old story

One time my great grandmother had birthday in our old house in the village. She invited all her friends and when they were singing songs, right after the dinner, I almost could see the light coming from the table and shining in the room. The singing was beautiful, bright, touching, when you feel the words and can see the story. The old ladies used to sing in our house almost every week. And the house was very warm, when you just close the door from outside world, want to relax, feel happy like you are really home. And everything was very simple, mostly hand made, I think with love...