Nanas painting

As a kid, whenever we would visit Nana Marinkovich at her home, (conveniently situated right opposite the Catholic Church in Dargaville) I would always notice a couple of paintings on the wall because they were one of the few visual acknowledgements of the country that my grandparents hailed from. I was so curious about this piece of her home, a foreign land far away - and now, some 30 odd years later, my buddy Anita and I are finally getting to visit Croatia. One of Nanas paintings now hangs on my wall at home, in pride of place and spruced up in a new frame. Funny to think we may soon be in the EXACT spot I used to gaze up and wonder about back in the day when Nanas stories and these paintings were my way of understanding why she had a funny accent and we all had such a weird surname.