pedavena, not Feltre) January 31, 188888. I couldn’t believe he had found them, and so fast! He typed out a certificate and printed it for me and stamped it for good measure. I asked if I could see the actual log with all the script. He put it up on the counter but said I wasn’t allowed to photograph it.
I asked if we could tell the newlyweds’ parents’ names from the log and he showed me their names. Fioravante and Polet Teresa were the parents of Antonio; Vittore and Bertelle Margherita were the parents of Angela.
I asked if we could look for Angela’s birth certificate, since she was born in 1877, after records started being kept by the city. He found nothing for De Pian. He figured she had been born in Feltre and that her record was there and that the marriage certificate was wrong. I asked if he could look up Dal Pian instead of De Pian. He found her. Angela was born a Dal Pian and married a De Pian. He took back the marriage license and said he would change it to Dal and send me the correct version. I gave him all my contact information and clarified everything with him in French. I’m expecting her birth certificate and their marriage certificate; I hope he doesn’t let me down.
After that very fruitful half hour, I walked back to the church. The clerk told me the parochial records would be in the priest’s house, just behind the church. I didn’t see a house and I knocked on whatever shed was there – no answer. There was a man nearby and I asked if he knew where I could find the parish. He said no, but to see if anyone was inside the church. One of the doors was open by then, so I walked into the sanctuary.
There was no one around, and no way to get to the back office. I looked up at the ceiling above the altar and said a little prayer. I am so thankful to have had such a wonderful journey, to have met so many encouraging people, to have seen such spectacular scenery – to have the amazing opportunity to really get in touch with my roots.
I sat down in a pew and pulled out a calling card. I wrote in very crude Italian that I was looking for Antonio’s birth certificate and would appreciate any help.
I left the card, with my Skype username and mailing address in Texas, near the altar, so we’ll see if I get anything.
I took the 11:03 a.m. bus back up to Pren very satisfied with my morning.
When I got back to the hippy hotel, Fosca told me what’s his name De Bacco had called her back and said if Antonio had a brother named Angelo, we could very well be cousins. I told her about my find and asked if she could ask if he knew Angelo’s parents’ names, then we could know for sure if Antonio and Angelo were brothers. The kid said he’d call his dad and let us know.
I left before I got an answer, but I’m sure Fosca will email me if it’s something positive.
There were several old men, and I thought I might ask any of them if they knew of my great-great grandfather, Antonio De Bacco.
While time passed ever so slowly waiting for the city hall to open, I decided to ask the servers at the café where the De Bacco grocer was. They said it was just around the corner. I walked over and saw the sign.
I went inside and milled around for a bit, looking at all the workers, trying to see if any of them looked like we could be related. After the crowd died down the main shopkeeper asked if she could help me. I asked if she was Ms. De Bacco. She said yes. I asked again, just to make sure. I told her my great grandmother’s maiden name was De Bacco and that her father was from Pedavena. I showed her my family tree and she said it was very impressive and must have been hard to put together.
She told me that she didn’t know anything about this De Bacco branch but to come with her and we’d ask her mother.
We walked next door and she rang the doorbell. A woman appeared in the upstairs window and the shopkeeper explained what I wanted. She said she was getting dressed and would be down in 10 minutes. The shopkeeper took me back to the store to wait.
While I waited, I bought some De Bacco bread. I figure it was from the De Bacco bakery. I also wanted to give some business to my paisans.
It was some of the best bread I've had in Italy.
Eventually, Mrs. De Bacco came to get me. She took me to her house and talked and talked. I’m not totally sure what she was saying, so eventually I told her I didn’t really speak Italian.
I’m pretty sure what she said was that she didn’t know any Antonio De Bacco and she didn’t remember her husband’s grandparents’ names. She told me another place to go and explore, near the brewery, maybe by the alpine club, but I didn’t fully understand. I just kept thanking her and left.
I still had some time before the city hall opened, so I walked to the church. Out front there was a statue to all the emigrants. There must have been so many of them from Belluno since all the places my ancestors came from have one.
As I was taking that photo, I heard organ music coming from inside the church. I walked up to the door and tried to open it, but I couldn’t. I walked around to the side door and couldn’t get that to open either. There was no one outside, and I didn’t hear any people inside, so I figured there wasn’t a service and kept walking.
I found the historic Villa Pasole, which may have been what Mrs. De Bacco was trying to tell me about. The signs said private property, so I didn't think there was a public museum and I left.
When I got to the city hall, the door was still locked. I sat on the steps and waited for the church bells to strike 10. Once they did, I rang the doorbell. At that very moment, a man opened the door.
I told him I was looking for historical documents; he told me to follow him.
He went into an office and I pulled out my De Bacco family tree. I asked if he spoke English or French and he said a little. I kept trying with my Italian. I asked if he had a birth certificate for Antonio, born in 1869. He typed on his computer. I looked around the office and anthologies of births, deaths, and marriages. Some of the records were from the 1800s. I was pretty excited. I wondered if the office in Servo would have the same kinds of documents on Zorzoi.
After a while the clerk said something about 1871. I asked if he had found an Antonio De Bacco born in Pedavena in 1871. He said no. He walked to another part of the office and brought a book back with him. The spine said 1871-. Turns out, they only started keeping records of births in 1871, two years after my great-great grandfather was born. He said I’d have to go to the parochial house to get the birth certificate. I asked where that was and he got out a map.
Somehow, he started looking for a record my great-great grandparents’ marriage. He found it in another book. Antionio De Bacco married Angela De Pian (from Pedavena, not Feltre) January 31, 188888. I couldn’t believe he had found them, and so fast! He typed out a certificate and printed it for me and stamped it for good measure. I asked if I could see the actual log with all the script. He put it up on the counter but said I wasn’t allowed to photograph it.
I asked if we could tell the newlyweds’ parents’ names from the log and he showed me their names. Fioravante and Polet Teresa were the parents of Antonio; Vittore and Bertelle Margherita were the parents of Angela.
I asked if we could look for Angela’s birth certificate, since she was born in 1877, after records started being kept by the city. He found nothing for De Pian. He figured she had been born in Feltre and that her record was there and that the marriage certificate was wrong. I asked if he could look up Dal Pian instead of De Pian. He found her. Angela was born a Dal Pian and married a De Pian. He took back the marriage license and said he would change it to Dal and send me the correct version. I gave him all my contact information and clarified everything with him in French. I’m expecting her birth certificate and their marriage certificate; I hope he doesn’t let me down.
After that very fruitful half hour, I walked back to the church. The clerk told me the parochial records would be in the priest’s house, just behind the church. I didn’t see a house and I knocked on whatever shed was there – no answer. There was a man nearby and I asked if he knew where I could find the parish. He said no, but to see if anyone was inside the church. One of the doors was open by then, so I walked into the sanctuary.
There was no one around, and no way to get to the back office. I looked up at the ceiling above the altar and said a little prayer. I am so thankful to have had such a wonderful journey, to have met so many encouraging people, to have seen such spectacular scenery – to have the amazing opportunity to really get in touch with my roots.
I sat down in a pew and pulled out a calling card. I wrote in very crude Italian that I was looking for Antonio’s birth certificate and would appreciate any help.
I left the card, with my Skype username and mailing address in Texas, near the altar, so we’ll see if I get anything.
I took the 11:03 a.m. bus back up to Pren very satisfied with my morning.
When I got back to the hippy hotel, Fosca told me what’s his name De Bacco had called her back and said if Antonio had a brother named Angelo, we could very well be cousins. I told her about my find and asked if she could ask if he knew Angelo’s parents’ names, then we could know for sure if Antonio and Angelo were brothers. The kid said he’d call his dad and let us know.
I left before I got an answer, but I’m sure Fosca will email me if it’s something positive.
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