And I had to change my head — although only my 4 - year - old granddaughter could do it.
For me. The Feast of the Dead There was always a time of reflection, of memories of those who left. This festival is profoundly rooted in our tradition — the time erstwhile we visit cemeteries, light candles, lay flowers, and in silence we remember loved ones. I always treated them as a sacred minute of the year — full of nostalgia and reflection.
And then it came to Poland. Halloween — together with Coca-Cola and all Western pop culture. Feast of Scaring: houses decorated with pumpkins, spiders and skeletons, children dressed as witches, ghosts and monsters, moving from door to door with the cry of “sweeties or pranks!”.
I did not head just having fun, but, as Copernicus utilized to say, “worst money displaces better.” I was afraid it would be the same: amused Halloween will dispelour serious Polish tradition of All Saints — erstwhile Slavic Grandads.
That's why I've been hanging a card on the gate for years, saying, “We don’t celebrate Halloween here”So the kids don't call.
But my granddaughter had another plans.
Specially flying to Poland at All Saints — and by the way, to play Halloween with his cousins.
And although I inactive have a fear that Polish tradition may disappear, I had to give up.. With my granddaughter, no 1 would have a chance.
I just hope 1 doesn't gotta regulation out the other. That you could grin in a witch's disguise, and then the next day light a pit on Grandpa's grave.
You can remember — and have fun at once.
