Left: Vasyl Mazur, who looked after the farm for my grandfather, standing in our orchard with part of the villade on the far side of the square by the church. The fruit tree trunks were painted with whitewash to keep vermin away. When the Germans arrived Vasyl hid some of our food supplies around the barns as they were confiscating everything, and had a heck of a job keeping me from poking around! If only my uncle knew I'd be creating a website! There would be more and better village photos!