Tuesday, March 03, 2009

The Village – Part 3

It was mildly anti-climactic that the “Babin” sign was covered by a tree. But that didn’t stop the shivers from running down my spine. There is something chilling about entering a city that not only shares your last name, but also represents the conditions that your forbearers ostensibly emerged from. This unique experience is one that not everyone gets to experience (unless your last name is “Midway”).

We took our customary pictures in front of the sign. My dad can now boast the elusive Grand Slam of “getting your picture taken next to a sign with one of your names on it.” Fifteen years earlier he was seen standing next to a sign that read “<- Gary” (the arrow was conveniently pointing towards him).

Obligations done, we headed into the village centre. Along the way, we saw what can only be described as a “time warp.” A man, straight out of the 19th century, was pushing a wheelbarrow (also circa 1853) up a hill. Some things never change in this village.

In the centre, there was a post office, a small monument, and a shop. Our driver stopped to ask an old lady (circa 1923) where the cemetery was. She said she was going in that direction, so we gave her a ride. The 5 minute trip, mainly on dirt roads, was accompanied by the smell of southwest Ukrainian river fish emanating from the woman’s bag.

Up at the cemetery, we spent time perusing the names on the gravestones. Many of the last names could also be found in the Grand Forks phonebook. What are the chances?

Our search complete, albeit empty-handed, we headed back down the hill to the main dirt road. Luckily, the man who knows everything about the village happened to be outside getting ready to go for a wedding. He would be able to tell us what was going on.

3 Comments:

At 6:22 AM, Blogger ryan101 said...

"It was mildly anti-climactic that the “Babin” sign was covered by a tree. But that didn’t stop the shivers from running down my spine."

...i get the same feeling everytime i walk up a "hill"...

 
At 7:49 AM, Blogger kent said...

You must not have walked up too many if you still get a tingly feeling in your spine.

 
At 9:44 AM, Anonymous Gary said...

I'm currently looking for a town called edward then I will have the trifecta.
I can still picture that man and his barrow. He was right out of a novel by dostoyevsky.

 

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