Going back to my roots

Yeah

Because of the family day in Delfzijl tomorrow, Bert and I travelled to the north today. We've booked a room in the hotel that has been built when I was a child and where I wanted to stay for a couple of nights, from the start of its existence. A bucket list item, when there would be such a list.

After our arrival we went geocaching in Farmsum, the birthplace of my mother. It was supposed to be a walk down memory lane, but I didn't recognise anything. The changes in a small harbour village within a fifty years can be huge.
Looking at the front door of my grandfather, I saw the inscription in the stone (extra)
This is where my grandparents, my mother and her siblings lived. A recognition. Finally :-)