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thirteenrocksAlthough the air was crisp, like fall, but it was spring, the sun shone bringing light to the day. With some crude knowledge of the area, road signs, and a map-I took off from Ettelbruck and headed West into the Luxembourg countryside.
History blew on me, climbing hills, into a small isolated town, which had its own suburb type sections, where cars were few, and the day was just starting, school kids playing in the yard, unaware of a "forigner" in the surroundings.
Churchyards becon, and in a county where space is premium, the out of the way chapel held the momuments of ancestors. My ancestors. Returning to a land they left in the 1700's by boat, pieces of them returning by air. Took out my small notebook, and started copying each and every stone. Dates, information, vitals. Snapshots of each. Documentation. I may not come this way again.
Talked to my father tonight... although the last attempt for any internation travel with him never amounted to anything except excuses, I may luck out this time around. with the contact of a relative over there, he's taken the inititive of looking at flights and hotel reservations. Exciting.
Its not about the cost. Its about the willingness to let go, and achieve ones goals. For the amont of time he has spent data entry, research, letter writting, and comparing data, dates, photos, and information, and the endless cost of obtaining such, a trip to the place where it all began, seems only fitting.
The journy is more than the destination.........
History blew on me, climbing hills, into a small isolated town, which had its own suburb type sections, where cars were few, and the day was just starting, school kids playing in the yard, unaware of a "forigner" in the surroundings.
Churchyards becon, and in a county where space is premium, the out of the way chapel held the momuments of ancestors. My ancestors. Returning to a land they left in the 1700's by boat, pieces of them returning by air. Took out my small notebook, and started copying each and every stone. Dates, information, vitals. Snapshots of each. Documentation. I may not come this way again.
Talked to my father tonight... although the last attempt for any internation travel with him never amounted to anything except excuses, I may luck out this time around. with the contact of a relative over there, he's taken the inititive of looking at flights and hotel reservations. Exciting.
Its not about the cost. Its about the willingness to let go, and achieve ones goals. For the amont of time he has spent data entry, research, letter writting, and comparing data, dates, photos, and information, and the endless cost of obtaining such, a trip to the place where it all began, seems only fitting.
The journy is more than the destination.........