Tradition Popping Out Through The Pores Of Modern Time

I know. It is winter. With its charm, it can not fade away nice memories of summer which I love the most. Even though I should have written my thoughts long time ago about my experiences, there is always a perfect time to do so. However, memories are those that keep time alive in every moment. And we should be grateful for that.

I love summer festivals. Especially in local villages and communities. Why? Because they are true messengers of past time left behind. Messengers of tradition.

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How much do we know about our tradition, our customs or old crafts? Is it only a handful of our grandma stories? Probably. But it should not be this way. Let’s cherish what is left behind and pass it on to new generations to come.

Every year, in July, there is a a local manifest in a tiny village called Gotalovec in Hrvatsko Zagorje region. Just a perfect road trip getaway for a day. The manifest is called “Tak se negda pri nami delale” which means This is the way we used to live.

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I really enjoy this manifest because it is an open air presentation of rich and interesting heritage of Hrvatsko Zagorje region (northern part of Croatia). From good vibes and people, traditional dishes and crafts, costumes, to great songs and mingling shoulder by shoulder.

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As I grew up in a village I was pretty much involved in cultivation of our own food. My parents and my grandma had a lot of fields and gardens that were cultivated. This was an ordinary way of life we used to live. We cultivated our own food and some of the food we sold in the open market. How happy I was being able to sell our own, homegrown food! Even though it was a hard work for me as I was a kid, now I appreciate hard work and a real value of homemade products. Honestly, being grown up now I miss those days so bad.

I remember how I enjoyed walking bare foot along the warm earth across the fields, enjoying vegetables and fruits out of our gardens and fields (they were so tasteful and smelling)… Now I wish to be a kid again. Playful and dirty, but happy.

Today, all what stays behind are memories and hope they will live throughout the manifests and people who can not leave the time behind.

 

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