april 1963.
And this photo emerged as well...
Judging by the folder where I found this, it should be june, but by the way that Milosava and I were dressed (she, of course, tapirana, never saw her with any other hairdress), and by how many leaves there are on the cherry and the plum, this is the first half of april. At least this shot shows the low roof and fence (there was no wall, just planks) of the pig pen. We held no pigs by then, perhaps just rabbits, precisely bunny rabbits, which were of no use, I don't know whether we ever ate any, not to mention the fur. Dad acquired some manual for growing them, and we even tried to make cages for them, but that wasn't enough, so they got the whole pen, and then found a hole somewhere and managed to spread all over the backyard and started digging a warren. That's when we all had enough of them, the whole back was already stinking of their droppings, so we got rid of them, don't remember how. Whether we managed to find someone to dump them in his lap, no idea, the episode was quickly forgotten.
This is already some cleanup, here in the back is supposed to be the storage for cement, bricks and whatnot, the reconstruction of the house is in preparation, and this is where we're burning the twigs that dad pruned off the fruit [trees], because there was a lot of mulberry worms on them. The mulbery worm was a real menace then, and we had to do this every spring.
On the ground I see a frame with chicken wire, we probably then removed the fence and put the yard into one piece. This peasantly division into front yard with flowers and back with agriculture didn't suit us anymore, specially since we didn't keep any poultry, nor pigs.
The barrels in the back, I see they have traces of lime on them. Now whether one served as the lime dousing vessel, or the lime was near... I remember that there in the backyard, just about the place where this shot was made from, a meter and a half by two pit was dug, meter plus some deep, and the lime was doused in it, but that was a month or two later. These barrels were more likely to hold the water reserve for construction.
What looks like a crate in the very center of the photo is actually, took me some effort to recognize, the doghouse. We had a pooch a few years back, her name was Linda, and she didn't last, but the house stayed and I practiced wielding a hammer on it. It ended studded with small nails and split slats, as I couldn't understand how to drive a nail without splitting it.
Mentions: Milosava Pajdački, tapirana, in serbian
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