Memories of My Ancestral Home I always thought that the village had been burned down or otherwise destroyed. When I learned that it still remained, I was overjoyed. To find the small houses just as they were, was a gift that allowed me to really step back in time.
This is a house just like the ones that my parents lived in. Each plank of wood, every worn shingle, the entrance, the garden, the wood storage, connected me to their lives. I tried to remember all that my mother had told me, and now I could finally see it as it was then.