Kerry, thanks so much for the Orson Welles bits on the Basque Country...At least half of the episodes were filmed in the family village of Sare which lies a few short kilometers from the Spanish border. A frontier the Basque people refuse to recognize. Zazpiak Bat
Hi, Barbara. I wasn't surprised at the ending of the Latvian story. I helped a friend publish a memoir of his mother's about her life in Lithuania during WWII. First the Russians came and stayed for one year, then the "Christian" Lithuanians showed up at their house in advance of the Germans. She never saw her father or brother again. After surviving the ghetto, she was sent to Dachau where, incredibly, she met her future husband. They both survived the camp, came to Chicago and got married. You can order the book here, if you're interested. https://www.lulu.com/shop/sonja-haid-greene/between-life-and-death/hardcover/product-17g8m947.html
Kerry, thank you so much for the beautiful piece on the Basques. My first husband was from Wyoming and used to treat me to what he called "the Basque sheepherders call for help." It was a cross between a yodel and the celebratory (?) nasal (?) call made by middle eastern women that you hear sometimes in movies This sound would carry across the mountainsides in Wyoming or in the Pyrenees. (We had a Great Pyrenees dog, too.) I understand that the great explorer Ferdinand Magellan was a Basque. I enjoyed the short film about the Basque sheepherder who returned home, though I wish Wells had recorded more of the Basque language. I am curious: what did the Basques trap pigeons for? And what is the last name of your friend Paul? Eskerik asko. (Thank you!) Allegra McFarland
I think likely the pigeons were for eating. My grandfather (whom I suspect was part Basque, though he only claimed French) had a fondness for pigeon. Not my cup of tea!
Thank you Kerry and Barbara. I can’t wait to watch all of Orson Wells videos. And what a treat to experience a little bit of Latvia. That had to be mind blowing back then. Much Aloha
Kerry, thanks so much for the Orson Welles bits on the Basque Country...At least half of the episodes were filmed in the family village of Sare which lies a few short kilometers from the Spanish border. A frontier the Basque people refuse to recognize. Zazpiak Bat
Hi, Barbara. I wasn't surprised at the ending of the Latvian story. I helped a friend publish a memoir of his mother's about her life in Lithuania during WWII. First the Russians came and stayed for one year, then the "Christian" Lithuanians showed up at their house in advance of the Germans. She never saw her father or brother again. After surviving the ghetto, she was sent to Dachau where, incredibly, she met her future husband. They both survived the camp, came to Chicago and got married. You can order the book here, if you're interested. https://www.lulu.com/shop/sonja-haid-greene/between-life-and-death/hardcover/product-17g8m947.html
Kerry, thank you so much for the beautiful piece on the Basques. My first husband was from Wyoming and used to treat me to what he called "the Basque sheepherders call for help." It was a cross between a yodel and the celebratory (?) nasal (?) call made by middle eastern women that you hear sometimes in movies This sound would carry across the mountainsides in Wyoming or in the Pyrenees. (We had a Great Pyrenees dog, too.) I understand that the great explorer Ferdinand Magellan was a Basque. I enjoyed the short film about the Basque sheepherder who returned home, though I wish Wells had recorded more of the Basque language. I am curious: what did the Basques trap pigeons for? And what is the last name of your friend Paul? Eskerik asko. (Thank you!) Allegra McFarland
Thanks, Allegra! Great story. I agree with you about Wells--and he's not a great interviewer in these segments! -Kerry
I think likely the pigeons were for eating. My grandfather (whom I suspect was part Basque, though he only claimed French) had a fondness for pigeon. Not my cup of tea!
Thank you Kerry and Barbara. I can’t wait to watch all of Orson Wells videos. And what a treat to experience a little bit of Latvia. That had to be mind blowing back then. Much Aloha