Forced to leave one’s homeland would have broken many hearts
and ending up under a foreign land, different language, culture, landscape was
too different for some. His poems often mentioned his beloved homeland, his
childhood memories of growing up near the banks of the river Nemunas and his
parents. His book is titled ‘Po svetimu
dangum’ ‘Under foreign skies’ published in Adelaide in 1981.
Tėvynėje liko lyg sapnas praeitis:Jau pradingo jaunystės dienos ir laimė,
Beliko tik svajoniu žiedai,
O mano gimtąjį kaimą
Aplanko tik ilgesio sapnai.
As fate unfolded, he actually passed away in Lithuania,
fortunate to see his beloved homeland free once again. He once wrote in a poem
about death, ‘Mano kūno pelenis svetiname krašte’ (my ashes will be in a
foreign land). I think he would be happy they weren't.
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This is my great grandfather. I was fortunate to get the opportunity to know him into my early 20s.
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