Lülü is ready for the beach.

Isn't she gorgeous in her red hat and with her red beach bag?She wouldn't go to the seaside without them.Her parents are really patient with her as they have to look for her hat and handbag for half an hour before they go to the beach.

Mavikent and Eylül

:)I hope you can see it:) Here it is the woodpecker on the almond tree that wakes me up early with its ticks...tacks.

Our summer house is at one of the beautiful bays by the Mediterranean.I sometimes can not get my longer morning sleeps on holiday to listen to the various songs of the birds.This is the picture of sunrising from my balkony.I could snap it trying to find on which tree the woodpecker was .I also added the picture of the view after the sunset.

You can not imagine the joy of swimming in crystal clear sea watching the sunrise and pale moon in the sky.

Goodbye mum and dad!

I visited them for the last time on my way back home and stayed there talking with them for a while,promised to come again and thanked them from the bottom of my heart for what they had done for their children and for being the best parents in the world.

I did not feel so sad because I always feel them by my side and I will forever!

I was pleased to have my parents latest residence built nicely.We invited some relatives ,who knew my mum and dad well , to read prayers from Kuran together and served dessert and rosewater.I felt the souls of them along with me and that was a relief for me in a way that I and my sister achieved our task as their children.I expect to see flowers blooming on their graves in my next visit.

Pretty Small Lake in Şarkışla

It was immensly relaxing walking by the small lake surrounded by tall poplar and willow trees.It is said to be that people produce the best quality natural salt from the lake that makes the most delicious meals,pickles and white cheese.I bought two sacks of salt to give away my friends and relatives in Adana thinking it would be a nice gift.It would be a good investment for the local people if they could sell it through out the country but it might be just enough for them as ıt was a small lovely lake by Şarkışla.

ŞARKIŞLA TRAIN STATION

There it was the station where my dad used to take to go to Sivas for his high school as there was no one in Şarkışla in 1930 ies.It was running on coal and very slow ,of course.Most of my dad's stories, who used to tell us at the dinner table drinking his rakı in tea glass , crossed my mind as I was walking down to the station with my sister.She was quiet too I was sure of that she also remembered our dinner times when we were old enough listen to his memories about the station in Şarkışla;how he used to share his only food helva and bread with the other passengers,how he would joke elderlies who did not know how to read and write.My memories were still alive though they were told long long years ago!

ŞARKIŞLA -MY HOMETOWN

Visiting my hometime after a long time was both exciting and emotional for me.I listened so many stories about this small town in the memories of my dad.It wasn't a happy visit as my sister and I went there to have my mum's and dad's resting places built. It was just a lovely small Anatolian town with its own characteristics where all the people living in there were very familiar to each other or relatives.You could feel the friendly and benevolent atmosphere whereever you went.