I've been searching through all of the posts in this forum that include the word Laspra as part of my family research.
As a result, I came upon this gem of a post and just had to bring it back to the forefront.
Aside from the fact that I just spent the last 5 minutes with tears streaming down my cheeks, I do want to say to all of you who participated - THANK YOU!
Why does it always seem like we're the only ones feeling a certain way? This is especially true when others ask me why I'm "bothering with all this research" when I could be doing so many other more "exciting" things according to them (like watching reality TV or some other ridiculous pass-time). I guess those people will never "get it".
I can't wait to visit Salinas and the other areas of Spain (Galicia, Aragon) where I'm just discovering various parts of my family was from. When I went before to Spain, it was just as an American tourist... this time it will be feeling as a Spaniard. And I'm extremely glad of it. I have a sense from this post that it will be a much richer experience for me. Although, judging from my reaction to this post, I will definitely have to pack a lot of Kleenex!
Born Donora PA, ancestors:S Martín de Laspra,Piedras Blanca
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Another thought....
Perhaps those of us who are called to this "quest" are simply people who are inherently introspective and strive to understand ourselves better. Maybe we feel that learning about our ancestors and who they were, where they lived etc will teach us something more about ourselves and why our own behavioral patterns and thoughts are the way they are.
Or maybe I'm the only one that feels that way?
Just an idea. Comments appreciated.
Perhaps those of us who are called to this "quest" are simply people who are inherently introspective and strive to understand ourselves better. Maybe we feel that learning about our ancestors and who they were, where they lived etc will teach us something more about ourselves and why our own behavioral patterns and thoughts are the way they are.
Or maybe I'm the only one that feels that way?
Just an idea. Comments appreciated.
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I agree with you. I can see a lot in my that came from my grandfathers, and it explains quite a bit about me. I like to be in charge of things and to take care of others. Many years as faculty union president, department chair and member of the University's board of trustees. Also, if I give my word, I keep it, no exceptions. I also tend to take care of my own problems, but I use a cold stare and good attorneys instead of fists or whips (see below), and I take care of friends and relatives. I took care of my brother Jim when he was dying in a Toronto hospital.
My maternal grandfather's (Slovak family) father was murdered for his pay when Grandpa was 11. He was to quit school and work in the coal mines of Pennsylvania as the sole breadwinner for his family. Very hard working and incredibly strong, kept a huge vegetable garden in beautiful shape, and was the last man to raise chickens within the city limits of Niagara Falls. A handy man with his fists too. No one ever messed with him.
Same with my paternal (Asturian) grandfather. He and my grandmother ran a boarding house in Spelter WV for a while. It catered mostly to younger - late teens) immigrants from Asturias, and he kept order with a bullwhip. A hard worker, he often worked :finish go home," having completed a full day's work in two hours, leaving the rest of the day free to have drink or two with his cronies and relax at home. He later moved his entire family to Niagara Falls, NY, where he dies at age 89. When he was in his mid eighties, someone crashed a car into his porch, destroying the steps. No call to the police from him. He was out in a flash with a razor sharp knife in his hand, ready to defend his home.
My Dad was a firefighter who sometimes rescued people from the rapids above Niagara Falls, and retrieved dead bodies from the rocks below.
My maternal grandfather's (Slovak family) father was murdered for his pay when Grandpa was 11. He was to quit school and work in the coal mines of Pennsylvania as the sole breadwinner for his family. Very hard working and incredibly strong, kept a huge vegetable garden in beautiful shape, and was the last man to raise chickens within the city limits of Niagara Falls. A handy man with his fists too. No one ever messed with him.
Same with my paternal (Asturian) grandfather. He and my grandmother ran a boarding house in Spelter WV for a while. It catered mostly to younger - late teens) immigrants from Asturias, and he kept order with a bullwhip. A hard worker, he often worked :finish go home," having completed a full day's work in two hours, leaving the rest of the day free to have drink or two with his cronies and relax at home. He later moved his entire family to Niagara Falls, NY, where he dies at age 89. When he was in his mid eighties, someone crashed a car into his porch, destroying the steps. No call to the police from him. He was out in a flash with a razor sharp knife in his hand, ready to defend his home.
My Dad was a firefighter who sometimes rescued people from the rapids above Niagara Falls, and retrieved dead bodies from the rocks below.
I'm wondering if that work ethic you describe is part of the Asturian culture. There are similar stories in my side of the family. Just having that "never give up" attitude and "we can do anything". It's very much been ingrained in my upbringing as well.
People I know call me fearless. I've never understood why - it's not like I'm putting my life at risk here (like your father etc), but I certainly never back down from a challenge in my work especially. So I've earned a reputation for being someone who can tackle any project. (This comes with the sometimes unfortunate result that I usually AM the one that is always given the most challenging assignments!) And do I ever say no? Of course not!
So the question is, are those traits of the Asturians, Gallegos or Aragonese? All questions I'll have to explore as I learn about these three regions of Spain and their culture.
I'll let you know if I come to any interesting conclusions! LOL
People I know call me fearless. I've never understood why - it's not like I'm putting my life at risk here (like your father etc), but I certainly never back down from a challenge in my work especially. So I've earned a reputation for being someone who can tackle any project. (This comes with the sometimes unfortunate result that I usually AM the one that is always given the most challenging assignments!) And do I ever say no? Of course not!
So the question is, are those traits of the Asturians, Gallegos or Aragonese? All questions I'll have to explore as I learn about these three regions of Spain and their culture.
I'll let you know if I come to any interesting conclusions! LOL
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My father had a playful side too. Te only time I ever saw him at a working fire, he was nearing 60, and the fire was at an abandoned three story school. His partner was on a ladder on the opposite side of the school building from him, and they both had high pressure fire hoses. Ignoring the fire (the building was already lost) they were trying to squirt each other off the ladders, three floors up in the air. He was still laughing about it when he came home. To quote Julian Bond, I would never have had the "testicular fortitude" to do anything like that.
I agree that introspection is needed if we're paying attention to the longing within. In my case, wanting to understand my grandparents was also a big source of this feeling different. When I decided to live in Spain in the 1980s, I told others that it was to get a sense for who my maternal grandparents were. Both were long gone and I never had met my grandmother and barely knew my grandfather. In that first stay in Spain, I imagined my grandparents as having been "Spanish."lizfll wrote:.... Perhaps those of us who are called to this "quest" are simply people who are inherently introspective and strive to understand ourselves better. Maybe we feel that learning about our ancestors and who they were, where they lived etc will teach us something more about ourselves and why our own behavioral patterns and thoughts are the way they are. ....
It wasn't until years later on another visit to Asturias in the 1990s that I understood that Spain has strong regional cultural differences and that my grandparents may have been more Asturian than Spanish in culture. That shift in my awareness was almost certainly a result of the revival in Asturias of interest in Asturian identity and traditional culture. In the Franco era, Asturian culture and Asturian language was viewed as inferior, something for only the supposedly stupid country bumpkins (hicks).
A few younger Asturians must have felt this same longing, too. Musical groups like Urogallos arose in the 1970s and Llan de Cubel and Nuberu in the 1980s. Their members researched and popularized folk tunes and instruments. Many of them also used the Asturian language in order to revalue it. With the ethnological research and teaching of young gaiteros like Xuacu Amieva and others, the gaita and traditional music rebounded. As a result of this resurgence, the gaita is now played by thousands of Asturians of all ages and genders, but more importantly, a much greater percentage of Asturian young people value their cultural heritage.
I may be a little off in recounting the timeline, but I do know that without those young people -- gaitero Xuan Fernández and his friends (including his gaita constructor, Carlos) -- teaching me about the culture, I would never have learned about Asturian culture, would never have come to appreciate its special attributes, and would never have understood anything of the environment that my grandparents grew up in. I am deeply indebted to many!
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Estoy de acuerdo en que la introspección es necesaria si estamos prestando atención a la nostalgia del interior. En mi caso, queriendo comprender mis abuelos era también una gran fuente de este sentimiento diferente. Cuando me decidí a vivir en España en la década de 1980, les dije a los demás que era para llegar a una idea de quiénes eran mis abuelos maternos. Ambos se habían muertos y nunca conocí a mi abuela y apenas conocí a mi abuelo. En esa primera estancia en España, me imaginé que mis abuelos habían sido "españoles".lizfll wrote: [trans. Art] .... Quizás aquellos de nosotros que estemos llamados a esta "misión" son simplemente personas que son inherentemente introspectivas y tratamos de entendernos mejor. Tal vez piensen que aprender de nuestros antepasados y quiénes eran, dónde vivían, etc. nos enseñará algo más sobre nosotros mismos y por qué nuestros propios patrones de comportamiento y los pensamientos son como son. ....
Me tardó muchos años, hasta los 1990s en otra visita a Asturias, entender que España mantiene culturas regionales muy distintas y que mis abuelos probablemente habían sido más asturianos que españoles en su cultura. Ese cambio en la conciencia mía fue seguramente el resultado de la reactivación en Asturias de interés en la identidad y la cultura tradicional asturiana. En la época de Franco, la cultura y la lengua asturiana asturiano fueran mal visto, como inferior, algo para los paletos (campesinos) supuestamente estúpidos.
Algunos pocos asturianos menores también deben haber sentido esta misma añoranza. Grupos musicales como Urogallos surgió en los años 70 y Llan de Cubel y Nuberu en la década de 1980. Sus miembros investigaron y popularizaron canciones e instrumentos folclóricos. Muchos de ellos también se utiliza la lengua asturiana con el fin de revalorizarla. Con la investigación etnológica y la enseñanza de gaiteros jóvenes, como Xuacu Amieva y otros, la música tradicional y la gaita renacieron. Como resultado de este resurgimiento, la gaita ahora se juega por miles de asturianos de todas edades y sexos pero, más importante aún, un porcentaje mucho más grande de jóvenes asturianos valoran su patrimonio cultural.
Tal vez falta algo en el recuento de la línea de tiempo, pero sé que sin esos jóvenes -- gaitero Xuan Fernández y sus amigos (¡y incluyendo a su constructor de gaitas, Carlos!) -- quienes me enseñaron sobre la cultura, yo nunca habría aprendido sobre la cultura asturiana, nunca habría llegado a apreciar sus atributos especiales, y nunca había entendido nada del medio ambiente en que mis abuelos se criaron. ¡Estoy profundamente en deuda con muchos!