When my husband and I went to the Czech Republic last July, we stayed at the most awesome Airbnb in Tichá where we met some really lovely people who were basically a Czech version of us. I had not missed my children until I saw hers, and then of course, I missed mine like crazy.
When we were there, we went on a really nice walk and I took some photos. There’s no question in my mind that my ancestors would have walked these roads at some point in their lives. I am guessing that, though the buildings are different, if my ancestors were to go there today, they would probably still recognize it.
In my opinion, this is one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Since I have been doing some research having to do with Kunčice pod Ondřejníkem, and since technically we walked from Tichá, to Kunčice p. O., and then were briefly in Frenštát p. R., I decided I would share the trip.
Walking out the garden gate
It’s pretty common to see tractors in driveways where we live in Iowa, too. Agriculture!
Down the driveway. Many Czechs (in this part of the country at least) have a shared driveway, or a partially shared driveway.
There are shrines and crosses all over the place in this part of the country. I am not totally sure when this one was built, but it looks like the 18th century to me. As in, I am sure that my ancestors could have seen this. The inscription is of John 3:16 (at least part of it is?) – Jan 3, 16 “Nebot’ tak Bůh miloval svět že Syna svého jednorozeného dal, aby každý, kdož věří v něho…” then it gets kind of hard to read. “For God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” Something like that.
The top of the cross.
Of course, since this is a dirt path, I felt extra nostalgic.
My ancestors’ mountains.
What kinds of secret lover’s trysts has this forest seen?
Somebody had a sense of humor!
After a few days in Moravia, I started to bet Danny if the next house we would pass would have window boxes with flowers. I always guessed there would be, and that there would be red geraniums. And there always were. When we got home, I planted some red geraniums in window boxes on my front porch. I will try to save some inside over the winter to keep it from being too dreary and sad.
Notice how these people have the wood stacked up right next to the house, the same way they were at the Trojanovice home at the Wallachian Open Air Museum. Sure beats trudging across the cold, snowy yard to get the wood.
Another plaque somewhere
See the deer?
I had to pinch myself. “Yes, I am really here. There’s a sign that says I am.”