We saw people on foot and cars parked by the cemetery. There had been a burial the day before, but that's not why all the people were there.
Luckily almost all the snow we saw when we drove in on Friday has melted. There is still some in ditches and in the shade on the edge of fields, but now it looks green instead of white.
The Sunday after Easter is when Ukrainians visit the cemeteries to visit their family graves. They bring food, candy and drinks to leave on the grave,
Often they have a picnic meal at the gravesite, in fact, some have permanent tables and benches for this reason.
We saw some large memorials, most were recent, but a few dated to Soviet times. I discreetly snapped a couple photos with my phone. That means I did not take one of the family with their meal spread out on the table at one gravesite we passed.
There were vendors selling real and plastic flowers and other things people might want on the way in.
We saw an Orthodox priest walking around with a group of people. Victor thinks this day is an Orthodox tradition. Someone once told Garry that this is the day that the dead can taste vodka, so some is poured onto many gravesites.
|Plates with food and drink with the flowers|
|picnic table at this site|
Many orphans used to run in and take the food off the gravesites, it was one of the best days of the year, we've been told.
After a quick lunch of sharma at the bus station enroute to the English class we were visiting, we spent and hour talking about storms and trying tongue twisters.
Then we raced off to meet another new English speaking couple for coffee and tea at a cafe. At 5:30 we were off for one more stop to buy a new meat grinder to get that hamburger made and frozen after a few false starts yesterday,
It was well worth buying the new meat grinder. I was finished before midnight.Then I did this blogpost... good night!