Issime

Das déin noame séji gwihti,

das déin weelt cheemi,

das als séggi wi d’ willischt sua im hümmil wi ouf im heert.

Gib n’ündsch höit ünz bruat van all toaga,

tu n’ündsch varzîn ündsch schuldini wi wir varzîn deenen das n’ündsch séin schuldig,

loa n’ündsch nöit vallen im schwache weg,

wa hüt n’ündsch ous ter ellji büaschi dinhi.

Amen

geheiligt werde dein Name.

Dein Reich komme.

Dein Wille geschehe,

wie im Himmel so auf Erden.

Unser tägliches Brot gib uns heute.

Und vergib uns unsere Schuld,

wie auch wir vergeben unsern Schuldigern.

Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung,

sondern erlöse uns von dem Bösen.

Amen.

sia santificato il tuo nome,

venga il tuo regno,

sia fatta la tua volontà

come in cielo così in terra.

Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano,

e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti

come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori,

e non ci indurre in tentazione,

ma liberaci dal male.

Amen

Unz as sibenzg joar hinner, Sen Kroasch beerga, vür d’Winnacht, sén gsinh volli lljöit mita dam via um étzen z’hoei un aschparren das im grunn vür dan gruasse winter. Ievun voaren ingier, tor eini, tor endri hen avittrut d’nachpara un ghannut as kollutziunh wass dschi hen kheen zam hous: wust un dschambunh, gute chiesch, chüjini, bloat néidlu ol batüwa, kaffi, milch, wéin, hunkh um essen mit dam bruat.

Wa wéilu voart, antwier das ischt gcheen a wissu ischt kannhe lotze um etwas gschöjun. Im Ronh, darwil eina der wachtunu, ellji sén gsinh im pielljhe un séntsch nen kannhen troan awek d’chüjini van im hous … um dschi essen mit anner gséllji … auch das ischt gsinh an brouch.

Zam méztku, bsinnimich lannhuscht, hentsch toan z’grobschta allz im selben tag, un dé spoat d’nacht, het mu mussun chorrun da nawe wust un z’buddinh, as poar trüffili ol stekhjini um essen darmit un etwas z’tringhien … wir chinn sén aschuan gsinh z’schloafe un séntsch nüntsch kannhen arwékhjen un troa chorrun z’buddinh. Génh wénn mu het kesse ol trunghe, séjiis in as kollutziunh ol wachen am tuate, z’miternacht hentsch gmachut z’kaffi, ol vür gien da vargeb, woa dschi hen keen elljene an trungh, hentsch nündsch zeihut z’gwintschen vür d’lljaubu sieli; “Gottsch ergans vür d’lljaubu sieli”, un d’chinn: “das war mieje wacksen gsünni, grechi un gwoaltigi”.

Until seventy years ago, the San Grato valley was inhabited during Advent—people had gone up with their livestock to consume the mountain fodder and save the lower pasture's hay for the heart of winter. Before descending, now one family, now another would invite the neighbors and prepare a late-night snack with whatever they had at home: salami and prosciutto, good toma cheese, fritters, whipped cream, batüwa (whipped cream with eggs, wine, and sugar), coffee, milk, wine, and honey to eat with bread.

But sometimes, someone who had heard about it would hide nearby to steal something. At Ronh, during one of these vigils, everyone was in the dining room, and someone entered the kitchen to steal the fritters... to eat them with other friends. That, too, was a custom.

At the pig slaughter, I remember, long ago, almost everything was done in one day. And late at night, you still had to taste the fresh salami and blood sausage, with potatoes or breadsticks to go with it, and something to drink. We children were already asleep, and they would wake us up to taste the blood sausage. Whenever food and drink were offered—whether during vigils or funeral wakes—coffee was made at midnight. When visiting the deceased, where a drink was offered to all, we were taught to offer it for the souls in Purgatory: “May God grant it to the souls in Purgatory,” and the children would add: “So that we may grow up healthy, strong, and honest.”