Friday, July 21, 2017

Mussolini Memories.....

For most dictators fame is but fleeting.  This is especially true for those deposed by military action.  Usually the first thing that the populace does when freed is pull down all the statues.

Fascism being particularly out of vogue these days I did not expect to find much in Italy to remember Benito Mussolini.  I was wrong.

The biggest surviving monument is at the Foro Italia, which under the Previous Management had been called the Foro Mussolini. Here's a modern obelisk engraved Mussolini Dux.

Dux, or Duce as it was often said, was another attempt by Mussolini to recapture the Glories of Rome in the modern era.  It was a title going back to Republican days that meant "leader of troops".  In the latter Empire it became formalized in variations such as "Dux Brittanica", the Duke of Britain, indicating the commander of troops in that province.  

The Foro Mussolini was primarily a sports complex.  It was begun with the hopes that Rome would get the Olympics in 1944. Deteriorating political conditions caused Rome to lose out in the voting in 1939.  Hmmm, what is it with Sports and Authoritarian Regimes?  Berlin 1936.  The cancelled Tokyo 1940 Games, along with with Rome's near miss....

By the way, it is known that under the obelisk is a time capsule.  It contains a few gold coins, a medallion showing Mussolini wearing a lion skin reminiscent of Hercules, and a 1200 word manuscript in Latin extolling Mussolini, the Fascist movement generally and the construction of the sports complex specifically.

Here's an odd building.  It was along one of the bus routes we traveled.  It seemed to have active young people generally around it so I started calling it "Fascist High". The text translates roughly to: "If Victory is Necessary then Battle is Necessary".

Because I actually do a little research after arriving home I can report that this is not a school but another sports complex.  The message while not specifically political does have a bit of the old goose step about it.

Now imagine my surprise when I saw this:

Near the river Tiber, not far from the famous Boca Veritas we find a substantial public building with a surviving dedication to Benito Mussolini Duce.  The next line appears to memorialize somebody named Petrus Colunna as "Praf Ubs" I assume this means Prefect of the City. (Odd spelling aside this is certainly a reference to Piero Colonna, twice Mayor of Rome and once Governor of same (1936-1939)

It looks to me as if everything else has been removed in a sort of modern "damnatio memoria" but this part is nice and clean as if it has been until recently covered up by some other signage. Rome being Rome it will likely be years before anybody does anything about this.

The building is on the busy Via Luigi Petroselli.  It is still the Town Hall for the Municipio of Central Rome, i.e. the historic central city.

If brutal cement dystopias are your thing -  and hey, I'm not here to judge - the EUR center is the place to go.  I did not make it out there but one of our fellow travelers did and has some swell photos of same including a depiction of Mussolini in a modern version of Trajan's column.  Go visit MooseandHobbes

Damnatio Memoriae

(sorry for reposting this offering from 2015.  On occasion when I go back to update things they reload as new posts. T)
The Romans combined dynastic ruthlessness with a real hankering for gaudy, monumental architecture.  Obviously this caused a few problems.  Once you had banished your Imperial rivals - usually by sending them packing to the shades of the Underworld - you were sometimes stuck with temples, arches, statues and so forth that were still extolling the fine virtues of your previous competitor.

Sometimes a live and let.....well, let them stay dead, attitude prevailed.  Coinage does not seem to have been universally recalled and melted down for instance.  Maybe it would have just been too difficult to do this.  Or maybe the new wearer of the Purple never stooped to handling grubby money and it was sufficiently out of sight, out of mind.

But for the big stuff you could always resort to the "Damnatio Memoriae".

Literally a damnation of the memory of a public figure, this was not officially done as often you might expect.  But it did happen.  And the nastier the spat the more wide ranging the Damnatio. Family problems that got out of hand seem to have been particularly bad.

Consider the family drama of Septimus Severus.

Oh, we have dropped in on this bunch before.  Septimus and his wife, Julia Domna, had a couple of squabbling sons named Caracalla and Geta.  After Septimus died in York  his two sons supposedly returned to Rome where they occupied opposite ends of the palace.  They and their adherents plotted and schemed, quite literally with knives drawn, until Caracalla managed to dispatch his brother Geta.

This is what is called the Arch of the Argentii.  It stands near the Forum Borium or cattle market in Rome near the river Tiber.  Argentii by the way were bankers.  In any case, here we have on one side of the arch Septimus and Julia looking across.  No doubt the sculptor was trying to capture their sentiments...."now boys, you two get along now.  Share your toys.  And the Empire..."

And how did that work out?  Well, on the other side of the arch facing the parents we find:

Caracalla standing next to a chiseled off empty space.  The figure now missing may well have been Geta, but one can't be quite sure.  Caracalla had quite a few people eliminated physically and allegorically,  including the Praetorian Prefect Plautianus and his daughter Plautilla.  Since Plautilla was Caracalla's wife there would be a little extra Damn in that Damnatio one supposes....

Some inscriptions got clobbered quite thoroughly.  This example from Ostia dug out some offending name with diligence.  But left what seems to be a reference to Pertinax, a fellow whose three month reign in AD 193 was a troubled time indeed. One coup attempt was actually discovered while he was on an inspection tour...right here in Ostia.*

You just can't tell when you will run across a Damnatio.  When excavating up at Vindolanda we had a day off.  On a visit to the nearby fort site of Chesters we dropped in to their museum.  They have a very nice example of a modius, which is an official grain measure.  Take a look:

The first part of the name has been rubbed out.  Oh, and the measure has also been checked and found to be intentionally short.  Official cheating in Roman times...
*Pertinax was the first in a flurry of Emperors that year.  The last man standing was Septimus Severus.  Septimus thought highly enough of Pertinax to restore his name as a legitimate Emperor and even to add it to his own official title.  So just maybe the extant inscription is some variation on: Caesar Lucius Septimius Severus Eusebes Pertinax Augustus.

If so the blasted out part would likely be another "damnatioed" reference to his son Geta.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Lateran Obelisk

Obelisks in Rome often have "nicknames" based on their current location.  So this one, the Lateran Obelisk, obviously stands near San Giovanni in Laterano.  If you are only casually familiar with Rome that name might still ring a bell.  The Lateran Palace stands next to the Lateran basilica, and was the site of several "Lateran Councils" in medieval times.  But back to the obelisk.

This one has a lot of superlatives attached to it.  It was the tallest obelisk brought to Rome.  Also the last one.  It is perhaps the best preserved.  It was the last one to be restored and re erected.

The obelisk was originally put up by Pharoah Thutmose IV at Karnak.  It was brought to Rome by Constantius II when he made his only trip there in 357 AD.  By that point Rome was no longer the unquestioned center of the Empire, Constantinople or wherever the Emperor and his army were at the moment tended to be the true capitol.

The obelisk sat in the spina of the Circus Maximus until the end of the Empire.  At some point it fell and was buried under silt and debris.

Pope Sixtus V had it restored and moved to its current location in 1588.

There is actually an ancient account of the transportation of the obelisk from Egypt to Rome, found in Ammianus Marcellinus.  Its a bit long to cut and paste here but worth the read.  It sounds as if the obelisk came into the city via the Porta San Paulo, then known by its earlier name Porta Ostiensis.

Monday, July 17, 2017

With aplomb

To do something "with aplomb" is to it with poise, self confidence and assurance.  On the other hand, if something is "leaden" it is dull, heavy, slow.  Like lead.  Oddly, these words come from the same source.  Not quite brothers, these words are first cousins.

They both branch off the Latin plumbum which was the word for the metal lead.  As pipes were often made of this the men who worked with them were, and still are, called plumbers.  Its a bit of useless medical trivia but lead poisoning is called plumbism. 

Aplomb comes from the French a' plomb which meant "upright, straight, balanced". It was a reference to the unwavering straight line you could define with a plumb bob, which is to say the lead weight at the end of a string commonly used by stone masons.

I once dug a Roman plumb bob.  It was one of my early years at Vindolanda so I don't have a decent photo.  Like all things lead it came out of the ground with a light coat of lead oxide that looks a bit like a dusting of flour.  And of course as soon as you pick it up its weight tells you what you have.  Here's a photo of a Roman plumb bob that was dug at Catterick, about a hundred miles further south. A modern example is helpfully along side.

And here's a brief history of the plumb bob courtesy of Wonkee Donkee Tools!

Friday, July 14, 2017

Ostia Antica - Digging up and Wrapping Up

Ostia Antica is a marvelous site, an absolute delight for lovers of things Ancient and Roman.  But it is also a very frustrating place.  It could be so much more.  Part of the explanation lies in the rather unique way it was excavated and conserved.  More about that in a moment but first - in keeping with the History in a Place series - the practical advice.

Although it is fifteen miles outside of Rome Ostia is a very easy place to get to.  Cheap too.  I will have a few things to say about Roman public transportation by and by.  But for a single transit ticket (1.5 Euro) you can hop a bus in Trastevere or anywhere else in town, get to the Porta San Paulo Train Station (also known as Pyrimide) and use the same ticket to ride all the way to Ostia Antica.  It would be difficult to get lost, you are at the terminus of the line.  Trains run regularly.  

It is about a five minute walk to the gates of the site.  The site is closed on Mondays. The first Sunday of the month entrance is free.  For detailed info go HERE.

You could take a short stroll into the little town to buy sandwiches and such.  There is also a cafeteria on site that is pretty good, albeit a hive of busy school kids both times I visited.  Bring a water bottle, it gets thirsty out there in the ruins.  I would not visit on a rainy day, the whole site is open air.

I have skipped over the "major" features of the site, most of them are not far from the entrance.  Don't let my admonition to visit the far corners of Ostia Antica cause you to miss the Theater, the Baths of Neptune and the amazing mosaics in the square behind the theater.  The museum is small but nice.  It is exclusively sculptures, Ostia had some first rate stuff dug up and not all of it got whisked off to the big museums or to private collections.

There is a major problem with the site.  It is huge and the chronically underfunded Italians can't afford to keep it up.  So there is little to no signage which makes finding and understanding things very, very difficult.  Also, lots of interesting things such as underground Mitraeums are closed off.  Why, they don't even have the money to keep the things above ground from falling down...

I would strongly encourage serious visitors to visit THIS SITE and read up.  To the extent that you can generate maps that show your specific sites of interest, do it. Paper print outs or for the modern digital types some sort of device that will be readable in the blazing sunlight.  

So how did Ostia, the excavation, become far too big to handle?  Oh, its a fascist thing to some extent.

Excavations at Ostia were sporadic before 1800.  In the 19th century things got going a bit, with prisoners held at the nearby medieval fortress supplying the work force. In the early 20th century the rail line from Rome was under construction, again with a captive labor pool of Austrian POWs.  Mussolini inaugurated the Ostia Antica train station in 1924.

Benito as il Duce was very keen on promoting Italy to the status of Great Power, and was always trying to link the modern state to the Glories of Ancient Rome.  So it was natural for him to start a very ambitious program of excavations at Ostia, hoping the site would be a centerpiece of international events such as the Olympics or the EUR exposition.  (neither happened).  But in the late 30's up into the early days of WWII excavations went on at a frantic pace.

It is usually not careful, scientific excavation when you have set up a miniature railway to haul away the spoil!

They just bit off way more than they could chew.  Late antiquity and medieval stuff was simply bashed away.  Considerable liberties were taken with reconstructing things not as they were but as they could be portrayed as Most Glorious.  Record keeping was minimal.  The above photo for instance is one of a series that provides most of what is known of the excavations on this part of the site.

So, gee thanks Mussolini.  You created a gigantic archaeological Disney Land for we lovers of Roman stuff.  But you rather made a hash of it and what remains might be unrecognizable to some ancient inhabitant were they able to Time Travel forward.

Oh, its still great.  Worth a visit.  But it would be so much better with a hundred more explanatory signs and a pool of ready volunteers willing to roam the site and explain things.

I'm available btw for that duty.  

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Ostia Antica - Hail Mithras!

One of the things we wanted to to at Ostia was to visit as many Mithraeums as possible. In this we succeeded nicely...and failed dismally.  I'll explain in a moment, but first a brief aside is necessary.  Half of my usual audience knows more about Mithras than I do.  The other half has never heard of him.

Mithraism is the worship of Mithras.  It was a religion roughly contemporary with Christianity and the degree to which one influenced the other has been the subject of much scholarly inquiry.  Mithraism, like Christianity, was an Eastern cult, probably originating in mid First Century AD.  Mithras had a miraculous birth - springing to life from solid rock - on December 25th.

Of course there were also many differences.  Mithraism was practiced only by men, and was popular in the Roman Army.  It had very typical iconongraphy.  The classic image is Mithras wearing a Phrygian hat (think Smurf) slaying a bull in an underground setting.  He had two assistants Cautes and Cautopates who wore similar head gear and carried torches.  Various other elements including animals and zodiac images were common.  Rites were held in underground rooms that recall the caves in the original Mithras story.  

Ostia Antica has a large number of Mithraeums.  18 have been identified.  I believe that in all of Rome only 8 are extant, and only one or two are open to view.

I wish I had found this SITE, which describes all the Ostian Mitraeums, prior to our visit.  Alas.  Well, we did the best we could.

This is the Mithraeum of the Terme del Mitra.  Basically that means it is the Mithraeum associated with baths that were named after the Mithraeum.  Somewhat circular language that.  It is an underground site with the skylight above the central sculpture designed to let in an illuminating ray of sunshine.  The arrangement is typical of Mithraeums, a central lane and benches on either side.  The latter were where the devotees of Mithras would repose while consuming a ceremonial meal.  From excavation evidence it seems to have actually been vegetarian fare.

A close up of the depiction of Mithras slaying the bull.  This is called a Tauroctony. What you see here is a replica but the original is in the site's museum and is spectacular.  If you are wondering why the later Christian inhabitants left it alone, well, they didn't.  The bull's head and the head and arms of Mithras were bashed off and thrown in a nearby ditch.  A Christian structure was then built over the top. Iconoclasm of this sort makes it a bit difficult to tell how many Mithraeums (or to be linguistically perfect, Mithrae) existed in Ostia.  Perhaps 100?  Some were probably never excavated, others were destroyed in ancient renovations, perhaps others were taken on by more devout and industrious Christians.

This is the Mithraeum of the Seven Gates.  It is under a modern roof, not nearly as evocative as a pseudo cave.  The mosaics and wall paintings look to be deteriorating as compared to earlier photos.  Note the same arrangement of benches.

Boy did we hunt a while for this last one.  It was far out in the seldom visited periphery of the site.  It is the Mithraeum of Fellicissimus.  It gets its name from an "ex voto" inscription in a mosaic, that indicates someone named Fellicissimus built this shrine in fulfillment of a vow.  In the foreground are the twin caps of Cautes and Cautopates. The mosaics that run down the center are divided into seven panels with a final panel showing an altar.  Seven was an important number in the Mithraic mysteries.  It represented the seven known planets and the number of levels of initiation into the Mysteries.

The link I listed above has a map showing the locations of all the Mithraeums. We did look in on several more.  But I can attest to the fact that some are very hard to see, due to indifferent maintenance, or in the case of some underground ones are closed off entirely.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Ostia Antica - The Synagogue

If you take my advice and head way out to the far end of the Ostia Antica site you will find something rather interesting.

Way off at the farthest end of the site, on what was once sea coast but now is next to a busy highway, you will find Europe's oldest Synagogue.

Here is the focal point, a curved room facing Jerusalem.  Within it was kept the Aron, a cabinet that contained the Torah.

Looking up into the brilliant blue sky you see a menorah image.

Other parts of the complex had specific functions.  If I read the signage correctly this was the kitchen where unleavened bread was prepared.

The Synagogue is old, dating back to the middle of the First Century AD.  It was in use for a very long time, having an extensive rehab in the Third Century.  It is one of the later sites excavated at Ostia, only being discovered in 1961.

The more recent history of Judaism in Europe is of course largely tragic.  While the Jews of Italy fared significantly better than most such communities during the Second World War they had many losses.

So perhaps the red poppies that grow in particular abundance around this structure are a silent and accidental memorial.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Fleeing the Crowds at Ostia Antica

Ostia Antica is a site near Rome that is not on the A-list for most travelers.  But it should be.  As a well preserved town of ancient times it is sort of like Pompeii...but without the lingering sadness of sudden, mass death.

From the above view you might get the notion that Ostia is entirely free of obnoxious tourist mobs.  That would not be entirely true, some parts are quite hectic, mostly with Italian school groups milling about.  Having been there twice now I feel qualified to offer advice on how to best enjoy the site - how to appreciate the resonance with the past that is just a bit more difficult when navigating among roaming teenagers. But first a little history of Ostia.

Antiquity had relatively few cities that we would consider large by modern standards. The biggest issue was actually feeding significant numbers of people who were not growing their own rations.  For Rome the solution was shipping in grain from elsewhere.  Ostia literally means "mouth", and was situated at the point where the Tiber meets the sea.  Here ships were off loaded and merchandise - mostly food - sent upstream on smaller craft.  

Ostia probably got its start under the last kings of Rome, really hit its prime in Republican times and continued to be prominent until a new port, called Portus, was built on the other side of the Tiber.  After that Ostia became a more genteel residential district that gradually faded in late Imperial times.  Without a great city to feed it declined further in the medieval era, eventually being land locked by a change in the course of the Tiber.  Silt filled in the ruins and it was abandoned.

It was of course pillaged for marble and artifacts before being excavated on a purposeful basis beginning in the 19th century.  Mussolini really amped up the excavation and restoration project in the 1930s, hoping that Ostia would be one of the centerpieces of his great Universal Exhibition.  World War Two happened instead.

Ostia is a large and very complex site.  We looked into getting a dedicated guide but our inquiries did not pan out.  Everything we found was expensive and "generic".  I suggest a visit to Ostia be accompanied by the English translation of Sonia Gallico's book Ostia Antica.

I found a copy very cheap on Amazon.

I'll get to more travel details another day but my first bit of advice is the most important.  Get your tickets.  Don't bother to buy their map, its not very good. Gallico contains a better one.  From the entry point march straight past all the famous things that average tourists are milling about and go to the far end of the site.  You will have it all to yourself.  And you will see much that is Interesting and Odd.

A small bit of a marble monument.  Presumably with a nautical connection as this is a life sized reproduction of the metal rams that Roman warships had on the front.

How about a visit to a dodgy early Third Century Sports Bar?  The Caupona di Alexander e Helix is identified as a tavern by its remaining fixtures.  The names in its designation come from a pair of mosaics that appear to depict Aurelius Helix and Gaius Perelius Aurelius Alexander, both famous athletes of the era.  There are some other mosaics too....this one is politely described as showing "grotesque dancing figures".  I think most of us have occasion wandered into a bar, looked around the place and quickly figured out that it was not our kind of place....

If you felt like taking a nice clean shower after that you need only stroll a bit farther out the main street to reach one of the public baths.  My map of the site shows an even dozen that have been excavated.  This one is the Baths of the Porta Marina out at the far reaches of the site.  We had it all to ourselves.  It has some enigmatic mosaics.

This one reminds me so much of the Statue of Liberty.

I was surprised to see this athlete using what to all appearances is a modern soccer (foot) ball!  I guess there are only so many ways to make such an object.

When you basically have a site to yourself it is possible to both form your own theories and to explore them.  I saw this little hut on top of the ruins and figured it had to be entirely made of leftover ancient stone and brick.  Of course it was.  I had to go up and check it out.  It seems to have been a watchman's shed.  It naturally had a panoramic view of the site.  You saw it at the top of this posting.

Being mooned by Hercules.

As I said earlier, Ostia is like Pompeii, but also unlike it.  You don't get the sense of life being wiped out, just that things got old and tired.  From a peak population of 50,000 it contracted in on its boundaries and became a genteel suburb, then shrunk further and was a lightly inhabited ghost town until the shifting of political fortunes, sea coasts and the Tiber itself made it obsolete.  But life never really stopped here and walking among the houses, shops and public places of Ostia you can still feel the presence of the previous inhabitants to a much greater extent that in other sites we visited.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Tree Shaped Tombstones - Escanaba Michigan

Travel out of my usual haunts gives new opportunities to hunt for Tree Shaped Tombstones. Sometimes what you see looks very familiar...but maybe isn't.  Consider a cemetery we visited in Escanaba Michigan.  Nice place, right on Lake Michigan.  

On the way in I had seen a couple of the medium sized tree tombstones with the forked trunk. Now these are usually "official" Woodsmen stones, with the organization's logo just under the fork.  As here:

What was unusual about this one was that it was from the women's auxilliary of the Woodsmen, the Woodmen Circle.  Specifically from Hardwood Grove No. 24!  I had not known they were designated this way.  

So I naturally assumed that the other monument with a similar shape would also be "official".  

Nope.  Cross with IHS at the fork.  And one of those odd blank name plates.

But here is the real oddity.  Check out this complex.

To me it seems obvious that some elements of this are missing.  The bigger monument behind appears to be a joint venture of two families, the Tosignants and the Ethiers. These names turn up in Escanaba histories, and oddly in this cemetery it was pretty common for monuments to be "back to back".  But to which clan did "Mother" belong?

There should be a series of smaller markers but they just are not there.

Mom also was a member of the Woodman's Circle.  The local chapter must have been an active one.

Here is the main monument from the front.  It is of the "rustic cross" variety.  But when you look at it from an angle it gets really weird...

All those odd, knobby projections....

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Treasure City (Michigan) Another Classic Gone

A while back I wrote about "Treasure City", an over the top tourist trap in Minnesota. It was on the road to our cabin up north and on rare occasions our parents would give in to constant pleading and actually stop there.  It had rocks, minerals, lots of shells, cheap pirate themed stuff, etc.

It was one of many such establishments but seemed to be the most flamboyant, the most unapologetic.  Remarkably it has survived for over half a century even with the main road being routed elsewhere.

So I was pleased to learn that there was another, apparently related Treasure City along the route of our drive through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.  Old images were promising (I think on study that this is the Michigan version).

The "U.P." as they call it is certainly not free of tacky commerce, so I had high hopes. Alas, it was not to be.  Here is Treasure City in early July of 2017.

Clearly it is a new building.  The snarling bear might look impressive but it is modern fiberglass, not in the spirit of the garish plywood of the original signage.  The sign says: Treasure City - This is It! Largest Gift Shop in the North.

As to the contents, I could not bear to take a single photo, or to linger long over how the kitchy have fallen.  It is a huge place, new, absolutely immaculate.  I did find a single table each of sad looking shells and unimpressive colored stones.  Otherwise it was T-shirts, sweat shirts, fake license plates, endless variations of cabin signs, cheap Chinese made toys... and not even any pirate stuff.  We just wanted a Jolly Roger flag and perhaps some fake doubloons for an upcoming "Treasure Hunt" when the extended family gathers.  But no.

It is the kind of place that grandma might go to and buy you a souvenir of your vacation.  Or in the case of the grandma in our party, not.

Contrast it with this recent(?) picture of the Minnesota incarnation of Treasure City:

Pirate Pete is not happy with you folks up in Michigan.  Not happy at all.

For more images of what I now consider The Real Treasure City, go HERE.   If you are in Michigan and want to find something similar, I suggest Shell City in Grayling.

For entirely forgettable stuff for your cabin and/or grand children, you can go anywhere.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Road Trip June 2017

Some pictures from the road.  Scenic beauty?  Nah, just the things I find odd and interesting.

First up, an establishment in Northern Wisconsin:

The sign reads SPA BAR-BOWLING.  Now, likely as not it just means that the name of the establishment is Spa, but I rather like the image of northwoodsy women, heck maybe some men too, lounging back in easy chairs getting pedicures with cucumber slices over their eyes...with the sound of crashing bowling pins in the back ground.

Next up, Christmas Michigan.  Which is pretty much a couple of tourist trap stores and this garish casino.  Hey, who's that in the background?

I'm afraid so.  Its a two story tall Santa beckoning you in to roll the dice on whether you can afford to buy your tots presents this year.  

 Sometimes the notices in bathrooms go beyond the basic, necessary info:

Destination for the journey was Ann Arbor Michigan.  A fun college town.  So all telephone poles in the hip down town area are festooned with posters for local bands. Except this one.  Did it just reach carrying capacity for staples?  Or is it in its own way some kind of performance art?

Friday, June 30, 2017

Tree Shaped Tombstones at the Protestant Cemetery, Rome

I readily admit that as "Tree Shaped Tombstones" these are not remarkable specimens. But when you visit a classic like the Protestant Cemetery in Rome you accept what you find.

A few comments then I'll finish up with summary of "History in One Place" for this week.

Perhaps the carved figure is actually a likeness of Alice Henry Mary, beloved daughter of James and Emma George.  She died in Rome in 1879.  I read by the way that crosses were not allowed in the Protestant Cemetery until circa 1870.  Alice died at age 21. Her epitaph reads "Where the Weary are at Rest".

A simple inscription Bonnouj, presumably a family name.  The data base I tried searching required the nationality of the departed.  I tried everything that fit...French, Belgian, Moroccan, US, UK. Nothing.  The cemetery contains a bewildering diversity of faiths and origins so I eventually gave up.  

The grave of Emma Ahlse Severin.  She lived a long life, 1844 - 1925.  She was German, born in Naples.  The inscriptions reads "Here Rests with our Father our Beloved Mother".  It might be meant either literally or theologically.

William Joseph Buckley.  He died in 1882 at age 36.  "Died of Diphtheria after four days of illness".  "In the Midst of Life we are in Death".  Somewhat cryptic and dour final words.

This week's "History in a Place" sites are all close together and easy to visit.  Please also include Monte Testaccio in your itinerary.  To visit them all you just need to take the Metro to Pyrimide Station or take any of the numerous buses that go to the Ostiense rail station.  You can hardly miss the gate and the pyramid when standing in front of the station.

As I mentioned in an earlier post there is not that much to see at Monte Testaccio but you are in the neighborhood so stroll a few blocks to the south west and have a look. On infrequent occasions they will unlock the gate and allow groups to climb to the top.

The Protestant Cemetery is open every day.  They rely on donations so please be generous.  9 - 5 Monday through Saturday, 9 - 1 on Sundays.  The entrance is on a back street behind the cemetery.  Via Caio Cestio.  The entrance is not obvious, so persevere.  If you are headed for Monte Testaccio this is probably the street you will be walking on.

At Porta San Paulo there is a little museum inside the gate.  Opening hours are listed as 9 - 1:30 every day but Monday.  Its free, but it seems a fairly modest little site so don't make a special trip to see it if you have already taken in the larger museum at Porta San Sebastiano.

Visiting the inside of the Pyramid of Cestius is possible but a little complicated.  If this interests you HERE is the information.

None of these sites take all that long to visit, and as long as you are right at the train station that goes to Ostia I recommend you hop on and go visit.  It's a really cheap ride to a really cool site.  We'll go there on our next "History in a Place" and a crowded place it is....