‘Once upon a time…’ is how our story could begin, because its roots are like a fairy-tale and  as distant in time …

Over a hundred years ago, there lived a miller called Piotr. It’s not really certain whether he was or was not a miller at that time; however, it is certain that he lived in the village whose owner was a certain nobleman. As it would turn out later – he was only called a ‘nobleman’ because his actions were not so noble. The miller’s surname was Czubiński and he had a wife. Apart from this, he also worked a farm, that farm probably belonged to the nobleman. Judging from his surname though, he could have been a descendant of declining nobility himself.

We know that his wife used to do washing by the nearby river. One day the nobleman cruelly beat Mrs.Czubińska. As a result of this occurrence she died. Coming to his senses too late, guilty conscience, fear of revenge or punishment inflicted by the court the guilty nobleman promised to the widower the windmill together with surrounding buildings (this is where Mr. Czubiński had lived and worked at the time).

In this way the inherited immovable property became movable. The property was dismantled, packed on waggons and transported to the specified plot of land. This area was near Kazimierz Dolny, on the top of the hill which forms a kind of peninsula.

On one side joined by fields and plains and surrounded by gorges on the other three sides. The windmill was placed in the highest point, near the entrance to our property so it could always catch wind in its wooden wings. Further and lower a bit, in a quiet place just by the gorge, a cottage was built.  The description goes like this: ‘Made from wood but bricked underneath, shining from the distance with its whitened walls’.

Wooden logs were placed over the stones.  Although the structure was so simple, it has survived for over a hundred years. Other farm buildings like the barn and the shed were built in a similar way. A cowshed was placed in a separate room in the house in agreement with an old tradition. After some time the gorges grew into a forest and today this place has changed into an enchanting glade, which enters the forest.

In this new place the miller started his trade work. It is such a pity that literature does not give any information about his job and lifestyle like it does about the mills, which stood  on Kazimierskie Mountains in XIX and XX centuries and were described in a book entitled ‘Kazimierskie prawdy i nieprawdy’. The miller lived a quiet, settled life. He was unknown to holiday-makers and Kazimierz ‘bohema’ (alternative artists). Though peasants from Jeziorszczyzna and Cholewianka must have known him and came to him with their grain, because other windmills stood as far as Męćmierz or the aforementioned mountains (too far to be of use to the locals).

After some time, Piotr married woman called Teofila and they had a daughter Hanna, who married Czesław Iberszer. She was the last heiress of Wiatrakowo.

The Second World War broke out. The cottage on the border of the forest, neighbouring gorges, where one could immediately slip down, disappearing in the darkness between the trees, was a main-stay for Polish guerillas. Even nowadays, the neighbouring peasants maintain that the gorge is connected by the underground tunnel to the well, which is situated in the middle of the yard, not far from the entrance to the cottage.

After the war, the property was contracted again. The old windmill was disassembled. The miller’s profession was forgotten and the owners cultivated a small area of land. They also bred some livestock for their own needs.

Paweł a new owner was the son of Piotr. He lived alone in Wiatrakowo for a long time. He was a very talented person and people from neighbouring villages came to him with broken watches, bikes or agricultural equipment.  The last heiress of Wiatrakowo was Hanna from Czubiński family. She was the wife of Czesław Iberszer – the son of a blacksmith from Kazimierz. Together with her husband, she planted a nut orchard on the glade on the other side of the stream crossing the yard.

At the end of her life Hanna could not walk, however her personality was strong and disease did not break her. When we look at the yard covered in grass and falling steep into the gorge, it seems incredible that she moved around the yard using her wheelchair.  She had all the matters and members of the household under her control, directing everything from her mobile throne. She was the real head of the family. After her death, Czesław looked after the farmyard together with his son Tomasz for some time.

However, they did not have enough time and physical strength to continue for long.

It was 1999, when one autumn afternoon a young couple lost their way in Wiatrakowo. This place bewitched them with its beauty. They met Czesław and Tomasz. They made friends with each other and after a year the young couple became the new owners of this secluded place.

The old abode was renovated but it maintained its exceptional atmosphere.

Next to ‘Młynarzówka’ the rebuilt cottage, on the other side of the stone well they built ‘Dom Wiatraczny”.  Master Tomasz (local artist) opened a workshop in the old shed and he sometimes still works there.  Mateusz, the son of Stanisław – the owner was born there. The good spirits constantly take care of stray travelers and tired walkers and help them find a moment of rest and tranquility.  That is the essence of Wiatrakowo… and may it stay like this…



To be continued…

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