So my 14 day free trial of Deep Nostalgia™ has finished and i have cancelled my account https://www.myheritage.com/deep-nostalgia
the photos i have tried with it have been interesting , but with unpredicatable results.
Some have been splendid ( i have shared a few here already e'g my Grandmother Helen; view here
https://zimnoch.smugmug.com/COLOURISED-IMAGES/i-5wDh4Zn/A)
Others have been either poor or plain weird!
Anyway , before my trial finished i tried uploading a few more.
Here is one I like. I took this photo in Havana in 1997.
It's of a lass called Norby ,and was taken in The Hemingway Bodega https://theculturetrip.com/caribbean/cuba/articles/an-introduction-to-la-bodeguita-del-medio-cubas-most-popular-bar/
I stayed in Havana for about a week. I was lucky in that for much of the time I was a guest of Norby and her Mum and family . She introduced me to the wonderful city.
They had some interesting contacts ! She introduced me to the then Auxiliary Bishop of Havana (!) who showed me ,one afternoon, around Havana Cathedral
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana_Cathedral
Despite what you may imagine , the authorities seemed ok with religion. They dont do the churches any favours, but it seemed tolerated.
My Polish upbringing has made me a bit of a sucker for graveyards and Havana has a massive one right in the middle of it. Colon Cemetery is superb and Norby showed me Amelia Goyri's grave which is a bit of a legend
.https://havanatimes.org/features/amelia-goyri-cubas-miracle-maker/
She also took me to see a "weeping Statue" that scores of Cubans visit, once a week, to watch it weep and say prayers. (no, i saw nowt)
Three final vignettes:
• On the first day there , I was sat in a Cafe and asked the waitress for a "Coca Cola" . She immediately , at the top of her loud booming voice , gave me a two minute lecture about how Coca Cola was something "US /capitalist" and they didnt sell it there .In future I must ask for "Cuban Cola". I suitably blushed & stuttered.•
• One day I said to Norby I wanted to go to the beach ( Havana didnt seem to have any i could find) she took me to one she said "local people couldn't use".
We arrived .It was nice enough but deserted . A soldier stood guard and asked to see my passport .
Once on the beach I sunbathed alone for a while .Then suddenly I saw a nurse (in white) cross my eyeline ,pushing very slowly a pram along the sand.(not easy to walk in nurse-shoes pushing a pram on sand i guess.....) It was like a scene from some slow-motion 60's Avant Garde movie .
Norby later explained that there was a nearby hospital and the Cuban Government took in a quota of children who were victims of the Chernobyl Disaster.•
• My final memory .The best! was being sat in a square in the city listening to Buena Vista Social Club's debut cd https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buena_Vista_Social_Club_(album)
i had bought it in Manchester Airport .
Some local kids must have heard what i was listening too and one asked to listen himself
.Within 5 minutes I had a huddle of a dozen kids passing the headphones around singing and dancing around along to the music.
They just didnt seem to sell cds in Havana .Rare as hens teeth
At the time I felt a little proud , although it seems a little sad now.......
To compound my sadness , on my final day, I found ,in the corner of a "Revolutionary Bookshop" the only cds in the shop. I bought all 3 (of Cuban Music ). I bought all of them. And probably flew away with all the cd's in Cuba in my baggage
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