It is not coincidental that this is my first blog. Life Under The Dark Sky is a novel about a courageous and wise young woman and her journey through the war.
The International Women’s Day observed mostly in Europe, celebrates the women of every avenue of life and their
achievements.
I remember years ago when in my home country, March 8th was a day full of good wishes and flowers. Children celebrated their mothers offering them self made cards decorated with dry pressed flowers, sparkling colorful paper and red and white silk strings, they diligently worked on for days at school in complete secrecy from the recipients. As a child that was the most emotional moment when I was giving my mom a kiss and a hug along with the card I was so proud of. My mother would have opened the envelope and looked in awe at the masterpiece I produced. Years later, long after my mother was gone I found the collection of March 8th cards she received from me over my school years. Memories that brought me tears and made me miss her even more, and perhaps dear memories for her in the years I was away on another continent and she was alone!
When I became a mother myself, I received my share of cards and affection in celebrating this day also known as Mother’s Day. Delicate bouquets of tiny spring flowers were sold at every street corner by peasants, and at work the companies organized festive lunches and dinners for the female employees and their spouses. It was one of the few days when one could be happy and the society allowed the tradition to manifest itself freely.
In North America the day is associated with the syndicalism movement and has lost the symbol of spring and re-creation that once meant for me. But nevertheless I enjoy knowing that it is March 8th and I smile at the memories I have about the significance of the day, and the joy that brought me in the past.
To all the women out there:
Cheers and Happy International Women’s Day! Let Spring come and bring sunshine and warmth into our
hearts!
The International Women’s Day observed mostly in Europe, celebrates the women of every avenue of life and their
achievements.
I remember years ago when in my home country, March 8th was a day full of good wishes and flowers. Children celebrated their mothers offering them self made cards decorated with dry pressed flowers, sparkling colorful paper and red and white silk strings, they diligently worked on for days at school in complete secrecy from the recipients. As a child that was the most emotional moment when I was giving my mom a kiss and a hug along with the card I was so proud of. My mother would have opened the envelope and looked in awe at the masterpiece I produced. Years later, long after my mother was gone I found the collection of March 8th cards she received from me over my school years. Memories that brought me tears and made me miss her even more, and perhaps dear memories for her in the years I was away on another continent and she was alone!
When I became a mother myself, I received my share of cards and affection in celebrating this day also known as Mother’s Day. Delicate bouquets of tiny spring flowers were sold at every street corner by peasants, and at work the companies organized festive lunches and dinners for the female employees and their spouses. It was one of the few days when one could be happy and the society allowed the tradition to manifest itself freely.
In North America the day is associated with the syndicalism movement and has lost the symbol of spring and re-creation that once meant for me. But nevertheless I enjoy knowing that it is March 8th and I smile at the memories I have about the significance of the day, and the joy that brought me in the past.
To all the women out there:
Cheers and Happy International Women’s Day! Let Spring come and bring sunshine and warmth into our
hearts!
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