Wednesday 2 March 2016

San Juan Capistrano

When I was in school we learned a song, “When the swallows come back to Capistrano...” a love song made popular in 1940. It sounded so romantic.


"Terry, let's take a trip to San Juan Capistrano,” I said as we studied the map of southern California. "It's the place the cliff swallows come back to, and it doesn't look that far."
On our time off between projects, we did just that. To get there we took a winding road, reminiscent of our New Denver days, through the Santa Ana Mountains, ending up at the Mission, one of 21 in what later became Orange County. Terry climbs a boulder to take a picture of the only natural lake in southern California.


The Catholic mission was founded in 1776, where three streams converged, by Father Junipero Serro, and the city of San Juan Capistrano grew up around it. It had been an area populated by the Acjachemen band of native Americans, and the priests sought to evangelize them.
At the gate we were given audio devices which gave us a dramatized account of the history of the mission.

Terry confirmed that the sound was clear and he could hear the words well. We had to move away from the groups of school children, although on the whole they were quiet and respectful, listening to the docents interpreting history on their level. 



The Mission is laid out in a quadrangle, with the ruins of the original Great Stone Church off on the side. Built in 1797, it collapsed in an earthquake in 1812, killing 40 people. 


Some of it has been restored, and a section of adobe wall has been covered in plaster to further preserve it.
Crack caused by earthquake


Guy wired attempt to protect a wall.

Four large bells survived the collapse, two of them cracked. 

The bells have been placed in a bell wall, said to be one of the most picturesque sites in California. The two large ones on the right are recast replicas; the original bells shown above, hang in the quadrangle.


Did you know that bells have a language all their own? When a man died, it was the two large bells that were rung, for women, it was the smaller bells. Different sounds rang out for the deaths of men, women, and children. An ancient means of disseminating news!



The archways (seen on the right of the white wall ruins, five photos up) formed a convenient nesting spot for the swallows each year. The numbers of returning swallows has dwindled over the years, due to urbanization They still return over 2000 miles in the spring from their wintering spot in Goya, Argentina, on or around St. Joseph's Day on March 19. The parade and festivities held on that day probably scare them off as well!

The latest attempt to lure them back involves a couple of artificial archways, on wheels yet, with rows of moulded plastic nests nestled along their curves. Their success has yet to be demonstrated!

Despite the fact that it wasn't March 19th, or that the swallows would probably build their nests on higher places, it was peaceful to stroll the grounds, enjoy the flowers, and contemplate an era gone by.

Yucca plant

Water lilies in the fountain

Koi in the fountain
When I was a child, I thought the phrase "milkweed down" referred to a direction.  This is the first time I've actually seen the milkweed plant, and Monarch butterflies hovering nearby.

The crumbling wall from the back




...the swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar, O Lord...! Ps. 84:4



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