VOLCANO AT MY SHOULDER: THE DEATH AND TAXIS BIT

Pompeii Amphitheater in 1985

Pompeii Amphitheater in 1985

I’ve carried a fascination for the doomed city of Pompeii for a long time – ever since I got to wander its ruins almost 30 years ago (as a mere babe, of course…).  So I jumped at the chance to check out the recent attraction “Pompeii:  The Exhibition” at the California Science Center.  It showcased the tragic time capsule Mount Vesuvius created out of an ancient Roman town – and it reminded me of how Pompeii struck me back in the day as an expression of both sides of the life and death coin we all have to carry in our pockets.

Volcanoes like Vesuvius haven’t had so direct an impact on my life – although they were a presence even before my Pompeii visit.  Like in 1980 when my big brother Rich was getting ready for his wedding and Mount St. Helens decided to erupt.  Although now an Oregonian, Rich wanted to get married in the Bay Area church of his boyhood.  So he drove south early (and with no difficulty) to see to details like renting a suit and meeting with the pastor – but the Oregon-based bridesmaids and groomsmen who’d counted on plane travel ran into postponed and canceled flights after the cataclysm just one state away.

Mount St. Helens in 2004

Mount St. Helens in 2004

In the end though, there was only one wedding party member whose attendance became questionable.  And this wasn’t on account of the great volcano but of a small detail.  In all the chaos, Rich hadn’t bothered to try on that rented suit until just before his walk down the aisle – which is when he discovered the pants were too small.  Not “Can’t you just suck in your gut for a few hours?” too small, but wayyy too small.  So while the groom and the best man (my other big brother, Jack) raced to find a sartorial substitute, others of us rushed to assure the bride that no, her hubby-to-be wasn’t having second thoughts, and to whisper to the church organist that yes, we needed her please to keep those lovely hymns coming!

I might have seen the wisdom that day in giving active volcanoes a wide berth (especially when event planning), but years later when Jack and I vacationed on the Big Island of Hawaii, we were determined to do anything but.  Not content just to drive to the summit of presently dormant Mauna Kea, tour the Kīlauea Visitor Center and scramble around old lava tubes, we wanted to witness some real volcanic action.   It was a promising sign when we came across a cooled lava flow that had casually reclaimed the stretch of road we were on.  And we could see from a distance the telltale rise of steam where hot lava had reached the coast and was sliding into the sea – so we took off across the bubbled landscape in search of the source.  We wanted to dice with one of those vivid red rivers.  To stand at its edge and feel the heat through our shoes!

Jack and I did encounter lots of lava on the trip – just not the molten kind.  Which probably wasn’t a bad thing.

Big Island lava flow

Big Island lava flow

Through the years, I’ve explored Big Island formations, surveyed scorched terrain around Mount St. Helens and also camped among the stark lava fields of Idaho’s Craters of the Moon.  But for me, the volcanic encounter that tops them all still has to be at Pompeii.  

On a backpack tour of Europe during college, my friend Kelly and I made a side trip there from Rome – and we fell for a bit of a tourist trap along the way.  With three fellow American students, we arrived by train and were trying to make sense of a map outside the station when a very helpful taxi driver made the kind offer to take all five of us to the site for a special rate.

Annnd we bit.

Despite our driver’s engaging banter, we couldn’t help noticing that he was just taking us in one very large figure eight.  When our Chatty Cabbie finally pulled over at the entrance to the ruins (actually, the back entrance where his wife just happened to be peddling souvenirs), we were only a short walk from the station.  Ah well – lesson learned.

Now, we turned our attention to learning how the 79 A.D. residents of Pompeii might have earned their keep.  While the explosion of Mount Vesuvius was fatal to this thriving Roman city, the detail it left behind was incredible.  Here were cobbled streets the people once strolled and the facades of homes and shops where they went about their daily routines – all eventually discovered under layers of volcanic ash.

Years later, I’d get to see artifacts from Pompeii right here in L.A. – but on the day, the one non-structural thing I came across was a mesmerizing plaster figure housed in a case.  It was one of a number of casts made during excavations by filling in gaps in the ash which had once held smothered bodies; though the bodies were long gone, what remained were amazingly defined images of the very moments the Pompeiians perished.

"Pompeii:  The Exhibition" at the California Science Center

“Pompeii: The Exhibition” at the California Science Center

I tend to look for humor in even the worst situations – but it escaped me there in 1985.  At what was still a tender, unaffected age, I felt as though staring into this cast of an agonized face was like getting a look at Death itself.  Unpredictable.  Indifferent.  Inevitable.  During my whole stay, I never shook the sense that Death still loomed close by in the form of that mountain, carrying a great scythe of lava and ash.  I had an urge to look away or even run away – but for a long while, I couldn’t seem to do either.

There were more of these poignant casts in the Pompeii exhibition, along with all kinds of excavated items the townspeople owned and were maybe even using right before those final shocking moments.  There were beautiful mosaics and brilliant frescoes depicting Roman scenes (including some quite graphic ones that once adorned a local brothel).  There were coins and amphorae and gladiator helmets, tools for plying trades like fishing, cooking and medicine, and shrines at which the residents would have worshipped, with some items situated in displays showing the context in which they’d have been seen or used.

Beyond these finds, the region is still yielding up secrets!  It’s just been in the news that a type of x-ray will now allow for the reading of papyrus scrolls buried by Vesuvius that were thought too charred ever to be deciphered.

And what did I come away with after my brushes with volcanoes?  A few lessons, I suppose.  By getting to walk the streets of Pompeii as a youth, I realized that although we’re separated by centuries, those people and their occupations, preoccupations and fates might not have been all that different from me and mine (well, you know…except for the brothel thing).  And standing right where so many lives were cut short in a devastating fusion of the everyday and the momentous, I thought a bit harder about making good use of whatever time I might have.

Well, there’s some rather thick pyroclastic prose…

Anyway, those would be the big ticket items.  But a volcano was also instrumental in my learning that I really need to try on rented gear just as soon as I pick it up.  And if I ever make it to Pompeii again, this time I’m not going to be grabbing a cab.

Looming volcano

Looming volcano

13 comments

  1. Great posts – I’ve stayed in a cottage a few yards down from the bridge in Beddgelert; fraid the legend is believed to be a tale concocted by a local landlord to improve trade!

    1. Thanks! And, yeah, that’s my understanding too…but boy does it work!

  2. Don’t feel too bad, I was raised on a carnival, and I’m pretty sure I met a guy who might have sold the Brooklyn Bridge on more than one occasion. A good story’s a good story, and like you said, you were young. But what I wouldn’t have given to be that close to Mt. Vesuvius. I live in Vancouver, and every day, I look out my window to the south, just to make sure Mt. Baker is still intact, and not spewing ash in my general direction. 🙂

  3. Lovely post, it sounds like you enjoyed Pompeii quite a bit more than I did! It looked a lot nicer 30 years ago than when I was there 8 years ago…I know the ruins probably haven’t changed much, but when I went it was so hot, and everything just looked dull and dead (which is perhaps the point of Pompeii, but I don’t seem to recall the ampitheatre being all charmingly overgrown like that).

    1. Thank you! And interesting to hear how things have changed there over time (I wonder what seasonal changes there are as well). I’d like to get back there someday before I become a relic, myself… Thanks again!

  4. davidwhallen · · Reply

    wonderful! In 1980 my then wife was studying Roman glass and I joined her on her three week museum tour through Italy. Pompeii was the last call – we too arrived at the station to be greeted by a taxi driver who asked if we wanted somewhere cheap to stay – his sister had a reasonable place. We said OK and off we went. He asked if we’d been to Pompeii before and we said ‘no’. We should, of course, have said ‘yes’. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at his sister’s place – all very good – and he got his fat fare. After settling in we went for a stroll, turned the first corner and – there was the station! Brilliant! – and it wasn’t his sister, of course. Anyway, enjoyed the visit and many visits since – just wary of taxis!

    1. Oh my – guess we all live and learn. (And I suppose we all have to make a lira or two as well…) Thanks for sharing your story!

  5. Been to Pompeii 5 years ago (;

    1. You’ve got me beat! I bet there’s been a lot of work done since 1985.

  6. Pompeii gave me the shivers. We spent a February day there… few people so we could go around unhindered!! Your last photo looks just like one we took… the bit of cloud hanging ominously! I spent most of the day sketching what I was seeing… fun of a different kind! 😉

    1. Sounds like you had some real atmosphere too and great that you captured it in sketches!

      1. I tried! Place still gives me the creeps!! 😉

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