Today, at the Open-Air Museum event, they came to life again. The heavy turf creaked, and a handful of freshly ground flour appeared in the palms of the guests — the aroma of childhood, the smell of bread. The melody of threads sounded on the loom: under skillful hands, simple yarn turned into a canvas with patterns, like an ornament of the past coming to life. And the old separator hummed merrily, dividing the milk into cream and sour cream — the miracle that once delighted every family. The audience didn't just watch — they became participants in this story: they turned the knobs, tried, and were surprised. And on this day, the museum ceased to be a place behind glass — it became a part of the living memory of the people. The Open-air Museum gave everyone a real journey through time and a warm sense of belonging to traditions.
