Yesterday after two half days of fiddling with my new wireless printer, I finally managed to make the laptop, iPad, iPhone and printer talk to each other. Given the state of my physical health at the moment as I suffer with the head-cold from hell, this was a real win. David says the new printer-scanner produces “photos better than the originals.” Hooray!! I love it when technology works.
Below is a photo I scanned on the new printer and transmitted to my other equipment.
My dad or mom took the photo which shows me in 1944, probably around Easter, on one of the two occasions when I was in a dress. (Among her mom’s photos, my cousin Sue found some photos my Dad sent home to Wisconsin during the War … Aunt Rita is now living in a retirement home).
Dad writes on the back that the dress is red-white-blue, the sweater is blue, the bonnet is yellow, and the grass is green. At that time, we were still living in East Texas, where my sister and I were born.
In 1944, Dad began working for the Department of Agriculture, so we had enough money for new clothes and camera film. All three of Mom’s brothers and her brother-in-law were with the US Army in Europe. Dad’s several brothers-in-law to be were also overseas with the Army, and Aunt Marge was a WAC. A plethora of red-white-blue clothing could be found in the shops.
A few years later, Dad tried using color film, but those photos have not lasted as well as the old black and white photos.
Yesterday afternoon, I finally got back to reading Saving Italy, by Robert Edsel. Like many book titles and jacket descriptions, those accompanying this book are a bit misleading. I discovered that in the course of WWII many Allies as well as Nazis tried to save Italy’s art. Sometimes, as in the case of Rome and Siena, they were successful, sometimes, as in the case of Florence, they failed. Apparently, Hitler dreamed of returning to Italy after the war and buying a villa outside an Italian city, where he could live quietly and paint. He had a desire to protect the future he hoped to have in Italy and issued orders to that effect. Unfortunately, the failed assassination of Hitler occurred in 1944, just as the Allies reached Florence. The resulting chaos contributed to the destruction by the Nazis of the ancient bridge over the Arno, Ponte Santa Trinita. Miraculously, Ponte Vecchio, the bridge built in the fourteenth century was spared.
I won’t go into the detail here, but I recall in the grad history course European cities in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, we discussed the paintings of both Churchill and of Adolph Hitler. One of my classmates remarked that if the German Academy of Art had accepted Hitler, perhaps he would have not started WWII.