The smiles are wide here. They are full of hope and filled with laughter. This I learned at a family gathering last night. There were twenty-one Sards, one Italian and one Canadian at this festival which was held a few mountains over from ours. From the moment we entered the door with our ‘permesso,’ the radiant smiles never stopped.
After making the round of the usual kiss on both cheeks to everyone in attendance we set upon duties for the nightly meal. Mine consisted of grating five pounds of mozzerella, gran padano and of course pecorino cheese. Others busied themselves with the cutting of baby tomatoes, onions, artichokes, the washing of rucola and the slicing of fresh local salami. There were black olives, green olives, hot peppers, regular peppers, wild mushrooms and even fresh boar sausage. All of these ingredients would be put on fifteen pizzas and laid to cook in an ancient stone oven.
We gathered ourselves at the large oak table, raised our glasses and dug in. People were laughing, sharing stores, pouring more wine and eating too much pizza. A true Sardinian family gathering was in full swing. I felt at home amongst most of these strangers when a kind old woman (eighty-eight) sat down beside me. Zia put her hand on my knee and asked me my name, her kind eyes delving deep into my retinas. Her energy mixing with mine. It was as if she was my grandmother and she knew everything about me; her eyes gave it away.
I asked my husband what relation Zia is to him and he told me, she’s my Zia. This I understood as in Sardegna the younger generation calls ALL elders Zia or Zio. But I said, ‘Zia looks just like you.’ My husband looked at me and told me that this Zia is his mother’s sister. Real true blood! My heart raced and I looked at Zia and she with her knowing eyes left her hand firmly planted on my knee.
My husband’s mother passed two weeks after my husband was born in ’69. She had complications during childbirth and my husband would grow up never knowing who his mother was. He has one remaining Zia, one remaining true blood and I’m meeting her in the flesh. I spoke with Zia for several minutes and for some reason I asked her when her birthday is. I had just a strange feeling about this woman albeit a strange good aura kind of feeling. Zia told me in her hushed aged voice that her birthday is the same as mine. I could feel her bony hands clutching mine, I could feel her heart beat through our faced palms.
In this moment I fell in love with Zia. After all the pizza was eaten and mirto drank we said our goodbyes and with forty-six kisses out-of-the-way we made our way to the car. I told my husband that I wanted to kidnap Zia and he asked why. I said that I thought she was beautiful, that her spirit is full and she has a knowing eye, and that we share the same birthday. But above all, I told him. Just because she’s your true blood.
Wow. Really, really touching. Communicated the spirit of the place beautifully, too.
Yes, really. It was a wonderful moment that I will never forget.
Beautiful post! I’m just starting to read your Seven Links!!!!!! I really enjoy this award. It is a great way to find the buried treasures inside some of my favorite blogs!
I loved reading about Zia and it is very nice to meet you and your blog. Good luck with everything.
What a delightful blog. I liked reading about Zia. I could just see the sparkle in her eye and the crinkles on her face. You are blessed.
also, last year I learned how to make pasta from scratch. Then I made a meal of homemade ravioli. Let me tell you, with just my husband and myself it was SO much work! I would rather write a sentence 500 times, ‘making ravioli is hard.’ than ever do that again. It took us hours.
But I imagine, being surrounded by many generations of loved ones while preparing the family meal, is something special. And you are doubly blessed.
Making pasta is something I would never attempt. Too hard. Thanks for stopping by.
Jealous? Me? yes of course! Fresh pizza, wine, sard company and a zia ‘who knows’ fabulous story and what a coincidence she shares your birthday!!!
Thanks for checking in again. Life certainly throws us some curve balls, and sharing the same bd as Zia is just the icing on the cake.