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As a child I’ve always loved to listen to stories of the elders. Even as a teenager my grandmother sat me on her lap and kept telling stories after one another. In our big family, the weekend celebrations were quite regular. At these occasions, we kids listened to the adventures of the grown-ups, sometimes laughing, sometimes gawking. Of course I’ve heard the most amazing stories during weddings, when the grown-ups had a few drinks.
Ever since I’ve started travelling around, I lodge here and there, and try to relive this feeling, when I have the opportunity to listen to others either on a porch, a small shop, a pub, or deep in the forest.
For a long time now I cherished the idea of sharing some of these stories. Because herbs and natural cures have a special place in my life and discussions about them are on the rise these days. I always thought if I’d write about them, others might find these pieces of information useful.
Marianna Makai
If a “bolgárkertész” grandchild builds a herb garden…
…than it usually ends up being something marvelous. Almost a century ago a gardener couple from Bulgaria moved to Hungary. Their children were not interested in their profession, but one of their grandchildren suddenly became fascinated with plants and the earth. This...
Stories about herbs
If you have an idea, send it to us!
If you, or someone you know has a good story, even in the farthest corner of the country, – or beyond that – I’d like to sit down with them, and write it down.
