My childhood memories are mostly from Buhalnita, where I would spend my summers with my cousins and grandparents. Hay gathering is still a way of life in this village and my grandmother Maria is ready to make another “capita” (haystack).
My grandfather’s life was mostly his family and his beloved sheep. They would follow his voice anywhere. His kind, gentle nature worked well with these obedient creatures.
They are my grandparents from my dad’s side, working together to create a haystack. Their livelihood depends on the cattle and sheep kept on such mountains of flowers.
This was my grandmother from my mother’s side, grandma Bernaveta. She was so happy to see me for Easter. She would always cook for us and her yummy stews were the best!