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Sunday, September 21, 2014

In a Belgrade Cemetery

Two summers ago, Mr FS and I went to Vienna, where my mother was born in 1930.  Last summer, we went to Belgrade, where my mother and her parents (and other family members) stayed (1938) before emigrating to the United States.

A most moving part of our journey: a visit to a cemetery in Belgrade.



Image courtesy of my daughter. See her Tumblr for more travel illustrations or her website for more.

5 comments:

Gam Kau said...

So poignant. The past manages to thread its way forward to us in sometimes very tangible ways.

anexactinglife.com said...

I hope she felt a sense of hope despite staying - i.e., with thoughts of launching the following generations.

Duchesse said...

Touching and significant, to feel- not just see-names, to witness one's lineage. And Miss Em has a wonderful style of illustration.

Bmore Bungalow said...

How cool. I always find family history very fascinating.

Frugal Scholar said...

GK--And now that my daughter is there again, it's threading some more...
@exacting--My great-grandmother lived in Belgrade with her daughter and her daughter's family. She chose to stay--even though it was very dangerous for her and for her relatives.
@Duchesse--You always have the right words...
@BB--We're all still trying to figure out what happened--so much is lost and the few surviving participants have very different stories and memories.