Saturday, November 24, 2007

Windmills


Hi!
Here are some photos of an old
windmill we visited in the vicinity
of Federofka. It was raining hard
when we found it and I thought of my
fictional character (I'd finished the
first draft of my novel) - taking shelter
from the storm in her father's windmill.

We climbed around inside the huge pine
structure. The technology was quite
impressive. However, I was more impressed with some initials carved into the wood beside the date - 1923. I felt tingly all over. Could this be my grandfather's windmill?

If you study his signature on the
bottom of his confession papers (see Oct. 27 post) - there is a
distinct similarity. But alas! We had to
conclude this was not my grandfather's windmill.
Why?

Piecing together my mom's memories and old Helena's directions, the windmill was a bit too far away and in another direction from where the school once stood.

Then there's also Helena's memory that the Communists tore down my grandfather's windmill within months of the family's deportation. Supposedly, they needed the wood to build the new collective manager's home. I added this fact into a later draft of my book.

I'll never know the truth. Next time I'll share with you what I think are the remains of my grandfather's windmill and I'll tell you how these remains connect to Lenin's tomb in Red Square, Moscow.

Talk to you soon,
(Go Bombers, Go!)
-gabe

3 comments:

Barrie said...

So, Gabe, after your visit, did you add lots of setting details to your ms? I usually find that visiting a setting in my ms opens the floodgates. Hence, my recent evening at a punk rock concert! (I eventually stuck in some ear plugs. :) )

gabe said...

Hi Barrie,
Thanks for stopping by.
To me it was like adding spice to a
stew - a little bit of touch, some smell, a little more color, etc.

Your punk rock concert research sounds like a lot of fun and the ear plugs sure say a lot about the sensory detail called sound :)
-gabe

gabe said...

Hi Barrie,
Thanks for stopping by.
To me it was like adding spice to a
stew - a little bit of touch, some smell, a little more color, etc.

Your punk rock concert research sounds like a lot of fun and the ear plugs sure say a lot about the sensory detail called sound :)
-gabe