I love when mysteries start to unravel, taking you to the most unlikely places. My mystery started with a book I bought a few years ago: Peeps at Many Lands: England by John Finnemore and Wales by E. M. Wilmot- Buxton published in 1921 by The MacMillan Company in New York. It is a travel book with sixteen full-page color illustrations of scenes in England and Wales.
It is was one of many old books, portraits and postcards I collected in my travels. Over the years and countries, the book has moved from table to table, bookshelf to bookshelf...as a reminder of our expat life in England.
I recently opened it as I moved it into the Gathering Room at Tahilla Farm and a moment later a fragile piece of paper and a pressed leaf floated out of it. Being one for mysteries and surprises, I can't believe I missed it all these years.
It did not take long to surmise that each of the pressings came from the graves of John Keats (1795-1821); Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822); Constance Fenimore Woolson (1840-1894) and August von Goethe (1789-1830) son of Johann Wolfgang Goethe.
I would have assumed that the traveler who took the time and dedication to press these cuttings, note them and place them in a travel book on England and Wales had done so in while visiting either place...but not so.
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The top left corner of the pressed paper (below) indicates Rome which led me to Cimitero Acattolico (The Non-Catholic Cemetery for Foreigners) in Testassio, Rome. It is also widely known as the Protestant Cemetery and is one of the oldest burial grounds in continuous use in Europe, starting in 1716 with a dedicated 300 year celebration in 2016. It is located near Porta San Paolo and next to the Pyramid of Caius Cestius, built between 18 and 12BC. The graves sit within in a grassy meadow between Mediterranean cypress, pomegranate and other trees.
If you read the list of notable graves on the cemetery website, you will be surprised by the number of scholars, artists, writers, diplomats, painters, historians, sculptors, scientists, archaeologists...all of international eminence. It is a fascinating read, from beginning to end HERE. If you plan to travel to Rome and are intrigued...you can find details here. If you do, I would love to hear from you!
And that leaves me with this lovely pressed sheet. As to who pressed it and when and why....will always be a mystery. It looks like it was a library book at one point that was sold on. Part of me wants to gently frame the sheet as another mystery explored and written about on Collage of Life...adding it to An Orchid, Winslow Homer and Intrigue and Between the pages...little surprises and fruity Americanisms.
Part of me wants to tuck it back into the book for safekeeping...what would you do?
“Reading does not occupy me enough: the only relief I find
springs from the composition of poetry, which necessitates
contemplations that lift me above the stormy mist of sensations
which are my habitual place of abode. I have lately been composing
a poem on Keats; it is better than anything I have yet written
and worthy both of him and of me.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
~~~
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”
John Keats
~~~
"Warm-heartedness generally begins at home,
and those who are warm to others
are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow."
Constance Fenimore Woolson
(American born in New Hampshire)
~~~
Illustration by Frederick Whitehead (1853-1938)
Warwickshire: Ann Hathaway's Cottage,
Shottery, Near Stratford-on-Avon
This post stirred up memories from our
visit to Ann Hathaway's Cottage.
Family time, reading sonnets in the Willow Arbour
and amidst the tulips
And there you have it...an expat memory that has come
full circle in the most extraordinary way.
What would you do with the pressed sheet of paper?
Return it to the book or frame it in glass?
Also...
don't you think we need a willow
arbour at Tahilla Farm?
;)
Now..to find an abundance of willow
and maybe a plane ticket to Rome
to visit Cimitero Acattolico.
Best wishes to all!
Jeanne xx
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