Maternal Grandparents Home
Thanks to modern science, I found the spot where my mother’s parents had their orchard. The current owners also have fruit trees, though I'm certain they are not the same ones. The trunks look about 20 to 30 years old, to my unpractised eye.
The area is very close to Tallinn’s airport. Not close enough that wheels are already down, but close enough to know it's near. It's mostly rural, but the nearest town is less than a kilometre away, and has many new homes as well as bus service to Tallinn. My mother took a train into the city to go to school, so times have changed.
The land is very flat, and I saw many rolls of hay.
There's a house almost at the GPS coordinates of the old Aalisto farm, with a nice big vegetable patch. There's an even bigger potato patch, and a hothouse that might have had tomatoes. I didn't feel comfortable going close for an inspection.
It was a mighty good thing I had the GPS coordinates on my smart phone. My instinct was always to turn right when I should have turned left. Needless to say, I saw more of the countryside than others with the same tools might have. At one point, I inadvertently drove into someone’s yard. Their dog came out to tell me I wasn't welcome. Sigh.
All in all, it was pretty thrilling. So much so that I completely forgot to look for the churchyard that holds my grandfather’s grave. I should have time when I go back to Tallinn. I think. Maybe.
Right now, I'm in a delightful guesthouse apartment in Haapsalu, on the west coast. It's the hot spot for lace knitting, and I spent the evening working on my shawl that features the most famous stitch -- the nupp (the u is the same o sound as in moon). I'm proud to say that although there are some other mistakes, my nupps are beautiful.
It's 12:30 my time, so I'll sign off for now.
The area is very close to Tallinn’s airport. Not close enough that wheels are already down, but close enough to know it's near. It's mostly rural, but the nearest town is less than a kilometre away, and has many new homes as well as bus service to Tallinn. My mother took a train into the city to go to school, so times have changed.
The land is very flat, and I saw many rolls of hay.
There's a house almost at the GPS coordinates of the old Aalisto farm, with a nice big vegetable patch. There's an even bigger potato patch, and a hothouse that might have had tomatoes. I didn't feel comfortable going close for an inspection.
It was a mighty good thing I had the GPS coordinates on my smart phone. My instinct was always to turn right when I should have turned left. Needless to say, I saw more of the countryside than others with the same tools might have. At one point, I inadvertently drove into someone’s yard. Their dog came out to tell me I wasn't welcome. Sigh.
All in all, it was pretty thrilling. So much so that I completely forgot to look for the churchyard that holds my grandfather’s grave. I should have time when I go back to Tallinn. I think. Maybe.
Right now, I'm in a delightful guesthouse apartment in Haapsalu, on the west coast. It's the hot spot for lace knitting, and I spent the evening working on my shawl that features the most famous stitch -- the nupp (the u is the same o sound as in moon). I'm proud to say that although there are some other mistakes, my nupps are beautiful.
It's 12:30 my time, so I'll sign off for now.
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