Monday 21 January 2013

nicolas hinic (1885-1970)
my grandfather,
was a shephard in the mountains of croatia
near the plitvice lakes.
an early eclogue with his brother
around the turn of that century
may have gone something like this.
"one flip of this faded copper coin will
determine which one of us will go to the new world,
which one of us will stay behind
to watch over the flocks by day...okay then
best of three"
there were no winners or losers that day
the eclogue would continue, though the routes divide.
one will over look the limestone blue waters of
the plitvice karst, the other brother
join the logging camps of the northern great lakes
and there become politicized by the wobblies & later Eugene Debs.



2 comments:

  1. I do remember this story, and I checked out the scenery of the plitvice, virtually. The color of the lakes - unreal. Have to pull out the family tree to review again, nick's brothers name.

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