No, no, not mine. The coming of the Pacos to America was a faintly distasteful episode involving indentured servitude. I am speaking, now, of Mrs. Paco, and the epic tale of the last few generations of her clan.
Boiled down to the non-epic essentials, Mrs. Paco and her parents were born in South America, but her grandparents, both paternal and maternal, were Palestinian Christians who left Bethlehem sometime around the outbreak of WWI when they were all in their teens. Through hard work and thrift, they were able, within 20 years, to establish substantial interests in Chile in the banking, textile, timber and fishing industries, and everything sailed along pretty smoothly until the advent of the Marxists under Salvador Allende, at which point most of them were forced to flee (Mrs. Paco’s father discovered that the family was on an assassination list that had been drawn up by one of the most extreme parties of Allende’s Popular Coalition).
All of this is rather an elaborate excuse for posting some beautiful photographs which Mrs. Paco recently received from her eldest sister. The pictures depict Castillo Yarur, Mrs. Paco’s grandfather’s former summer residence in ViƱa del Mar. It is a historical landmark, and a cartoon image of it appeared in a Disney short called “Pablo the Penguin” (the property is still owned by the family, but is currently occupied by the Carabineros – the Chilean National Police – under a long-term lease, and is used, I believe, as an officers’ club). Be sure to click the images in order to fully appreciate the detail.
Note the Moorish designs in this room, located within the turret.
The exterior of the castillo is also impressive.
Although the property is closed to everybody but the police, members of Mrs. Paco's family are still permitted to enjoy overnight stays. Here is one of the guest bedrooms.
Of course, in chucking all this, Mrs. Paco was ultimately rewarded by meeting yours truly, which was...er...an equal exchange, to be sure.
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Ooooooooh.
ReplyDeleteMy family ancestral estates could more properly be categorized as "hovels".
My ancestral estates are pretty much family farms. Them photos is way cool, Paco!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
members of Mrs. Paco's family are still permitted to enjoy overnight stays
ReplyDeletehmmmm I might be able to pass as a long lost nephew. Uncle Paco, can I borrow airfare to Chile?
Col. Milquetoast: If you're a real good boy, and eat your peas and keep your room clean, we'll see.
ReplyDeleteUnlike Col. Milquetoast, I have little desire to visit such places anymore. Wanderlust seems to have been squelched some recently. Must be getting old.
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, Paco, thanks for sharing them here!
What a lovely link to family past. I must envy it, considering my own heritage consists of post-WWII ticky-tacky boxes, log cabins, mud-and-wattle huts, with the occasional half-timbered country estate thrown in. Not to mention the various hovels of the Jew and the Indian.
ReplyDelete"Of course, in chucking all this, Mrs. Paco was ultimately rewarded by meeting yours truly, which was...er...an equal exchange, to be sure."
ReplyDeleteThus proving that Dona Paco (assume the tilde, please) may or may not have the family eye for value, but does have a rollicking sense of humor...
Exactly so, old fellow!
ReplyDeleteMy ancestoral estates generally consist of hessian humpies in the middle of the bush.
ReplyDeleteMrs Paco clearly chose quality over quantity.
Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteNow that's my idea of a VRWC HQ building.
ReplyDeletePenguin
bastante elegante
ReplyDeleteSo - any sisters?
ReplyDeleteMojo: Think Cinderella's sisters, dude. I got the pick of the litter.
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