As she noticed the total change of her childhood house and farm with my maternal grandparents since she had been 2 or 3. All trees have been cut down and the barn was demolished and nothing is left of it. The people in the village never mingle with the new occupants of the family house of mother by now. They have not for a good 30 years. An era, my mother's youth and ours, sister and I, is gone. My memories are faded much but we always have photos and much much tales.