~~First of all, I want to thank Patrizia Veroli for her work. I may also have some rather negative information for Mr Friedrichs.
I am a relative of Angiola. My mother, Lydia, was her step-sister. In 1918, Giulio Aristide Sartorio remarried. Out of this second marriage, with Marga Sevilla an actress who had starred in his film "Il Mistero di Galatea", were born my mother and my uncle Lucio.
I met Angiola on various occasions between 1979 and her death. I had met her also on a couple of previous occasions, but I had been too young to remember much.
Just before our first important meeting with her (Xmas 1979) Angiola had suffered a major loss. She used to live in a house in the woods just outside the national park of Yosemite. In the Fall of 1979, given her age, she had decided to move to an apartment in Santa Barbara. She had found one and left there a couple of suitcases. On her return to Yosemite, she discovered that her house had burnt down. No clear origin for the fire was ascertained, but she mentioned some repairs that had recently been done to the heating system.
During our stay with her she took us to Yosemite and also showed us where her house had stood. It was an eerie experience. There was a round clearing in the wood. Everything was covered with snow and you could not tell what may have been there. The only thing emerging from the snow was the stone fireplace right in the middle of the clearing. The other telling sign was that most trees still had a brownish color where they had suffered from the fire.
Angiola told us that she had been working for years on a history of ballet, but that all her material and notes had been destroyed in the fire. As had, I assume, most of the concrete memories of her life.
We met her a number of other times. In 1989 she came to Hamburg where she had a friend, another ballerina. My wife and I found the day with these two girls fascinating. They were both well over 80 and much more active than us. Angiola had just spent three weeks in India, in a monastery where monks from Tibet had fled, to study and taperecord their dances. With her permission I returned to Hamburg the following week-end with my laptop and a portable printer. I asked her to tell me about her life, wrote it down, showed the text to her and added other elements. After three iterations I had twenty pages (in Italian) that I shared with my cousins, sisters and brother.
I leave my e-mail address – fabio@colasanti.it - for anyone interested in discovering more from the little I know about Angiola Sartorio.
~~First of all, I want to thank Patrizia Veroli for her work. I may also have some rather negative information for Mr Friedrichs.
I am a relative of Angiola. My mother, Lydia, was her step-sister. In 1918, Giulio Aristide Sartorio remarried. Out of this second marriage, with Marga Sevilla an actress who had starred in his film "Il Mistero di Galatea", were born my mother and my uncle Lucio.
I met Angiola on various occasions between 1979 and her death. I had met her also on a couple of previous occasions, but I had been too young to remember much.
Just before our first important meeting with her (Xmas 1979) Angiola had suffered a major loss. She used to live in a house in the woods just outside the national park of Yosemite. In the Fall of 1979, given her age, she had decided to move to an apartment in Santa Barbara. She had found one and left there a couple of suitcases. On her return to Yosemite, she discovered that her house had burnt down. No clear origin for the fire was ascertained, but she mentioned some repairs that had recently been done to the heating system.
During our stay with her she took us to Yosemite and also showed us where her house had stood. It was an eerie experience. There was a round clearing in the wood. Everything was covered with snow and you could not tell what may have been there. The only thing emerging from the snow was the stone fireplace right in the middle of the clearing. The other telling sign was that most trees still had a brownish color where they had suffered from the fire.
Angiola told us that she had been working for years on a history of ballet, but that all her material and notes had been destroyed in the fire. As had, I assume, most of the concrete memories of her life.
We met her a number of other times. In 1989 she came to Hamburg where she had a friend, another ballerina. My wife and I found the day with these two girls fascinating. They were both well over 80 and much more active than us. Angiola had just spent three weeks in India, in a monastery where monks from Tibet had fled, to study and taperecord their dances. With her permission I returned to Hamburg the following week-end with my laptop and a portable printer. I asked her to tell me about her life, wrote it down, showed the text to her and added other elements. After three iterations I had twenty pages (in Italian) that I shared with my cousins, sisters and brother.
I leave my e-mail address – fabio@colasanti.it - for anyone interested in discovering more from the little I know about Angiola Sartorio.
Fabio Colasanti