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Nevenka says
So insightful of you Valerie, and beautifully written.
Alas geography is my shortfall. My family comes from rocky terrain as you describe. I was born in an old school house in Ivica and now live on the other side of the world. The pull of one’s roots is powerful.
Valerie Lugonja says
So appreciate the longer story
I am still in awae!
🙂 v
marko lugonja says
beautifully written sis
Valerie Lugonja says
Hahaha! OK. Who are you? Must tell us. There are not so many Lugonjas.
🙂
V
Marko Lugonja says
Hi Valerie, Marko Lugonja, Melbourne, Australia, The woman who replied to your wonderful story, We had the same parents. And that’s about all we have in common. Sorry I took so long to reply, I’m still getting used to these bloody computers. If I ever end up your way I’ll be sure to call in and visit. Take care, all the best.
Valerie Lugonja says
Marko, Can you tell me more, about your side of the family the Lugonja family in Kupres – Vanja’s family there did originally come from Hercegoveina… and somehow, his and your family must be related… It sound like there has been a falling out between you and your sister and that is always sad, particularly if you live far apart from one another. We thank God for Facetime with Vanja’s brother – and with his dad, now well over 80 – well, we are just thankful for the phone. His mother passed 2 years ago of a massive stroke at 74. Suddenly and unexpected. Such a tragedy. His father has never truly been happy since. They were so much one person, we believed he might live 3 months beyond her. But no. Lugonja’s are survivors. Even in loneliness, hardship and deep pain. His house flooded 3 feet 3 months after her passing. We had never seen him so low and could not imagine why one would ever have to go through so much loss in one life time. Yet, he is still there, working hard every day. Crying every day, Loving his Pava every day. Vanja calls daily. We visit as often as we can and are in awe of his spirit.
Hugs,
Valerie
Nevenka says
My husband says that I should elaborate, so here goes:
How it happened that I was born in the old school house in Ivica:
It was 1966 and my mum Dragica (nee. Mitrusic) was 23 and living with my grandparents Marko and Mara Lugonja in Ivica, together with their children Nevenka, Milojka, and Nedo, whilst my dad Spasoje (eldest son) was away working in the nearest town (?Niksic? Lljubinje?- don’t know- geography is not my forte as I have lived most of my life on the other side of the world).Suffice to say he had to leave home to find work to support the whole lot of them in Ivica, as well as my uncle Maksim studying at University. On a side note dad, was the most academic, and handy, in the family but being the eldest son was expected to look after everyone else and his opportunities cut short- something he never forgot but understood need for when you come from a large family- after he had 2 kids of his own and supported everyone else through Uni and life he decided to emigrate across the world so that he could focus on his wife and 2 kids for a change, whilst still sending money back to his and my mum’s family in Yugoslavia.
Mum cooked and looked after his parents, sister and brother whilst dad was away. My grandfather Marko and uncle Nedo loved her very much and my mum loved Nedo and Nevenka and put up with the sharp tongue of Milojka (you’re my favourite aunty Milojka- don’t you ever doubt that I love you-seriously, and genuinely so bone of my bone).
Obviously none of them versed my pregnant mum in the facts of life! Mum had lost her father in a house fire at a very young age and her mother lived in Bileca (a village not far away – but away enough I suppose).
Day of my birth- mum feels pain and discomfort and starts running- to this very day mum is very active and finds relief in walking super fast. My uncle Nedo (who was about 12 at the time) gets worried and follows her. He hears her screaming and finds her giving birth to me in the old school house in Ivica.
Gordana, Marko, Zorica, Zoran, Neda, Dusko, Dusanka is svi drugi dodajte i vi nesto (translated as asking others to share some more stories as well).
Valerie Lugonja says
What a story, Nevenka
I can relate having been there so many times and heard so many stories of hardship and triumph. This is a culture of love and survival. There is no doubt about that. Family is everything.
Hugs to you!
Valerie
Nevenka says
P.S. A few years ago my uncle Nedo Lugonja sent me a hardcover book from Beograd- its title is Lugonje, written by Mladenko Kumovic , published in 2009 in Novi Sad- it is written in Cyrillic and I find it a very slow hard read, although I do recognise the photos at least of my uncle Maksim Lugonja – never one to be camera shy- come on Valerie Lugonja please you too stop being shy and pose more for the cameras for posterity for future generations. Love, Nevenka.
Valerie Lugonja says
Nevenka
🙂
V
Valerie Lugonja says
My husbands uncle Bogoljub is in that book!
🙂
Valerie