Uncle Jerry sent me an email, saying I ought to look up my great-grandparents'
home town in Slovakia. Sounds like a good idea, right? Dan's grandfathers'
home town is under water (a dam was built up near the Polish border),
so we couldn't go there. But I had clues where to find the Kollars:
1) Close to the Bratislava airport (or where the airport was 30
years ago when Uncle Jerry and Aunt Helen visited).
2) Some cousin they met looked a lot like my great grandfather.
3) You can take a bus there from Bratislava
4) The town's name sounds like Ne-yaku-bo-von-yeh
Should be enough for us, huh? However, there were some other difficulties:
1) I never saw my great grandfather.
2) Uncle Jerry thinks the cousin is probably dead by now
3) Maps aren't written phonetically
4) There's lots of busses in and out of Bratislava
5) I didn't get the email until we left Slovakia and arrived in
So, no finding the roots. However, we did find a village called
Kollarovec, up in the Carpathian mountains. We stopped and took
pictures of it. I'm convinced that this is where my great grandparents
originated. How do I know this?
1) The name of the town is a dead giveaway.
2) Everyone looks like what I imagine my great grandfather looked
3) Every word they said sounded like "Ne-yaku-bo-von-yeh"
4) All the men in the town were named either Mike or John
5) All the women in the town were named either Helen, Mary, or Anna.
Seriously, though, the drive through the mountains was beautiful.
There was 2 inches of fresh snow stuck to the trees - evergreens
mostly. Very rustic buildings - houses, barns and wooden churches.
Kids playing outside on skis. Dan got some good pictures, I think.
We're in Prague now. It's showing outside, which we hear will make
the castle just beautiful in the morning. Tomorrow evening we drive
back to Frankfurt, to fly out Wednesday morning. It'll be GREAT
to get back home to our families.