(varianta in limba romana.....mai jos)
not allowed us going home to eat.
Then, there and only in those days and times, meals were served on earth, all being seated round a dazzling white cloth, with an atmosphere almost sacred pointed by ritual gestures of my grandmother that began with a broad cross, with 'Our Father' and ending up with a prayer of thanksgiving, with 'the poor potatoes' aet from a clay bowl, in a complete silence, willy like to thank the Divinity for what we have and what we'll have, respecting up to piously the importance of food in our lives.
gathered At t simply said ..." it's for the souls of unripe and taken "
Much later I found that, "the unripe and taken" were two of her children, aka my uncles, John and Nicephorus, twins, both died of polio.
A belief in a sacred ritual, a ritual in which 'the poor potatoes' were as a medium or, rather, as a purifying mediator between the divine forces and the humble layman who worship to them.
In oil, fry H
Pentru a afla o poveste a 'produsului' accesati ... Masa pe pamint.