18.08.13 Art Exhibition Day Three, Trees and Immemorial

Art Exhibition Day Three……

Playing with light, three oils of the same scene ………………..

 

Opio, morning

Opio, morning

 

Opio, noon

Opio, noon

 

Opio, evening

Opio, evening

 

Trees…………. this morning I walked through the woods, not ancient woodland, not even very well managed woodland, but our very much loved woodland, filled with varieties of trees that have grown in Britain for thousands of years; Ash, Sycamore, Lime, White-beam, Holly, Beech, Alder, Cherry and more and, of course, the English Oak, a close relation but not quite the same as the European Oak…………………

Here in the corner of the park grows a European Oak. Now about ten years old (It’s said that an Oak takes 300 years to grow and 300 years to die, so it has a way to go yet). I grew this and two others from acorns taken from the ground besides a gateway leading to a church in France………………………..

 

The Oradour Oak

The Oradour Oak

Oradour-sur-Glane …………….on June 10th 1944, German soldiers marched onto Oradour; the school children were taken from the school, the woman, the mothers and babes taken from their homes, all were marched to the church. The men, taken from their work,  were herded into a barn.

The men were mowed down with machine guns. The women and children locked into the church and burned. Six hundred and forty two inhabitants of Oradour were massacred  that day. The reason? the village was thought to be harbouring members of the resistance – in fact it later transpired that this Oradour had been confused with another place of a similar name.

The Germans went on to pillage Oradour, then raze the village to the ground; but, as if in defiance of such an atrocity, much of it still remains. From that day on nothing has been touched, the village stands just as it did on that summer’s day as a monument to those who died. In one house rests a rusty sewing machine, in another, rusty pans ready to cook the evening meal; the village doctor’s (Dr Desourteaux) car stands abandoned in the main street, the door from which he was dragged to his death, still poignantly open.

The Church still stands and, from the outside, looks serene and peaceful, but on entering, the scorched interior bears witness to that terrible day.

And the living witness, the Oak tree at the gate, still lives on. A tree from an acorn from that Oak lives here in this peaceful valley, and each time I pass, each time I weed around it, I remember the people, the mothers, the children, the fathers, the brothers and sisters, the old and the young……………..the people of Oradour-sur-Glane. I hope, but doubt, they rest in peace……………….

More art tomorrow……………………

 

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1 Response to 18.08.13 Art Exhibition Day Three, Trees and Immemorial

  1. Antonio says:

    my fathers village suffered a similar fate but the Lombari’s were proud of their Partisan connections despite the loss of men from the village of Alife.

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