Grandma Helena's house
Oh, that apple tree! It was so tall! I always climbed to the very top, giving my Grandma Helena a scare every time! She tried to get me...
A fallen soldier's memorial
My village lies deep in the Carpathian mountains, in a peaceful, almost pristine national park called Poloniny. It is quite remote, if...
Kvasna kaposta (or Rusyn sauerkraut)
It is in October that cabbage is ripe and ready to be turned into sauerkraut. Like potatoes and flour, sauerkraut is yet another...
The autumn smells like potatoes, the summer like berries
Potatoes used to be a staple in my village. Everybody planted them, sometimes even competing who would do it first and checking who had...
The keepers of memories
I had one great grandmother that I met and remember. It was my maternal grandpa's mom. I never got to meet him because he died way before...
Oh, and how she loved flowers!
Someone once told me that the place you spend the first three years of your life is your home. I think they might be true - I can see it...