the train ride to Zamosc wasnt too long and the landscape we passed was so picturesque. The light here has a way of making the landscape appear to be glowing at times.
on the ride out of the forest I thought about my grandparents living in this tiny village in the middle of the forest thats now a kind of resort with luxury vacation homes. i thought about how my grandfather would walk through the woods to the nearest large town, Zamosc, for his tailoring work, maybe to buy fabtic or to sell clothing he had made? I thought of how forgotten by time they must have been. Im not sure my grandmother left jozefow until they were forced to flee in the fall of 1939 when she was already in her twenties. A found some pictures online of Jozefow before the war:
and here is the rynek or market square of Zamosc as it appeared last night and where we had dinner at a restaurant called Werona:
we passed the castle walking to the last train back to lublin and i snapped some pics of that and also tried to capture the last rays of light from the train window:
Wow! What an interesting and memorable experience that tugs at your heart while making you want to learn more. Though this was a difficult excursion, it will be one you will always remember, walking in the footsteps of your grandparents.
ReplyDeleteWe’re learning a lot. The pictures do capture the beauty and what appears to be very fertile farmland. I wonder if the yellow is mustard? And huge lilacs everywhere? So close to Ukraine which was once considered the breadbasket of Europe and elsewhere.
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