[ITA] R.EM. MRS – Casa Rigoni Stern
L'obiettivo di questa serie di cache è quello di valorizzare la ruralità del territorio dell'Altopiano dei Sette Comuni attraverso alcuni passi selezionati della letteratura di Mario Rigoni Stern, superbo e indimenticato scrittore di Asiago.
Questa cache è dedicata alle case di Mario Rigoni Stern.
Nel racconto lo scrittore elenca le case più importanti della sua vita, omettendone alcune altre, come ad esempio quelle in piazza Carli o in val d’Orco. Descrivendole con dovizia di particolari Rigoni Stern ci fa conoscere nel dettaglio com’era la vita di una famiglia della media borghesia ad Asiago rispettivamente nell’800 e nella prima metà del ‘900, e rievoca la sua vita di bambino che nella perlustrazione di un sottotetto o di una cantina trovava gli elementi (dalle selle di cavallo a un fucile o un pezzo di aliante) per dare sfogo alla sua fantasia nei giochi.
Nella cache troverete la descrizione riferita ad una di queste case, con tanto di fotografia storica. Dopo esservi loggati vi invitiamo ad andare a vedere le case.
Per trovare le coordinate finali dovete risolvere la seguente equazione utilizzando gli anni che troverete in questa pagina: http://www.iluoghidirigonistern.it/itinerari/le-quattro-case/
Combinando le date “precise e intere” trovate nella pagina web indicata (http://www.iluoghidirigonistern.it/itinerari/le-quattro-case/) otterrete quattro cifre: A, B, C e D.
Le coordinate finali della cache sono: 45° 52.JKX'N 11° 30.YJZ'E
Le equazioni da risolvere sono:
J = B K = A+(D-B) X = B+C Y = C Z = A-B
Buona caccia!
Ricostruirono anche la casa più grande e moderna che nel 1910 il nonno volle a meno di cento metri dalla vecchia; ed è qui che sono nato. Una casa di mezzo tra l’antico e il nuovo. C’erano sì i secchi di rame ma anche l’acquaio con il rubinetto, sì i bronzi e le olle per il focolare ma anche le pentole per la cucina economica raccolte in una credenza in noce; e la luce elettrica, i cessi interni. La stuba, ora stua, aveva un forno in cotto, un canapè, una pendola, una tavola grande in noce massiccio, sedie con il fondo di paglia colorata e sedie “viennesi”, una credenza a vetri per i servizi da tavola, una oleografia che rappresentava Gesù seguito dagli apostoli che attraversavano un campo di frumento, fotografie di bisnonni, di parenti morti in guerra e di altri parenti emigrati negli Stati Uniti e in Australia.
Le mie quattro case
Mario Rigoni Stern
[ENG] R.EM. MRS – Casa Rigoni Stern
The goal of this R.EM. MRS series is to exploit the territory of the Altopiano dei Sette Comuni, a high plateau northwest of Vicenza, by using the literature of Mario Rigoni Stern, a superb unforgiven writer from Asiago.
In the cache you will find the description of one of the houses where Mario Rigoni Stern lived, with an historical photography. After you've logged in we invite you to go see the houses.
To find the final coordinates you need to solve the following equation using the years that you will find on this page: http://www.iluoghidirigonistern.it/itinerari/le-quattro-case/
Combining the “precise and complete” dates you can find in the web page given (http://www.iluoghidirigonistern.it/itinerari/le-quattro-case/) you will get four digits: A, B, C and D.
The final coordinates are: 45° 52.JKX'N 11° 30.YJZ'E
The equations to solve are:
J = B K = A+(D-B) X = B+C Y = C Z = A-B
Enjoy!
Questa cache è la casa del [TB] Naturlover http://coord.info/TB62DC8
This is the house of [TB] Naturlover http://coord.info/TB62DC8
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MARIO RIGONI STERN’S HOUSE
They also reconstructed the larger, more modern house that, in 1910, my grandfather wanted at less than 100 metres from the old house, and this is where I was born. A house that was half way between old style and odern. There were copper buckets but also sinks with taps; there were bronze utensils and kettles in the fireplace but also pans for using on the cooker, stored in a walnut dresser. There was electric light and inside toilets. In the living room there was a ceramic stove, a small sofa, a grandfather clock, a large table made of solid walnut, chairs with coloured straw seats, Viennese chairs, a glass showcase for the dinner service, an oleograph depicting Jesus walking through a wheat field followed by the apostles and photographs of great grandparents, relatives who had been killed in the war and other relatives who had emigrated to the United States and to Australia. In Winter, every Sunday evening, it was here that the women and children of the family would get together to play tombola” and my great aunt would make lovely sweet vin brulé with cinnamon for us all. My favourite place in the evening, however, was by the kitchen fireplace. It was here that I would dry off my wet clothes and shoes after having played all afternoon in the snow. I liked to tap the logs in the fire to see the sparks fly up the chimney in thick clusters or to cook potatoes in the ashes or listen to storeys told by members of the family. But when I got older, I discovered the attic. It was as wide as the whole house, with a tall ceiling trussed with large pine beams, fitted together with masterly skill and which created full and empty spaces which fascinated me; it had to be like that to support the large roof which collected enormous quantities of snow. Between the feasts of Saint Mark and Saint Anne, this marvellous space under the roof was visited by flights of swallows which made all the air vibrate; for them, we left open the one and only window which looked south. On one of the beams parallel to the longest wall, the horse harnesses where hung (at that time the family had given up certain activities and there were no more horses) and I used the saddles and the straps for my games. In one corner there were some skis, a sledge, an old roasting spit, a Mauser rifle which lacked its firing pin, a toy theatre and a piece of a glider. What more enchanting place could be dreamed up by a young boy. But even the cellar was as large as the perimetre of the whole house. It was possible to enter it down a ramp with a horse and cart; it was very cool in the summer and warm in the winter. There were large and small wine casks lined up on stands all around the walls, the wine bottling equipment, a wooden basket and a demijohn of the sweetest raspberry syrup for us children. Apart from this attic and this cellar, our kingdom was the courtyard with the piles of firewood, the lean-to which housed the carts, the barn and the hay loft and the stables where, in winter, I created a puppet theatre for the boys and girls of the neighbourhood. Then we were hit by the 30s crisis: the deaths, the unemployment of entire families, and the big house started to empty and became silent. And I found myself to be a soldier at war.
My Four Houses Mario Rigoni Stern