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Thursday Doors 6/1/22: Maribor

Since today is my grandma’s birthday, I’m taking you on a door tour through Maribor, her city, where my father was born. It is also Slovenia’s city number 2.

We visited her often and I spent many happy times with her, but she died two years before I moved to Tuscany almost nine years ago. I only returned to Maribor three times since: in the summers of 2014, 2017 and 2021. Here are some of the doors I captured on all three occasions.

First, a funny story from the first time. We reached the cemetery and just as I was trying to figure it out and remember where my grandma and grandpa were buried, a heavy downpour forced us to return to the car. Roman people carry no umbrellas. My Roman man, used to short showers, suggested we waited it out in the car. Half an hour later he, bestia and I were all asleep.

The rain didn’t stop for three days. The first thing we did when we woke up was go to buy new windshield wipers.

When we returned in the sunshine, I got totally lost, had to admit defeat and inquire in the office about the location of the grave, no matter how many times grandma had taken me along to visit her husband, my grandpa, who died on her birthday. Today.

More memories of them in my blogging history at the end of this post, and now a selection of Maribor doors and sights, starting with the Old Vine, officially the oldest vine in the world (how could they be sure?). And my father has its descendent growing in his garden in Piran, on the other side of the country.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

Congratulations Teagan, the new badge contest winner! I love its colours.

W3C Homepage

This day in my blogging history


Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

48 thoughts on “Thursday Doors 6/1/22: Maribor

  1. Thanks for sharing these very special doors, Manja and the memories associated with the town. I had to laugh at your cemetery visit. I had a similar experience with our daughter when I tried to show her my father’s grave during our first visit to Pittsburgh. It wasn’t raining, but it was over 95°f (35°c) and we were roasting as we walked around lost. I finally had to call my brother for directions.

    I wonder if the world will erect a plague tower after we escape this pandemic.

    I hope Fonzi got a bit of that burger 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Dan. 🙂 Those cemeteries start looking so different after a while! Graves keep getting added, and I’m orientationally challenged as it is. In the heat it had to be even worse. I didn’t think of that but really – who knows when the time will come for such a tower… As for the burger, it was a crab burger! Absolutely delicious. I remember father’s ribs were too spicy for bestia but I bet he got some of mine.


    1. You’re right, Jo! The black bun was a surprise and inside was crab meat. Delicious. Bestia is always highly optimistic in such a situation. 😀 When he was a pup, it was impossible to control him in a restaurant but he has learned that if he behaves, something may fall off the table…

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  2. Happy Happy birthday to you lovely Grandma.
    Lovely tribute. I read the poem.

    “Until it’s time for her to cross
    one of the bridges
    and go to where she cooks
    in your spirit.
    It was always so good.
    You were always so there.”

    Tenderly superb!! Thank you.

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      1. No Friendly Friday today – we’re on a break until the end of the month 🙂 The first one will be me on the 28th but Amanda will post an update/reminder a week beforehand!

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  3. Thank you for allowing us to join you in honoring your grandmother. Doors seem so apt for a piece about remembering. I also very much appreciated your poem, especially the stanza of your grandmother’s spirit in your sister’s kitchen. So much love can’t disappear from this world!

    Your grandmother’s bridge is beautiful (such oranges!) as is the turquoise door in the courtyard where your Dad was born. Happy memories all.

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  4. Wonderful door collection for this week, Manja. But first of all Happy Birthday to your grandma.

    There’s a lot happening on that central plaza and I noticed the supermarket named Hofer…in Australia, we call it Aldi!

    Have a great day my friend!

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    1. Thank you, Joey! 🙂 I’m glad you say so. My family memories are really good. This particular food is not something I go for often but it was great for a change, especially because my burger was full of crab meat. And it was black!

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  5. The photo with your parents and you (I assume?) is just the best. You are recognisable even as a tot. Such a great capture. And a great door post for portaphiles everywhere. My favourite is the one with the house in its last breath, as you say. Book cover potential!

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    1. Thank you, Sunra Nina. 🙂 That photo is of me with my grandparents. Father took it. The same grandparents as they are in the next photo below. I like it that I’m recognisable. 😀 And that you like that last breath photo as well.

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