La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
Do you remember the column with the Latin inscription I couldn’t translate in Saturday’s blog? Well, loyal and clever reader, TexasTrailerParkTrash used Google lens search and found detailed information. The column dates to the first half of the 1st century AD and reads:
T(ito) Mercelloni Persino Mario / aedil(i) Ilvir(o) / coloni et incolae
Tito Mercelloni Persinbo Mario / aedile viceroy / colonists and inhabitants
According to the website artencordoba.com, it was thought the gray limestone column came from the Roman theater, but further details I found at notascordobeses.com explain the column was found in the 16th century in the house of Don Fernando de la Cerda and was placed in the Convent of the Incarnation, which was under construction at the time. The Roman theater was nearby and was “the setting for political, religious, social, and economic propaganda for the elites of the time.”
The dedication is to Tito Mercelloni Persino Marius who was likely the adopted son of L. Mercello, who actively participated in political and military life during the civil wars. He was also related to the Persii family, well-known in mining and in banking. And he was connected to the powerful Marii family, owners of the copper and gold mines of the Sierra Morena mountains.
The nepo baby had a successful political career and the inscription dedicated to him states that he was an aedile (an elected official responsible for public works, maintenance of city infrastructure, regulation of markets, and the staging of public games) and a viceroy, one of the leaders in charge of Roman Córdoba. Another inscription found in Palma del Rio (less than an hour WSW of us and where one of our friends grew up) says that he was chosen by the emperor to manage the financial and military affairs of the province. The rich get rich.
The photo at top is how small Moose looks in San Geraldo’s huge hands.
¿Recuerdas la columna con la inscripción en latín que no pude traducir en el blog del sábado? Bueno, mi fiel y astuto lector, TexasTrailerParkTrash, usó la búsqueda de Google Lens y encontró información detallada. La columna data de la primera mitad del siglo I d. C. y dice:
T(ito) Mercelloni Persino Mario / aedil(i) IIvir(o) / coloni et incolae
Tito Mercelloni Persino Mario / virrey edil / colonos y habitantes
Según el sitio web artencordoba.com, se creía que la columna de piedra caliza gris provenía del teatro romano, pero más detalles encontrados en notascordobeses.com explican que la columna fue hallada en el siglo XVI en la casa de Don Fernando de la Cerda y colocada en el Convento de la Encarnación, que se encontraba en construcción en aquel entonces. El teatro romano se encontraba cerca y era «escenario de propaganda política, religiosa, social y económica para las élites de la época.»
La dedicatoria es para Tito Mercelloni Persino Marius, probablemente hijo adoptivo de L. Mercello, quien participó activamente en la vida política y militar durante las guerras civiles. También era pariente de la familia Persii, reconocida empresa minera y bancaria. Y estaba vinculado a la poderosa familia Marii, propietaria de las minas de cobre y oro de Sierra Morena.
El bebé nepo tuvo una exitosa carrera política y la inscripción dedicada a él afirma que fue edil (funcionario electo responsable de las obras públicas, el mantenimiento de la infraestructura urbana, la regulación de los mercados y la organización de juegos públicos) y virrey, uno de los líderes a cargo de la Córdoba romana. Otra inscripción hallada en Palma del Río (a menos de una hora al oeste-suroeste de nosotros y donde creció uno de nuestros amigos) dice que fue elegido por el emperador para gestionar los asuntos financieros y militares de la provincia. Los ricos se hacen ricos.
La foto de arriba muestra lo pequeño que se ve Moose en las enormes manos de San Geraldo.
• San Geraldo horneó pastel de manzana ayer. ¿He mencionado lo mucho que lo amo?
• Antes de que saliéramos a almorzar y a hacer compras el martes.
• Dos horas después, había un cielo azul.
• Decidí pasear por los Jardines de la Merced de camino a casa. Pero todas las puertas estaban cerradas debido a las fuertes advertencias de viento. El viento seguía soplando con ráfagas esta mañana antes de ir a tomar un café y había ramas de árboles y hojas de palmera por todas partes.
• Cuando llegué arriba, el cielo estaba completamente gris.
• Antes de café esta mañana.
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‘A little bit of blue….’ is always welcomed, isn’t it.
Jim:
Yes, when it’s in the sky!
lol
Thank you for following up on the column. It’s a classic story of them that has, gets, ancient style.
SG is a huge man! You’re all in good hands there.
Boud:
SG has big viking bones! He’s skinny at 190 pounds.
The rich get richer, as it has ever been.
Interesting how there is often a break between gray sky and a strip of blue above the buildings and in that last picture dark gray and light gray.
ellen abbott:
The blue above the mountains made me want to take a drive. Often however, the mountains hold back the bad weather.
I have used Google Lens quite a bit on photos and it’s usually pretty accurate!
Funny how SG’s giant hands can create such a delicate cake … which looks good by the way!
Bob:
It’s amazing the precision work those big hands can perform. Exceptional embroiderer, too! But don’t ask him to send you a text message. His fingertip hits 2 or 3 characters at once.
Mmmm, that apple cake looks good! And as for nepo baby’s column, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.”
Debra:
As I read his bio, that was exactly my thought.
Oh, stop! You make a girl blush. Tee hee.
TexasTrailerParkTrash:
Well, thanks again!
I’m glad to get the history from the inscription. I love reading about Roman stuff. Glad you’re seeing some blue sky. We’re above freezing for the second day in a row and the ice is melting! Hooray! (I no longer feel trapped)
Kelly:
I’m at least grateful we don’t have ice, but that was the end of the blue sky for a while.
Egad! With the storm on Sunday I ended up not looking at blogs and, hence, missed the probably only opportunity I will ever have to render you professional advice. Y’all pretty much got it dead right. I think the folk who made this had some spelling issues, perhaps due to regional pronunciation, so I think the name should read T(ito) Marcellini Persino Mario / aedil(i) Ilvir(o) / coloni et incolae = (to) Titus (son of) Marcellinus Persinus Marius / aedile (and) duovir / from the Roman citizens and native inhabitants. It’s a dedication of some honorary monument, likely a statue of the guy, which sat on top of the column. It was common for municipalities in the empire to be ruled by 2 chief magistrates (duoviri) elected annually. The dedication would have been set up in the theatre as a conspicuous place.
Anonymous is me, your favorite domestic rodent 🐹
J:
And my ONLY domestic rodent.
Wickedhamster:
Sorry I didn’t think to share it with you first. But then, you couldn’t completely read the inscription in the photo.
If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. Wise to avoid the falling tree limbs. I see oranges on the trees, so you don’t have long hard freezes, or the trees would not prosper.
David:
A freeze is rare for us here. So far we’ve had one morning this winter that was below 0C.
Well, at least you got a brief experience of blue sky! Nepo baby, indeed. It’s a story older than time.
Steve:
That was some beautiful, unexpected blue sky. Haven’t seen it since.
The ever-changing Spanish skies…
I’m so looking forward to being there this weekend, whatever the weather – just the extra light, and seeing flowers in bloom, is enough to lift my spirits! Jx
Jon:
The Costa del Sol looks like it will have more sunshine than here. Of course, we now have NO sunshine, so more is a low bar.
Well, I guess better some blue sky than none at all.
That apple cake looks a lot like the one I make. I call mine Hippie Apple Cake. I sort of forget why.
Good research on Mario’s column. You have smart readers.
As to SG’s hands…ummmm…not unlike the way fishermen take pictures of their enormous catches. Still, I’m sure that those hands are much larger than the average bear’s.
Ms, Moon
Ms. Moon:
There are people with bigger hands, but SG says he’s only met one person with hands bigger than his. His pinky ring is too big for my thumb. As for the photo, yes, that big hand is front and center but just look at it compared to husky cat Moose’s body.
I shall not stoop to making lurid comments about large hands. However, I am happily married to a large-handed man myself.
Ms. Anonymous Moon:
You know what they say about big shoes.
Big feet!
Ohhh look at that sky!
We’ve have some bright days but it’s mostly cloudy and very, very chilly in the Midwest.
And I think I’m going to change my name to Tito Persino.
I know some Newyoricans and they LOVE Tito Puente!
XOXO
Sixpence Nonethewiser:
I, too, love Tito Puente. My uncle claimed to have grown up in the same neighborhood as Puente. But my uncle claimed a lot of things. Tito Persino is great name. Haven’t seen the color blue in the sky since that day. Today, again, is only one shade of pale, dreary gray.
Yay…a bit of blue sky. And that apple cake looks so good! SG is a saint!
Michael:
So glad we got to see that blue sky. Haven’t seen it since. The apple cake is SO good and it makes the house smell delicious.
Wow, he really does have large hands! Are yours a lot smaller? My hands are much smaller than Gregg’s and it’s not very comfortable to hold hands. Sigh.
Apple cake! Yum!!
Jennifer
Jennifer:
My hands are not small but they are slender. His pinky ring is too big for my thumb.
All I needed to see today was Moose’s picture!
Mistress Borghese:
He makes our hearts melt… when he’s not yowling at 3 in the morning.
The apple cake looks yummy and an adult cat looks like a lil baby kitten in San Geraldo’s strong hands.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug.
I thought the image was so touching and hilarious how tiny Moose looked.
Moose obviously takes comfort in those large hands.
Kirk:
Moose has become such a lover.
Lovely hand, indeed.
Urspo:
It makes Moose happy.