How does it feel when our grandmothers don’t tell us old interesting stories, and parents forgot details from their youth? We can than find stories in the walls who speak for themselves. Let’s take a stroll down to Kosinjski Bakovac...

     If we stay in the city, our interest will surely take us to the birthplace of our forefathers.

Kosinj, big by width, yet not populated as much, and houses scattered across the hills and meadows. Long time ago, there lived a big population of younger and old generation.
Houses were not well of and small and in every house up to ten people, and more than enough children. As would old granny’s say, every day you had to work hard to feed every mouth.

Long time ago, one school in Kosinjski Bakovac was not enough, so the citizens built another school in the centre of the town.
It was built as the local houses were, at the time, from stone and wooden boards. It was important only that students had somewhere to learn.  

Today, many from the younger generation, don’t know that once there was a school there.

 Foundations of The Old School, Kosinjski Bakovac

 Foundations of The Old School, Kosinjski Bakovac

     The old mill, which no longer works, holds only a memory of that particular time, a different time, such as the walls of the old school, or iron carriage in some old cottage.

The old stomper for stamping barley, who knows who was it used by?! Who knows who used the mentioned iron carriage and brought on it hay?!

Still they stand, the old houses, some already in ruins from the weather, all the way down to the foundations. There are no original inhabitants, the ones telling the story about the old times, when they attended the school, from which only exist today, the walls.

As the fast track of life takes us down its own path, we forget all from where we started, where we were born, where we left our roots.

Never the less, it is important not to forget all of this, even though it is not as it was. If we tell our children the story we will fill the picture from our time and our forefathers.

 The Old Mill, Kosinjski Bakovac

 he Mill which spread far, the smell of minced flour

 Stomper for barley and The Old Carriage

 The usual look of The Lika Houses, Kosinjski Bakovac

Author of Text: A. P.
Author of the pictures: Nikola Grgurić
Translated the Text: Vladimir Žegarac