These are my grandmother, uncle, and Djole. Djole is grandmom's favorite cat. Grandmom likes listening to loud music and ordering songs on the radio. My uncle is the strongest, loudest guy in the street. He unexpectedly got married in TKTK, but the family likes the new daughter-in-law.

Sunday lunch at Ivkov's.

This pheasant was one of the ingredients used in the soup.

Grandmom in the backyard with hams.

A photo of grandpa hangs on a wall in grandmom's bedroom.

This is my other uncle with his wife and children. I spent all of my childhood with them. They taught me how to ride a bicycle and we used to sneak into our aunt's room and read her text messages. So, she usually spanked us.

Sunday lunch at Stojöin's.

A pig's head, left over from the Sunday feast.

Watching television is my uncle's favorite Sunday ritual.

Cold December and warm home.

Topalski family lives across my grandmom's house. They are known for their homemade hams and sausages. The children were named after their grandparents Jova and Radmila. Their grandfather was a cool old man. When I was 7, I smoked my first cigarette with him. He said that he wouldn't tell anyone, and he didn't. Luckily I never liked cigarettes. He died few years ago of lung problems. My grandmom says that his wife Radmila was the kind of person you don't meet twice. She often tells me stories about their trips to Czechoslovakia.

Lunch at Topalski's.

Post-lunch bread rolls.

They keep their houseplants in this green room in the winter.

Radmila does her cousin's hair on a Sunday.

This is the Lonarski family. Nice yard. Neat stables. Full pantry. They love when their mom makes the national Serbian dish sarma, and when it comes to dessert, they are not picky. Milkica, right, is known as a good cook. My mom says when they were really young, Milkica already knew a lot of recipes.

Lunch at Lonarski's.

Dining room patterns.

Hen and eggs in backyard.

Stevan holds a lamb in front of the stable.

The Dejanovic family recently moved onto the street. They are nice and the children have ginger hair. I see them all the time playing outside and they remind me of when we were kids. We also played outside with our grandmom, usually football and dodgeball. Grandmom was always a shooter and I was always the first to be out.

Lunch at Dejanovic's.

Christmas preparations.

Leftovers from a Sunday pig slaughtering.

Waiting for sister to come out into the snow.