1962 Kozarišče – At Stepping Stones
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A view from Kucelj across Loška dolina
This view is from Kucelj in Loška dolina in avgust 1962. On left are fields of Kozarišče at right there are of Iga vas. The road in the middle of the photo leads from Kozarišče to Pudob. In the left bottom corner a curve of the road from Vrh to Podgora is visible. Far at the foot of hills Stari trg is visible.
Our short cut from Kozarišče village to the primary or high schools went over a little creek and through the field. The stepping-stones in the water were there ever since anybody remembered.
Sometimes when we went to school, the fast running creek would spill over our stepping-stones and make us walk all the way back to the main road, arrived late to school. This often happened in spring or autumn. In winter we would not even go there, because we knew under the snow there was water.
The stepping-stones were my special place. I enjoyed picking wild flowers that grew in the marshy side of the creek.
On the way to school, I would hurry and just run across. On the way home, I walked with my friends and we all liked to hang around. Sometimes we would tippy-toe over the highest stones, balancing with our arms spread and flapping them like birds’ wings.
Schoolfriend Ema (Kozarišče 1951)
“Look at me,” shouted Ema on the stepping stones one day. Maria and I turned around just as she gave out a scream and fell in the water.
“Arh, are you alright?” we asked with our girl’s high pitch voice. The water was not too deep and it would not have been so bad, if she had landed on her feet, but she rolled into cold water and could have hit her head on rocks on the bottom. We positioned our footing and reached for her hand, pulled her out of the water and then burst laughing. Ema’s flawless complexion got red and her dark eyes welled up with tears. Her wet dress stuck to her well-developed body. She was a year older than us.
“Look at me. I look like a drowned rat,” she cried. She leaned sideways and grabbed hold of her long dark hair and wrung out the water.
“So lucky the boys didn’t come with us today. They would laugh,” I said. Ema suddenly jumped in front of us and yelled, “Do NOT tell them, promise me, you’ll not tell, promise!”
“We promise,” we said with low and disappointed voices, because she took away our bit of fun.
On the left, somehow darker, are orchards of Iga vas. The road from Iga vas runs from Mlakar’s shop (trgovina Mlakar) and school on the right, passes bigger an longer building (zadružni dom) and continues to Pudoba which is surounded with orchards from all sides. Behind Pudob at the foot of hill Križna gora there is Stari trg.
The road from Kozarišče (left) leads to Pudoba. White spot below the hill (Nadleški hrib) is Nadlesk. It is august and all the grass is already cut. It is dried to hay on ostrnice.
And where is the area with the stepping stones? It is slightly lower than the center of photo.
Foto: Emilia Truden 2012
This is how the stepping stones looked like in 2012. The photo is aimed in the opposite direction than the BW photo.
The area is abnadoned and lonely now. People of Kozarišče use cars for moving from vilage to vilage. The creek is still in the same position but the bushes are neary entirely removed all the way to Iga vas.
And I don’t know if that special variety of snowdrops are still growing there. The yungsters of Kozarišče they know nothing about them. Nobody uses the shortcut any more.
Location: Kozarišče, a vew from Kucelj
Photo date: 1.-15.8.1962
Photographer: Fanči Šarf
Collection: Slovenski etnografski muzej, Teren 19 – Loška dolina F0000019/093
Scaned: 30. 8. 2011 (Slovenski etnografski muzej)
Format: negative
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g.Miloš, vse je prav tako kot ste popravil. Hvala. Razlog zakaj se nisem oglasila prej je zopet moj ‘neznam’ s computorjem. Čakala sem da se boste oglasil, ker sem vedela da sta šla v London. Jaz komaj čakam da bi spet kaj napisala, no, ko je prišla vnukinja Ruby mi je pokazala emails ki so bili kaj jaz vem kje, se jih je polno nabralo kar 33 jaz da vzdihujem, ki noben ne piše. Tako, v Angleščini ‘Shortcut’ ste tudi dobil. Radi slik moram vprašat Ruby zopet. Ima pol letne izpite ta teden, 5. gimnaziji in jo nočem motit. Poleg tistih slik bom lahko precej napisala. Nisem vedela da je bila tudi moja slika (16 let stara za passport) v mes. Pozdrav iz Australije
To je bilo zelo prijetno presenečenje ko sem zagledala svoj napis. Ja, pa sem res dokončala knjigo, katero sem pisala kar dolgo. En del sem še na dopustu v Kozariščah. Knjiga je mami v čast. Izšla je dva meseca nazaj. Morala sem napisati v angleščini da bodo moji vnuki lahko prebrali. Hvala in lep pozdrav Milena.
Za knjigo vam čestitam še tukaj. Ni enostavno v enem kosu napisati toliko, da se napolni cela knjiga.
Upam, da knjiga pride v Slovenijo, radi bi objavili še kakšen vaš članek.
Ja saj res je bilo teško napolniti knjigo, čeprav ima samo 150 strani, ker nerada pišem nepomembne podrobnosti. Knjige sem poslala (6) ali po počasni poti, morju, in bodo prišle na naslov Kozariščah 65, k Marti A. kjer sem stanovala en čas, da bo lažje priti do njih kateri bi hotel. Morale bi priti v septembru. Mi bo povedala kdaj in bom objavila njeno telefonsko št. Milena T.
To je pa cesta od Kozarišč (pri transformatorju desno) do Igavaške šole, ki sem jo 4 leta meril peš po makadamu. Takrat, od leta 1958 do 1962 je bil na tej cesti redek slučaj, če je prišel kak avtomobil in te zakadil s prahom.
Tudi jaz se nisem nikdar peljala v avtu ko sem hodila v šolo Iga vas ali Stari trg 1950.+ Pozdrav Milena Truden iz Australije. (obraz je hčerkin mož Cam)
no, jaz sem se pa leta 1953 rodila zraven šole v Iga vas: hiša/trgovina Mlakar, zgradil jo je moj ded Alojz Mlakar