Another Holiday…. (More Village Later)

Dover Holiday 38b

Coming up Saturday is what some might call fundamental if one is talking about national holidays.  Independence Day is not unique to the United States but without it there’s no new nation wherever it is.  Certainly it is fitting to pause in whatever occupies a person (unless it’s vital of course) to acknowledge that the nation was formed and (if necessary) to make note of the day even if it is nearly a week ahead.  So it is being done in advance.

Happy Fourth of July, everyone.Birthday cake

 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 5

Now that the earth has changed course, there is chance to get back to the village briefly, which is fittingly right as yesterday (when this was finished) be Father’s Day.  A something to explore if one is into such things is what’s called a “castle.”  The one with the village is abandoned and crumbling.  The history of it (somewhere) says it was used for a time as something like a monastery even though it seems it was built as a usual “rich aristocrat’s” home and protector of a border region.  This is a good view: 

view of the castle in winter

One far away and unfamiliar with such a life might need a little imagination here not so much for living in a grand house (as is known, the ancestors didn’t) but for what it might be like living near one.  Did one keep such a place just in the back of one’s mind?  Would a walk on the road  going there make a difference?  And, for that matter, one might wonder about the buildings along the road.  Did any of what’s there now exist back in the days of the family, and did some ancestor perhaps work at the “castle”?  How?

street to the castle in winter 

Things can look the same yet be very different.Coffee cup   

Minor Holiday (Or Two) Is Near

While there is more to be said for the village, again the discussion must sit on hold for “observance” of a holiday assuming one sees “holiday” more or less as “holyday” and not “vacation time.”  The two days in mind here would not be considered holy or even notable by some.  However both should be at least “noted.”  One’s the summer solstice, a day on which the order of life is reversed.  That will be something happening a little after noon come Sunday.  The other is the man-made “Flag Day” that was yesterday.  The day doesn’t do anything much as flying the flag is more a symbol than anything else. 

First, the solstice.  Primitive people understood seasons even if they thought the world to be flat.  The solstices were surely important among them, maybe very sacred.  The “modern world” might consider it just another day, but if one tries to relate to the natural order it’s pivotal.  A person might consider it a time to be a guidepost for any future action (same with the winter solstice, although it seems that does somewhat happen in December).  There is a sadness in the summer solstice.  The promise is negative, as if the receding light says, “That is it for this year, and I’m leaving.”  At least it does come back. 

Flags are symbols.  They’re out in the wind telling folks where to go or where not to go.  There is not really much desperate reason for Americans to fly American flags when they are clearly on American soil.  What it amounts to is an announcement.  That might be something concrete like a flag in front of a government building.  It is a reminder to those that see it of where they are or maybe what they have.  Displayed by an individual it means something like support of or faith in the nation.  It doesn’t hurt to do that by putting one up at times as an act of citizenship. 

In depth study can be anywhere.Sun

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 4

village Square

The town square (it says) in a small town.  There’s room there for a festival near a shadow of a church.  Perhaps because it’s a small place faith was evidently kept well enough during both the communist era and that era before it attributed to Germany.  Pictures show two churches, a Catholic and a Protestant.  The churches aren’t any vast cathedral, they’re just places of worship for those that live there just as the town square empty for that moment of photography is for those that live there, although it is said tourism is a goal.  Well, at present there is at least one big thing to tour, but that’ll have to be seen in another essay some day in the future. 

There seemed to be reason to start digging around in the ancestry stuff, especially since today’s world has given everyone the means to do so.  It most likely would never have been started had the family settled anywhere beside the “birthplace of aviation.”  That, now, is of historic importance.  While there was probably nothing related to that in said ancestry (and if so it certainly wasn’t any matter discussed over the dinner table) a few words that could be put somewhere might be interesting to some.  It didn’t hurt to look around.  The looking was immediately stymied when it was discovered the village is in another country now, not the one originally expected. 

Suddenly, there can be trips to the unknown.Airplane 

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 3

The holiday is over so back to the previous topic, with a different picture relating to the village.  This was just described as the street in the village (going to it as it is seen in the distance).  Again, it looks quite like any snow-graced American town might look as one approaches it on a highway.  How it was in days long past is not clear, unless possibly the building was there back then.  It’s a point to remember; there are also noteworthy differences. 

the street in Ozdanyy

If technical, the population is 1580 (or so, as that is a figure from 2005).  And, something was there for at least 700 years as the first written reference was dated to the 14th century.  Somewhere it said Hungarians governed that part of the small nation to which the village belongs for a thousand years, but it’s not that way now.

The kinfolk then, left a place with customs (and history) established over centuries.  It was probably ingrained in the fabric of life a lot more than the ways of their “new land.”  They did carry with them things like religion and that was even older in its ways.  Religion did not vanish when the dish shattered.  Things like common foods surely did not, either.  And, of course, the picture in “Part 1” suggests this should likely be described as “Main Street” as it seems to be like many such streets, a highway going through a town getting people somewhere else. It probably has been that for a long time, well into the past be that with or without paving.  To outward appearances, it looks like a hundred years later descendants of those that left would feel right at home.  It’s not likely at all.    

Tomorrow’s another day for another look at things.Auto