Grandparents' cottage, a portal to the past
I'm already getting used to seeing more and more interesting weekend suggestions based on our past or future experiences, so this weekend I'm coming up with a post that I hope you'll enjoy.
So I chose to share with you something about a unique place, the grandparents' house.
I make myself comfortable on the couch and try to look into the past as if looking in the rear view mirror of my car, to remember my grandparents' cottage.
When I was a child, I used to spend my summer holidays at my grandparents', I stayed here for about a week, seven days in which I experienced a lot of activities, my grandparents lived in the country.
Let me give you a brief presentation of the place, the village was situated somewhere at the foot of the hills that surround it, here we never had water from the mains (i.e. no tap water flowed) but only from those hand dug wells (from these wells we drank the cleanest and best water ever), the streets were not paved, most of them were dirt (they started to pave them a few years ago), we had no public transport, the only buses or trains stopped somewhere 6 kilometres away.
The only way to get around were carts, bicycles or, extremely rarely, we saw a car (which was the car of some rich people in the village).
When we came on holiday we came by train to the station in the main commune and from there we walked 6 kilometers, as I wrote above we rarely saw cars and sometimes we were lucky enough to get a car to take us to the village.
My grandparents' house was a modest one (they were simple people) but very welcoming, once you entered you were filled with strong feelings, traditions, customs, whoever was invited in was served with the best they had, even if the next day they ate only freshly milked milk from their cow in the stable.
In my grandparents' house there was always a smell of cooked food, a smell that I have rarely encountered (never in an urban environment) anywhere else, even the first picture I show you is a traditional salty cheesecake as my grandparents used to make it, I also have another picture of a different kind of salty cheesecake, both are very tasty, they have that childhood taste.
Honestly, even though we didn't have access to so much technology back then, people were very happy and free compared to the times we live in now, when technology has taken over and people are focused on making as much money as possible.
I remember with nostalgia the times when we used to sit around the oven and wait for grandma to finish the food, we seemed to just get sick of that amazing smell of food, all the food was made from their own products, we didn't buy anything from the store (yes, I know it sounds weird).
My grandparents were never taught to eat out, in fact they have never been to a restaurant in their lives.
Today unfortunately my grandparents are no longer with us and sometimes I miss so much those places, those dusty streets, those sensational tastes, everything.
Unfortunately I don't show you pictures of my grandparents' house because we sold it a few years ago and the owner renovated it and nothing remains of what it looked like then, but I show you some pictures of some neighbours' houses that haven't been sold yet and of course nobody has started to tear them down and build new ones that have nothing to do with the past.
I know the houses are ruins, but even so they retain the charm of forgotten times.
Dear all, our journey into the past has come to an end today, I hope this post will be to your liking or maybe some of you will even find yourself in these pictures.
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P.S. The attached pictures you have just seen are taken by me with my mobile phone in Arad county,Romania, and the text is also designed by me.
