From Generation to Generation
Fall/Winter ’24/25
Chapter l
WHY WILL EVERYTHING BE THIS WAY?
About the everyday.
The simple.
Within arm’s reach. Held close by the heart.
About Grandma’s sewing machine, softly clattering in memory.
The gentle waves etched into her face as she tried to thread a needle through its tiny eye.
The scent of oil drifting from the turning wheel.
Spools of thread.
Buttons in small boxes.
The crisp sound of scissors.
Dresses for dolls.
And at the same time — about what matters most.
The priceless. The unbuyable.
About time together.
About the feeling that it is good.
About knowing that you matter.
About the quiet promise: “No matter what happens — I will be here.”
About the warmth of hands.
About sweetness. Freshly baked apple pie.
About warmth. Herbal tea. No — conversations.
About being wrapped up. In a blanket. No — in an embrace.
About a photo album. No — about cradling memories in your palms and in your heart.
And the most beautiful scent in the air — the knowing that the greatest happiness is simple.
Right here.
What raised us, and what we now grow ourselves from the seeds of kindness and sincerity planted in our hearts.
Everything turns in the great wheel of life.
From generation to generation.
From heart to heart.
Thank you to our film fairy, Natalija, and to the most important “actresses” of the film — and of my life — my Mother and my Daughter.
For days now, a tender tear has been shimmering in my eyes.
Because in my hands I hold a priceless memory of life.
V.
