Tell me about the furthest ancestor you remember meeting.
I met my great-grandfather once when I was 5 or 6 years old — he was around 80 at that time. Who did you meet? What do you remember about them?
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Miram · 31-35, F
My grandfather's mother tried to take me away. Lmao
She was fire.
She tried to save me is more like it. She didn't want me to grow up where I did and she was right. Unfortunately she was too old to interfere. She had dementia and those were her last days.
I was 4.
She at some point forgotten about me in a chicken coop and the whole village thought I was missing and went to the mountains to find me.
I remember her facial tattoos, her kissing me, tying me on her back while we moved. Keeping me warm in a wool blanket. Feeding me. Singing for me. Counting my fingers in case we forgotten any. Calling me small nose.
I was pretty loved as a child by the elderly generation. I think I had so many special experiences despite of everything else that was going on.
Not just with her.
There was a lady who must have exceed the age 100 who used to speak to me about her adventures every single morning. She spoke very different Tamazight language that is no longer spoken. I didn't understand her except when she code switched to mine, but I stayed and listened and agreed with whatever she was saying.
Every single morning in my first year primary school she waited for me. Held my hands together and told me things. And sometimes she brought me food too.
She was fire.
She tried to save me is more like it. She didn't want me to grow up where I did and she was right. Unfortunately she was too old to interfere. She had dementia and those were her last days.
I was 4.
She at some point forgotten about me in a chicken coop and the whole village thought I was missing and went to the mountains to find me.
I remember her facial tattoos, her kissing me, tying me on her back while we moved. Keeping me warm in a wool blanket. Feeding me. Singing for me. Counting my fingers in case we forgotten any. Calling me small nose.
I was pretty loved as a child by the elderly generation. I think I had so many special experiences despite of everything else that was going on.
Not just with her.
There was a lady who must have exceed the age 100 who used to speak to me about her adventures every single morning. She spoke very different Tamazight language that is no longer spoken. I didn't understand her except when she code switched to mine, but I stayed and listened and agreed with whatever she was saying.
Every single morning in my first year primary school she waited for me. Held my hands together and told me things. And sometimes she brought me food too.