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Табличка "Uwaga pies" изготовлена для пана Збышека , для его пса Бари. Ведь, когда предупрежден, значит осведомлен и не стоит испытывать судьбу. Каждый друг, брат наш меньший верен своему хозяину он узнает всех по запаху , а кто обидел пса он помнит и не простит. Берегите заботу о своих питомцах. Любите их и балуйте вкуснятиной. The plate "Uwaga pies" is made for Pan Zbyshek, for his dog Bari. After all, when warned, then aware and should not tempt fate. Every friend, our younger brother is faithful to his master, he recognizes everyone by smell, and who offended the dog, he remembers and will not forgive. Take care of your pets. Love them and indulge in yummy. #woodcarvingklunko #signboard #sign #uwagapies #threading #wooddesing #woodworking #woodwork #woodworker #woodcarver #woodcraft #woodturning #holzschnitzerei #木雕 #tallademadera #вывеска #табличка #uwagapies #резьбаподереву (at Sławatycze) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsgXI97njOB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jucuylv4g3vn

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janiklandre-blog · 7 years

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Friday, March 17, 2017

St.Patrick's Day - 9:30 a.m. a bit warmer, not enough to melt snow - hate this time change - woke at 7:15 when it should have been 6:15 and had to hurry to get through my routines - got the nicest letter from Prague yesterday - my friend Dana, whom I met in 1945 - it starts with "in unserem hoehen Alter" - in our very old age - what a relief to all the people who claim they feel like 25 and act like 25 at 85 - it's an odd letter, in very good German and obviously not written either by her or her husband - she and I exhanged countless letters after I left Prague - their German is not that good - Dana's family was of old Czech - Bohemian - background, they owned an estate in the country and were Czech patriots - who hated the German occupation - immediately after 1945 their estate was "confiscated" and nationalized - they grieved for it. Her father had made in advertising - writing little self help type booklets, I never saw much of him, it seems he took a lot of anger out on his wife and beautiful daughter - her mother had a medical degree she had hardly used - but they did have a beautiful apartment, in Vinohrady, Prague 12, a prestige neighborhood next to a wonderful park, Rigrove Sady - and Dana and her husband Zbysek lived there until the early 90's when - a German? - bought the house and they were evicted. They had to move into the valley called Zizkov, Prague 11, where Zbysek had grown up - a working class neighbohood a big come down for Dana. I visited there, last in 2012 with my grandson Ian - and they still were in pretty good shape then - I have found myself greatly slipping since last fall - and they too must have slipped a lot since then.

They are both retired historians - he worked for the military museum, she in numesmatics - coins - in the state museum above the Vaclavski Namesti - wheere in 1989 these huge demonstrations took place. They had one child, Suzanka - who had two children - and when Dana still wrote herself - she wrote me in Czech that I understand - she always wrote how incomprehensible these new generations were to her. Dana and Zbyshek have kept away from computers, cell phones, cars - as also a couple I know in Vienna - they are sweetly old fashioned, proper meals at proper times, courteous - and this German letter in somebody else's hand writing, addressing me as Marianne - it always was: Jana - is a bit weird - they say they lost mobility - as I have! - and that just running their household is an effort - same here. They say they heard the phone ring when I tried to call, but that so many swindlers call, especially from abroad - I guess they must also be a bit paranoid. The date of the letter is March 5 - got her March 16 - cannot read postage stamp. four lovely stamps - now I must get it together to send another snail mail to them - totally out of practice. I do want to answer.

Growing old - they too say, just like you (I had written them a snail mail letter) we think much of our youth - I have to impress on my sons who think I do too much reminiscing - that is what old people do and we try to still leave a bit of history behind - and also remind them of days they were younger. They barely tolerate that. Once upon a time - I had always seen myself in a corner in a rocking chair, in a house, a fire burning and surrounded by young, related or not related - who would cherish the history I have to offer - of the long years I have experienced - now I thank for this here computer to be able to write it in this cold and solitary room.

I would love to get to Prague once more! The city I love most - the people, so kind, so giving - people of an oppressed land. with a great dark humor and they are what in Spanish is: carinioso - they take tender care of each other, shield each other - they always were at the station when I arrived (the airport in 1957 - all were there) - cooked for me the fruit dumplings I love, showered me with presents, Dana with beautiful book of ohotograohs, alas, they burned in 2000 - embarassed me, the American, for not bringing more to them, taking me to the stastion again, Wilsonovo Nadrazi - named for the American president Wilson who in 1918 did help create the Czechoslovakia of Masaryk - a wonderful country until 1939 - after 1945 it fell under Russian rule - one friend whom I called in 1989: I just survived 40 years of communist hell. Hard times. I visited many times during those years - a pauper in Vienna from where I mostly travelled - in Prague for $20 I could take ten friends to the best restaurant. It was also weird.

I believe it was Dubcek who gave in to the damands of the Slovaks for their own state and now it is Czech Republic - Bohemia and Moravia, where my mother was born - and I don't follow any more what is happening there - don't read any of the great books written in Czech - only read about scandals in the NYT. When I visited in Communist times my friends believed I lived in paradise - now they all tell me - we now know - we still much prefer capitalism - but - their pensions are small, prices high - their children can take more advantage of the changes than they can.

Not really what I meant to write about this morning - and my time is running out - getting up at 7:15 it took me 45 minutes to shower, another 30 minutes to prepare and eat my healthy musely - then a quick dash to the deli for the NYT and a cup of coffee - quick, nothing is really quick any more. Did get through most of part A of the nyt, but left a mess upstairs and in 40 minutes Molly is coming and I want to clean up - in the nyt got caught up reading about the ambulance driver who got killed - a woman, 44, mother of five, with the fire department for 19 years - how do women do that? Like the waitress in Amherst who also had 5 children. These are the women who loook at me and tell me you never worked a day in your life - true - I have very conciously made my life as comfortable as I could - talked and written a lot about my life on a shoe string - appreciated by some - but not by New Englanders. They are such work horses - part of me admires them - part of me feels sorry for them. So different from me.

Yesterday a very slow day - morning excursion for nyt and cake already an effort - enjoyed writing, actually read it after I had sent it and was ashamed of the many errors - then I spent a good 30 minutes painfully opening a can of pink salmon, pressed some gsarlic, chopped some onion, added mayonnaise - still, it's dry and I still have some left - read the nyt, by the time I made it to the roof it was 4:30 (where did the time go?) sat in the sun for 30 minutes - great - off for more shopping - the walk to 4th street and down 4th to the deli with 5 branches is good - got a few supplies - everything is too heavy now - came home, turned on news, all about weather - made a few calls - one friend finding time to talk to me, thank you - close to 9 a friend came - it is the recent 8 p.m. - stayed for an hour - I ate too much sweets - bran flakes with half and half - forgot to weigh myself this morning, afraid I'm putting lost pounds back on - and fell asleep reading about merchant wanting to turn a huge house in Soho on Broadway into the sort of place where you buy all out of boxes - he was disappointed when he did not meet with enthusiasm at the Community Board 2 meeting - and then, slept quite well, considering how little I had moved - off to clean apartment adios Marianne excuse typos and errors please

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