Your home is where your heart is

Last time I wrote about leaving homes behind due to WWII. I know that those homes were never forgotten. They stayed in the hearts of the people who left them. My parents and grandparents among others. I have seen those precious places were their homes once located. Now there are no houses but the stone foundations. What's lovely is that there still grows some very old trees, berry bushes, apple trees and flowers. We have taken little ones to grow up in our present yards and gardens.

There is only a few photographs of old homes, because a lot of them were lost during war. While the homes are not existing anymore they still remain in our hearts. When I got to my maternal grandmother's childhood place, I laid down to the ground and looked up to the sky. I felt like I was at home too.

My maternal grandmother's childhood home.

There are no photoes of my mother's childhood home, but I have the architectural drawings of it. They are very old and not in good condition but however you can have a clue how beautiful that house had been. The "dirt" in the pictures is old glue, it's sad that it has made pictures so messy. It has been my dream to build a house like that someday.