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Māris Čepulis
Through a slumbering, chilly farmhouse a wind-up alarm clock announces its metallic rattle of a good morning, the springs of Granny’s bed groan. She dresses, steps into her gumshoes and shuffles to the kitchen. There she takes a bundle of brushwood and a scrap of the newspaper “Lauku Avīze”, she opens the door of the cast-iron stove accompanied by its loud wail and kindles a fire. A rosy glow caresses her wrinkled cheeks and forehead framed by white curls. A pair of concerned eyes watch the growing flame for a little while.
The firewood crackles on almost lazily. Tiny red dots, having escaped through the thin slit in the door of the stove, glide to the clay floor. Even now, 25 years later, this memory sends the same pleasant morning slumber over me. I remember that after that Granny would wade through the crunching snow to the barn. There she would pour mash to the pigs and strew grain to the chickens. She’d lay an armful of hay for the heifer and with her gentle “shoo, shoo” would push her back giving way to the pregnant cow. Then she would pull a few beetroots from the basement and give them to the animals - that’s for dessert. After that she would make her way to the fourteen linings deep well to fetch water and give drink to all of her live-stock.
“Children, wake up, potatoes are done and served”, Granny’s jolly, resonant voice casts my slumber away. She knows that it is one of our favourite dishes that nobody else can cook so well even at our home in the city. Having rubbed the sleep of our eyes and washed our faces with ice-cold water, we rush to the table. We grab and eat the steaming potatoes blowing at them to cool them off.
“Take some butter”, Granny passes us a plate with a chunk of freshly made butter - yellow, aromatic and salty. She sits down in the corner between the refrigerator and table and observes how we, with mouths grinning, try to bite the potatoes and not get burned. “Scratch off the coal first”, she says, taking the potato away from my brother and expertly cuts away the burnt parts of the potato. And there she sits following our every move with her warm and caring look.
Those were the most wonderful mornings at our Granny’s place. Yes, Granny. Not Grandmother. Grandmother was an alien, urban word to me.
She did not believe in God, showed no support to any political party, and never took sides. She simply took care of the home, patiently and stubbornly. The home where we always felt safe and loved. That home will always live in my memories. That is what I hope to create for my children and I wish you to have a home like that, too.
“HouseProjects, Ltd” was established in 2014. Since then, it was like traveling on a road full of challenges and trials. With countless cups of coffee, through sleepless nights and a multitude of complicated projects we saw and together survived the biggest economic crisis, decline of construction, and the technological revolution of today. From the very beginning, we were loyal to our fundamental values – impeccable customer service and improvement of our qualification as experts.
We are grateful to all our clients who helped us grow. We hope that you will continue to be a part of our company’s story.
Our inner culture, traditions, and relationships make a foundation on which we build our identity and success of the company. We believe that only happy employees can make our customers happy.
The high quality of our projects and accuracy are the main factors that distinguish us from our competitors.
We grow as a company only when each of us grows as a personality.
Jānis Kononovs
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