This is a story dedicated to those pioneering families who turned their back on the traditional life-in-a-box and instead pointed their wagons in directions hitherto unchartered to plant their red & white flags on virgin territory and settle just outside Warsaw!
Jethro and his brother Linus built their wagons from scraps of wood they had collected from those places that say “Skup Palet”. They loaded up their wives, Lileth and Dora and their kids; Zeb, Agatha, Jeb, Rebecca and Abraham as well as those few essentials that would be needed for their journey – Sat-Nav, plasma TV, iPhone, bucket of bigos and a frozen carp.
After crossing the Rio Grande
they fought their way through the woods
and then braved the snowy plains
until, ravaged by hunger and chased by wolves, they finally arrived at Szangri-Lar and decided this was to be their home.
They were not the first to arrive as an assortment of misfits and outlaws had already settled on main street.
Unlike many settlements, Szangri-Lar was lacking many of the basic facilities one might expect to find. It had no saloon, blacksmith, casino, bank, pony express office, doctor, sheriff, house of ill repute. Nothing useful at all in fact and the only things that could be obtained on main street were cheap alcohol, roof tiles and the servicing of air conditioning equipment. No matter, the pioneers were in love with the place and so at the end of main street they staked their claim to over 3,000 m2 of prime……..forest…..and started building. In such a primitive and lawless land they had to do everything for themselves, roads, utilities, fencing, tree-felling, everything and yet after only three years, give or take a few delays, their 400 m2 home on the prairie was in that temptingly half-finished state so they all moved in.
The effort took its toll on Jethro, who died the week after they moved in. Lileth and Dora both gave birth to three children during the construction, requiring major adjustments to the upstairs bedroom layout but eventually they were settled enough to organise the ‘dziki dziki parapetowka’.
Friends came from far and wide, arranging their wagons in a circle around the home to protect against Indian attacks.
In memory of the long journey, a traditional trail-tent was erected in the grounds and a bonfire built for the feasting.
The elders and young men went forth to the woods, six guns at their sides and returned with a plentiful supply of wild kiełbaska shot as the dogs flushed them from the undergrowth. Everyone roasted them on the open fire, feasted and had a thoroughly enjoyable time.
Who knows, one day they might even build a railroad!