Coming back from Tahoe, it was a one day trip (set off at 4am and headed back from the slope around 5pm, by the time we got back to bay area, it was usually 11ish). Taking a break in a small town before Sacremento. The picture was taken almost 5 years ago. There have been so many changes...
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There is a type of Chinese rice wine, its name means "Daughter Scarlet". When a girl was born, the family would make the wine, store it in big pottery jars and barry them under ground. The wine would be dug out and served on the girl's wedding day.
If the girl couldn't live up to the age of getting married, the wine would still be dug out and sold for money (I don't know if this is true, I just make it up. It is only logical that Chinese would not waste anything). The wine is then named differently, it means "Flower Fade". I always think the name is so tragic yet beautiful.
Because unmarried girls would not have a proper position in a family worship practices (in other words, her existence could not be acknowleged, thus, she would not be remembered), wealthy families usually pay a man to marry a piece of wood with her name engraved on. Many spine-chill ghost stories sterned from this practice.
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