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Dogs in my family My Grandgrandfather with his familly and ...dogs, of course...
"I remember, Julia, called Lula, born in 1866, was a spinster till her forties and kept house in Zbylitowska Góra. At that time, one winter day, she went for a walk by the Dunajec river, obviously with the dogs, as it was a family passion. All the backwaters near the Dunajec were covered with ice then. While she was crossing such a frozen backwater, the ice broke down and auntie Lula was close to drowning. One of the dogs, a Saint Bernard named Bari, ran to the manor and pulled at and pestered people so long as they realized that something had happened, and got help which let auntie Lula off the hook. My grandmother, when she had learned about it, kissed the dog solemnly on the paw." - so was my grandfather writing in his diary.
 Manor-house in Zbylitowska Gora, habitat of my ancestors for 600 years. Stolen by comunists in 1944 |
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