My Roots~~After Nearly 100 Years~~

my roots: a century later

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Chapter Six~~The Village of Disnik

It’s strange how mistakes, wrong turns, and blunders can turn out to be exactly right—I mean at the time you don’t know it, but it sometimes happens that way.  We’d followed our directions, we thought, to a tee and arrived in Disnik finding ‘the house’ I just knew was my grandfather’s home place.  When we pulled up I had this sinking feeling that this was the end of the journey, it was what I’d come for, just to stand there in front of this weed covered, battered and dilapidated house and know I’d come full circle.Taking pictures I noticed across the road, which was about wide enough for one car, and there were no other cars in sight, a man working in his garden.  Rather than looking like some alien from Mars, a stranger totally, I walked over, jumped the ditch, and waved to him to introduce myself and, hopefully, communicate to him why this crazy American was taking pictures of this house.  We tried to talk going back and forth with gestures, smiles, and single words, and from this I learned, don’t ask me how, that this house was not the ‘Rebic’ house.He must have seen the disappointment in my face, and within minutes, he had another young man there, who obviously was in the middle of his day’s farm work, and before long there was the uncle of this young man and a young woman—all could speak varying degrees of English, so I explained why I was there.Within minutes I was sharing with them my crumpled worn copies of the documents I had on my grandfather and grandmother—they began flipping through them, talking in Croatian and then pulling out their cell phones and making calls.  It was as if a major intelligence operation was taking place right there on this country road with complete strangers who’d made it their mission to help me—this desperate American woman who’d traveled thousands of miles looking for family that had left there nearly 100 years ago!

I can’t even begin to explain the rush of feelings I was having—and the thoughts that were racing through my head—I mean where can you go where people come to your aid with not motive other than to help—how do you find a place where there could even be a remote thread of a chance of finding family from a century prior, I mean who would you even begin to call!  This was not an easy task nor was it a guarantee, but there was no giving up on their part—for almost two hours they worked, they called, they chattered with each other, and they shared with me what they thought they’d discovered.

Rather than stand out in the road, they invited us into their home.  Christina, wife of one of the gentlemen and a young beautiful newly married woman expecting their first baby, immediately went to the kitchen to fix coffee for us and serve cookies.  Their home was warm, welcoming and a refuge of hospitality for two nincompoop Americans on this crazy journey.  Christina spoke good English, she was a pre-school teacher—we talked about Facebook, we would become ‘friends’—she shared with us her beautiful wedding pictures, an affair with over 400 guests and something that was an extravaganza to behold! Finally, her uncle shared with us that he had found a member of the Rebic family, and he was going to the next village to get her and bring her back to meet us—who would this be?  What would she know?  Could she provide some links to my past?
My Roots~~After Nearly 100 Years~~
My Roots~~After Nearly 100 Years~~

Chapter Seven~~Meeting my Family

Within about 30 minutes, the door opened and in walked a reserved pretty woman probably in her late 40s or early 50s—no make-up showed her beautiful features, she clutched her sweater around her mid-section as she and her 16 year-old daughter, a strikingly beautiful teenager dressed as any American teen would, sat in the small living room with us.   Everyone else seemed to disappear and all I could see was this person who could be my family.

Speaking slowly in English, as if that helps with translation, she told me she spoke English—I was relieved knowing huge progress would be made.  Maya then began sharing with me historical memories about her married family, which descended from the Rebic line.  Her 89 year-old mother-in-law, Manda, infirmed and with dementia, lived with them—she was the daughter of Ivan—when she said that warm tears filled my eyes—Ivan was my grandfather’s, Joseph’s, brother!  Joseph had come to America she said, he had married Mara (Mary my grandmother), and they had a daughter, Kata—my mother!  Maya said that the family received a letter from Joseph, nearly 100 years ago, telling them of his new daughter—I was overjoyed and overwhelmed knowing this was the family lineage I’d come to find!

Like a Nicholas Sparks novel or a Lifetime movie, the emotions were flowing.  I had so many questions.  I wanted to meet Manda, Mom’s first cousin.  I wanted to meet Maya’s husband, Vlado, my second cousin.  I wanted to meet their other daughters—family that no one ever knew existed.  Looking back I know the ‘ancestry angels’, the kind and gentle people who helped me make this happen were probably smiling, too, from ear to ear—they’d created for another person, a stranger in their path, a dream come true.

We would follow Maya back to her home where we spent another couple of hours pouring over old photo albums, finding family on Facebook and introducing them to new family, sharing our world with theirs and theirs with ours.  We would eat truly organic and farm to table food—lamb, tomatoes, bread—have good coffee, sip and chatter incessantly.  Photos would be taken, smiles and laughter would emerge.  We would visit, yes, the real home place where my grandfather lived as a boy.  And, I would meet Manda, hold her frail hand, look into her tender familiar eyes seeing a glimpse of my Mom, and know that even with her dementia there was a thread of recognition of who I was.  She stared into my eyes as Maya talked to her in Croatian telling her who I was—she weakly pulled my hand to her face and gently kissed it.  I was nothing but a bundle of hot salty tears, heart beating and throat throbbing trying to contain some sense of decorum. Never had I expected to find this complete joy when we left from Zagreb.

All of this happened so ‘coincidentally’ or was it providential?  What would have been the likelihood of anything like this being orchestrated and pulled off so perfectly?  How could something like this ever work in a world without cell phones, without the generosity of a lifestyle of people who were home on this Friday afternoon tending their animals, tending their farms, tending their lives—and it all came to a halt, like a magical moment in time, when Ben and I made the wrong turn and found the wrong house and eventually found the right family.

There was kind of an empty numb feeling in my gut when we drove away, turning and waving and heading back to Zagreb.  I knew that in all probability I would never again see these wonderful people, my family.  Our worlds are vastly different, but they came from the same start—two brothers, Ivan and Joseph.  One stayed in the old country. One journeyed to America for a new life never to return.  Nearly 100 hundred years later their grandchildren, Ally (Alice) and Vlado, meet, and it’s as if time had stood still.
My Roots~~After Nearly 100 Years~~
My Roots~~After Nearly 100 Years~~


  1. Barbara Donahue

    I read your story to the end. I could not put it down. It is a beautiful, heart warming story, and so well written. You made me tearful. So glad that you found your lost relatives. I think it is a way of knowing more about yourself and how you came to be.

    I also love searching the ancestry tree. I have been to libraries and courthouses in WV, Virginia, and NC. It never ends. In future I hope you are able visit Europe again and add to your Croatian line.
    Barbara (Polly) Donahue

    • Oh, Barbara, thank you for taking time to read this story. You know, as a historian who loves ancestry, that when you come face to face with someone who shares your DNA that you never knew existed that it can be very emotional. I only wish Mom had lived long enough for me to have shared this with her. I sure hope I’ll return to Croatia soon…I’m sure my family there will be happy to see me. Fortunately, we can stay in communication through Facebook…pretty awesome! So glad you’re here to visit … now come back soon! xoxo

  2. It has been a while since I first read this ! REading again just brings back a kind of hope in my heart for people like you who make the world all about home and family! Thank you for your joy❤️

    • Lori! With all you have to do, you take time to read my ‘story’…thank you, my dear sweet friend. I only wish I’d had a video of this happening. Again, like the Home and Family thing, this is divinely orchestrated. Angels were making it happen…love you my GCM chick! xoxo ~ally

  3. Oh my gosh. This is so amazing. I have tears as I’m writing this. what a wonderful story. I would love to meet family in Croatia. My grandfather was born in Split. I have his birth certificate?? Showing where he was born and who his parents were. And his naturalization certificate. I can’t imagine meeting family members. You’re very lucky. Thanks for sharing your story

    • Holly!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU for taking the time to read this story. It was truly divinely orchestrated. God was totally in charge b/c things like this just ‘don’t happen’. I would think that w/the papers you have you might be able to find long lost relatives. I love Split…simply ethereal and full of history and AAAHHHMAZING food!! Yes, I was so lucky, and. the best thing is that we now all keep in contact thanks to Facebook! xoxo hugs and Croatian love! xo

  4. Grace Zaral

    Dear Ally, it has been and incredible journey that I has felt it as my own, since my Greatgrandfather was borned also in Croatia, and just around 4 years ago a relative and I start to try to find them, until this relative not long ago traveled to meet with them and got my Greatgrabdfathe certificate and today we communicate with each other and am planing to visit them as soon as I can. I can imagine your feeling, it is wonderful! And I am happy that this dreaming came through to your live , it is awesome finally to fill your life with the missing half, but now you are complete, have fun and enjoy it .. Warm greetings !


    • Grace Zarak

      My last name is Zarak, sorry I wrote it Zaral 🙂

    • Oh, Grace, what a beautiful message you’ve written me…yes, you know the feelings and emotions, and I’m so happy that you will soon be re-united w/your family…it is a completion of sorts of the ‘circle of life’ and knowing your roots, from whence part of you has come, is what makes us who we are…please keep in touch w/me, Grace, and let me know how your own visit goes to our amazing country of Croatia. And, thank you for the correction on the last name!! xox ~~ally

  5. Ally,
    I had to take a moment to wipe the tears from my face before I could see the computer screen again to start typing. This is such a beautiful story of human character. You have such a wonderful way with words. Thank you for sharing this amazing journey with us. XO – Christie

    • Christie~~thank you so much for taking time to share this me (I know how busy you are!)…it’s something that we all clamor for in life, those connections, those roots, especially as we get older and appreciate more so the value of knowing from whence we have come (and not just under a mushroom or rock!)…you’re the best, and again, I so appreciate your love xox ally

  6. Oh, but what a journey you have been on, my friend! I am so very happy for you. I’m typing this and crying like a baby. What a wonderful saga of finding your family!


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