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Corajisima and her spindle…

Corajisima – ‘the widow of Martedì Grasso’ (the last day to eat all you want before abstaining during Lent). Then, from midnight, Corajisima roams the streets with boiling water to burn the throats of whoever dares to eat meat or sweets.

In southern Italy, hanging a handmade Corajisima effigy in windows or at doors is to remind it’s currently the Christian Lenten ritual of fasting and sacrifice and she’s come to appear as a skinny, old, ugly woman in black with feathers, fruit and a spindle.

However, originally, she was quite different. Since ancient times the effigy of a woman with fruit, feathers and spinning tools has been used in both old, Italian folklore and paganism to symbolise transformation and the earth reawakening. A lovely, comforting figure to encourage perseverance until the full arrival of spring.

I happen to have a doll (just like the one in the pretty red-painted window with its lace curtain) that Nanna Francesca gave to me as a child (yes, this doll is still in my cupboard!) Yet, Corajisima and this tradition wasn’t carried on after she and her mum emigrated from Calabria to Australia and it’s sobering to think of emigration ending a tradition so very old. Perhaps come spring in Australia, I should bring out this doll and find some feathers and a spindle?! (Spindles were a big deal in Abruzzo folklore too.)

Whatever might be thought of these old rituals, to me there is something quite incredible in how they’ve survived thousands of years, to evolve or be hijacked, yet are still ongoing. And it’s wonderful to think this one was originally a figure to encourage perseverance until the arrival of better times, a time of transformation and reawakening. ❤️🍊🧵🌿

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…sulla spiaggia di Palmi, 1950

“Ricordo del 26 July 1950 sulla spiaggia di Palmi – Memory of 26 July 1950 on the beach of Palmi…”

Sent to my grandparents from relatives in Italy during the 1950s, these beautiful photographs with their fleeting, heartfelt messages written on the back say a lot about the sacrifice of migration. Yes, that courage to go to the other side of the world brought much-needed opportunity and prosperity, as well as new friends and family. And yet, there was so much that had to be left behind too, loved ones, ancestral homes no matter how modest, centuries and generations of history and belonging.

To think of the fragility of such photographs criss-crossing the world sent with love and a need to keep family ties strong, well, it both warms my heart and makes it break a little, if I’m honest. These photographs were taken in Palmi, Calabria and Fossa, Abruzzo, Nanna Francesca and Nonno Anni’s birth towns and I wonder how they must have felt when they received them from their loved ones, Vincenzo, Pierina and Luigi.

I know this tradition kept on at least until the 1970s since Nanna would get me, as a child, to pose for photos to send to Italy. Back then, I couldn’t understand why she’d be sending a photo of me to some far-off relatives I’d never met. Now, it is quite amazing and beautiful to think how, for many decades, families between two countries on far sides of the world kept close in this way. 🖤📸

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