Kuty

One of the main things we wanted to do on our trip was to visit Kuty, the village where Larry's grandfather was born. Ferdinand was kind enough to arrange a day there, visiting family, going to a street fair, and visiting the cemetery (I collect cemeteries, as well as doors and windows). The picture at the right shows Ferdinand (a different Ferdinand) and Alžbeta (Elizabeth) Valachovič, Larry's great aunt and uncle. This picture was taken from their tombstone.

We rented a car and, in two groups, we headed toward Kuty. Not only did we have Ferdinand as a guide, the car came with a GPS (the story was that Rod told the car rental guy about his Slovak grandfather and he threw the GPS in free—don't know if that's true, but we kept urging Rod to tell the grandfather story whenever we thought it might help) and the GPS spoke English. We had great fun navigating, after we figured out the system. Like the story of storeys in buildings (where the second is the first), apparently the second turn off the rotary is called the first turn.

We enjoyed the 30 mile trip from Bratislava to Kuty, but were anxious to get there.

When you look at our Kuty photos, you may want to refer to the descendant chart (October)—or not. We had a lovely day!

Much of Kuty looks like most American towns. Then, there are the wonderfully Slovak parts--the soft lovely look of the old houses, the colors . . .

A new part of my door collection—
and Kuty has many wonderful old buildings.