Church in Janov (Dolyna) |
This became a special moment in my life set up by my cousin Joan a few years ago, who I had never met until this last year, but who has been a connection to my grandparents past. But I have already digressed from the magic of the moment as I'm known to do.
Mikaeli, Brian and Stas |
The day had started innocently enough. We were leaving the Moldavia area of Romania and going to cross the same mountain pass we had the day before on a loop tour of the painted monasteries. It was a pretty ride, and the shortest route to the Ukraine border.
All our research had told us and people who we’d talked to had warned us of the Ukraine border crossing so we approached it with some trepidation. 2- 3 hr line-ups, corrupt border guards, bribes to speed up the process, lost documents. Yikes, why bother? But we went anyway. That’s what the ‘adventure’ in Vstromadventures is for........ isn‘t it?
What we were met by were some stern looking people who became concerned by the “Columbia” on our British Columbia plates. You could hear them mumbling ‘columbia columbia’ to each other. And the ICBC documentation leaves a lot to be desired. It looks like a document I could print out of my inkjet printer. Not very official looking. Sandra suggests we go back to registering in Alberta for the next trip.
But then our guardian angel got to work for us. Since none of them (the Ukrainian border guards) spoke English they got one of the customs people to assist. Dressed smartly in a skirt she could speak quite good English. One of the questions she asked was ‘what is the nature of your visit?’. I explained it was to look for the birthplace of my grandparents who were married not far from Lviv, a place that had been part of Poland before 1939 and fell in the Stalin-Hitler Pact. She remarked her grandfather now lived in Canada, and after guessing wrong the first time I said ’Edmonton?” and she said ’yes”. At that point I had her open our passports to the place of birth, which is Edmonton. The key to our connection was made. A few minutes later after some required vehicle info data entry we were on our way. Done, finito… Arriva Derci. 10- 15 mins tops. And over and over at the end she repeated, Welcome, welcome. and I ....thank you, thank you!
Public Bus Stop |
Our drive takes us to Derenevicki and a left turn 5 kms off the ‘main’ road to Dolyna, which was renamed after the Soviets took over, from Janov or Janiv. (Remember everything is in Cyrillic) As we venture down the road to Dolyna the road gets rougher, and then cows start appearing all over it, and gaggles of geese start crossing in front. Gee whizz I don’t want to kill a goose and they are so stupid the way they run. And then the tractors, horses and carts.
Janov View from Church |
Guy comes to check us out |
View of town from river |
Stas also provided some history to us. He said about 100 years ago the village was about 1000 people and was a hub of activity. Today about 370 live here and it continues to dwindle as the kids grow up and either move to the EU or America.
Also, this church built in the late 1800's was built on the foundations of an earlier church that dated back to the 10th century. The NW corner is about 10' off the old walled city wall built in the 10th century and the old church made up part of the wall structure.
Church cornerstone from original 10th century church |
When Mikaeli came and opened the doors it was like an explosion of color.
Exit to Front |
Front of Church |
Pictures, email addresses and thank you’s exchanged we returned back to our motorcycle to find a growing crowd around it and a neat old Russian 500cc two stroke bike that looked like Suzuki’s 500 Titan of the early 70‘s. Stas took us into his store, got us ice mineral water from their cooler and gave it to us. I explained we had just crossed the border and hadn’t been able to get ‘Hyrianas’ the Ukraine currency yet, and he said it was on him and ‘were we hungry?’. Then he pulls a 50 from his wallet and offers it several times so we can buy something to eat, “Maybe later“. We refuse his generosity and explain we’ll be fine. When we turn the bike around on the broken road in front of his shop 30 or more people had gathered, all talking about why we were there. I shook his hand and then hugged him one last time, I just needed to do that, and he had the biggest smile on his face. The face of the collective crowd did too. And as is customary, we beeped our horn and waved as we drove off from the crowd that had gathered. They all waved in return. WOW, this is what home would feel like if I lived here and a little bit will from now on.
New plan for Orthodox style Altar |
Painting of Original Yard and Gate |
Side Altar |
Stairs to Church from Town |
Mikaeli in Choir Loft Stairwell |
Gate to Yard |
Satelite view of Dolyna (Courtesy Google) |
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