The SADellite is a Photo Blog and in an orbit around me since the beginning of 2006. The name is a combination of "Sad" and "Satellite". It's order is to trace my life using photos. I hope there wont be only sad ones.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Yesterday was All Saints' Day.
Here in Bavaria this day goes hand in hand with a visit to the graves of loved ones. In some places it ends up in big crowds rushing around the cemeteries carefully paying attention in being noticed by the neighbors.
If those crowds master to remember the dead relatives simultaneously to fulfilling social conventions, it's fine for them. I don't like it for myself, though.
I would probably feel different if the gatherings would be more like the celebrations of Day of the Dead in Mexico.
Yesterday, more or less by coincidence I had the chance to remember my dead Granny in a slightly differeny way: With my nose and with my stomach.
For the first time ever my girlfriend and I prepared a dinner that is very closely related to my Grandmother. The dish is called "Linsen und Spatzen" and consists of lentils with spaetzle noodles. In the days of my Granny it was a poor mans dish because of the cheap ingredients.
I can exactly remember the smell of the lentils when I entered our house after school as a kid. It is one of the smells I really connect to a certain human being - my Grandmother preparing lunch.
Yesterday my kitchen smelled like my childhood days and the memory of my Granny and of some of her funny awkward mannerisms flashed my mind.
After a while I realized that it was All Saints' Day and that my lentil menu was nothing less than my very own homage dinner.
Although my Granny wasn't the best chef in the world (actually quite the contrary) my connection of lentils to her will probably last as long as I live.
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I love to remember my grandparents, I have pics of them portrayed around the house, sometimes I sit in front of the pics and have my memories: a smell, a phrase, any moment just like you did. And that way of an honest and caring demonstration of love to them is what the Day of the death is about here in Mexico, graves are decorated but a lot of people prepare the food that the death people liked when they are alive and they spend the whole day and night talking with family and having fun infront of the grave just as the person was alive. We put candels to enlighten the way of the spirits back with us, we put water to relieve their thirst after the journey and we put their favorite food to feast. Not everybody makes it like that,sometimes you put this things called @altar@ in the grave or in your house, but I like to put my altar at home and to put the chocolates and fruit my granny liked and a glass of tequila for grand pa. Nice posting MuffReplyDelete