A Very Old Tradition That’s Alive and Well in Loreto Aprutino

It was bound to happen eventually.

I guess we weren’t really surprised.

It may not have been a tragedy but we felt the loss all the same.

What happened?

We ran out of Rita’s oil!

We’d been using it on and off for the best past of two months and like all good things, it finally came to an end.

It’s hard to go back to oil from the supermarket after using nectar from the olives of Loreto Aprutino.

So today we went to a local food market in Dublin and bought a litre of oil from Puglia that was pressed last November. It’s good oil, nice and peppery. It catches the throat in a way that supermarket oil doesn’t and never will.

But it isn’t oil from Loreto Aprutino and it isn’t Rita’s oil.

There’s something about buying oil from the person whose olives were used to make it. Sourced from olive trees you pass everyday. Buying it from somebody who understands how lucky they are to have such a resource.

That’s food provenance.

On our last trip to Abruzzo we deliberately brought an almost empty suitcase so we could bring goodies back. Rita’s oil was part of that goodie-bag.

Oil on bread with a little salt isn’t a natural combination for people born in Ireland but everyone we’ve challenged to try it has loved it.

The olive oil tradition of Loreto Aprutino is so important to the town that it has its own oil museum.

It’s a fascinating place.

The Museo d’Olio was officially opened on 14 May 2005 as a result of the efforts of Bruno Carboni. Carboni was born in Subiaco near Rome, grew up in Piombino in Tuscany and settled in Abruzzo in the 1960′s. He was a lawyer specialising in commercial law but his passion was archaeology. He was involved in many important digs during the 1970′s including the Italic necropolises of Nocciano, San Clemente in Casauia and the Neolithic settlement of Villa Badesse in Rosciano.

Without the efforts of Bruno Carboni, my favourite museum in Loreto Aprutino might not exist.

The museum is dedicated to great names of the local olive oil culture.  The building itself, Castelletto Amorotti, is based on the design of the painter Francesco Paolo Michetti, who wanted to evoke the feeling of a ship’s prow breaking through waves.

Did he succeed? What do you think?

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Inside the building one name stands out – Raffaele Baldini Palladini.

He was a volunteer in Garibaldi’s army in 1860′s and later, in 1880′s he opened an olive oil factory located between the walls of the Castelletto.

Using the latest methods of manufacture, focusing on hygiene, and meticulous devotion to the art of oil production, the reputation of Raffaele Baldini Palladini’s oil from the small town of Loreto Aprutino grew and grew.

It was praised in Rome, Naples and Paris and sought after in Switzerland, Germany and USA. Palladini even received a special order from the Tsar of Russia who felt it was the oil best suited to his palate.

But like Rita’s oil at the start of this post all good things come to an end. The death of Raffaele Baldini Palladini and the onset of the First World War was the beginning of the factory’s slow decline.

The Amorotti family attempted to revive the mill’s fortunes but World War II and occupation by German soldiers ended that dream.

Even though the golden era of Raffaele Baldini Palladini is long over Loreto Aprutino still produces superb oil. Part of the golden triangle that includes nearby Moscufo and Pianella you are in for a treat if you buy oil from this wonderful region.

I admit I’m biased. I also admit that right now I’m using oil from Puglia and it’s certainly very tasty, but it’s not the same as local oil from Loreto Aprutino.

I think it’s time to make another trip.

My First Abruzzo Photo Exhibition

If you’re reading this post then you either have a computer, a laptop, a tablet or a mobile phone. Have I left any device type out? I hope not.

But if you’ve access to any of these wonders of modern technology then you can attend my very first Abruzzo themed photo exhibition.

Using 500px as the host platform I’ve been building a collection of my favourite photographs.

So at no cost (other than your interest and your time), without having to leave the comfort of your own home (unless you are out and about with a mobile device!) you can click on the Abruzzo section of the newly created Noel McCarthy Photography site here

http://noelmccarthyphotography.com/abruzzo/

Selecting the images was a surprisingly hard task and I’m not finished yet. I’ve built up quite a collection of photographs and as I go through the process of re-examining them I’m adding those that I think are special to my Noel McCarthy Photography site.

Please take a look and let me know what you think of the selection so far.

(If I find an elegant way of embedding the collection in this site I’ll certainly give it a go but all approaches I’ve tried so far have been far from ideal so hence my use of links.)

The Guardian of Salita Sant’Antonio

I’m going to miss Guardia.

Earlier in the week I learned that she had died. She lived a long life and was well known around the streets of Loreto Aprutino.

In recent years she recovered from being struck by a car and later from a bronchial infection. Rest and antibiotics helped her overcome these unfortunate events but finally old age caught up.

Her name was perfect.

The noun guardia translates into guard, sentry, guardian and in the case of cane da guardia it is guard dog or watch dog.

When I think of guard dogs or watch dogs I think of vicious angry dogs, chained and barking that leave you in no doubt that their primary purpose is to put fear into your bones and ensure you keep well clear.

Guardia was not that type of guard dog. She was gentle, calm, quiet – much more of a watcher or a protector – a true guardian.

She was usually stationary, basking in the sun near the church of Sant’Antonio or curled up somewhere along Martiri Pennesi.

Although she was a street dog she was well looked after. In theory she belonged to nobody but in reality she was part of one particular family. So much so that when our neighbour would walk to the market to buy her shopping Guardia followed no more than ten paces behind. It was as if there was an invisible cord tying them together.

An unbreakable bond.

The only time I ever heard Guardia bark was when she was suffering from a bronchial infection. It wasn’t really a bark, more a cough that she made while trying to clear her throat. But after treatment she was soon back to to her silent ways.

She was a bit more ponderous after she recovered from being hit by the car. Slower certainly, but in truth she was never that quick to begin with. Running around chasing short lived distractions wasn’t part of Guardia’s character.

I’ve taken many photographs around Loreto Aprutino and in a few images you can see Guardia doing what she appeared to do best – looking on as the events of the day rolled by.

I’m going to miss Guardia.