Acacia road.

What beautiful trees. Sorry I can't listen to the music as I'm having download problems, but did so enjoy the pictures and your moving story. Why did the mayors want to cut the trees down? It seems strange when they are so lovely. Your grandparents must have been very brave and strong people.

A superbly, moving story Katarina!

Steragram@they were not my grandparents, they were my godfather and godmother. They never had their own children. Godfather was the oldest brother of my grandfather. Well, as the trees grow along road, they often reach with branches to electric cables or just get in the way. So they were several times drastically cut. But beekeepers love them. In this region is produced famous acacia honey.

That's a lovely story Kat, lovely pics and music too.

That is a very moving story, Katarina. You must be very proud of your Godparents. No wonder you miss them.

How wonderful to have a sense of your history and more importantly to understand it, I would imagine it felt very moving to see the Acacia in bloom bringing back memories of your god parents.

Lovely story Kat - they truly are special people!
My grandmother was from a town in Germany quite near to the Czech border. Sadly I hardly knew her.

Unfortunately, they both didn´t see the formal fall of an old regime. Godfather returned from prison with a bad ill and died in seventies. Grandmother died when she was around 90. Till her 80 she used to drive bicycle, (it is normal traffic in villages, lol) and worked in a large garden. She ate a lot of honey and I rememeber that even few days before her death she had very nice skin. But I think, after the formal fall of an old regime she was even more angry then before that. She saw, how those who prosecuted them, got good jobs abroad and at home, some in police, some in politics, she fighted for return of her estates, which were not all returned. I think the most sad moment for her was, when she came to the church, which her husband financed and took care for at the beginning as curator. It was anniversary of its foundation and nobody from priests mentioned her husband. Everybody there was talking just about themselves, how they served there. The only exception was a young Baptist priest who asked all to thank "to all brothers and sisters, who in spite of adversities, built this temple". This country is country of communistic posthumous children and Velvet revolution was just deal.

Sorry for the mistake Katarina! In understand about the trees now - I had thought they were in your godparents' garden. This story should make us in the UK count our blessings! Thank you for sharing it with us.

I am sorry to dissapoint you, steragram. Mamy communists from czechoslovakia live now in the uk and there are also respected british citizens and institutions which help them. As you had never experience with them , you are easily misled. In fact, they are peole like you and me.

Such pretty photos, Kat ..
bringing back lots of thoughts and memories ...

Very interesting and moving stories relating to your Godparents, living in very difficult and sad circumstances Kat. pleased you have the trees to remember the good times though...

I think you misunderstood me Katarina, I don't understand why you think you disappoint me? I was just sympathising with the difficult time your Godfather went through in the past, not judging anyone at all.

Steragram@I think I understood you. You said, that you must have appreciated where you live. Relating to that I replied, that sometimes democracies make shelter for the most cunning persons, if they have money and connections there. That was what I meant. Nothing personal, of course. Thank you for the comment.
Dottydausy@I almost forgot the trees, as majority of the year they are not so attractive. Their smell made me to look up ;-)
Oh, yes, TT.