I have been driving around Luxembourg and the Lorraine region of France, visiting and photographing for the first time, the villages where my great-grandparents were born, and the unifying color in this wonderful journey is the golden colza in bloom.
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I’m traveling in Luxembourg, to visit my roots, on the anniversary of my Luxembourgeois great-grandmother’s birthday, which happens to be the day before my birthday. That’s synchronicity number one.
Number two is, the guidebook says The Family of Man exhibit should be opening in spring 2012 in Clervaux! (Edward Steichen was from Luxembourg:). Alors, let’s go! This is a small country, so I convince Seb, one of my best travel partners, to take a detour north, despite the fact that when we call the chateau, there is no answer… We took the chance anyway, and on arrival at the Clervaux Castle, we find that it will be spring 2013.
Anyone want to pile in on next year’s road trip? It’s a beautiful time of year to travel through the country that France once claimed as its département des forêts.
On this day in 1885, my great-grandmother was born in Luxembourg. 92 years and one day later, I was born in the town she would immigrate to in Illinois. Today I’ve come back to stand on her old road, in her home town, try to understand where she came from.
For reasons that were somewhat unclear to me, Romain, the owner of her old house and also a distant relative who lives across the street, is not allowed to build there. So that little house on the right, just past the cow, is what she left to sail to North America on the Lapland in 1913.