I am not sure, but seems that she has had the same symptoms I have (well, I am relaktant to say it, but I'll try, I have spinocerebellar atrophy). I mean, she has been “clumsy” all the time, but the thing is that her husband, my beloved grandpa, just dedicated himself to her. He was taking care of her so that everybody saw it as she was just “lazy” and he was doing everything. Maybe it was “envy” talking in people :) Because everybody only saw the surface, which was the obvious display of “one-sided” story of my grandparents life. The thing about it is that they were living in a country side in Ukrain, which was not so forgivable to the people who are not as healthy. Everybody has to be strong to be able to take care of the garden, of the children, of the house, of income, and, in addition to that, women were obligated to take care of their husband and, moreover, woman always was the one who holds the key responsibility for house and the children. The man has to be only “there”; therefore, it is obvious that my granny was not a great fit in that society; nevertheless, fortunately for her, my grandpa was there for her.
Actually, she was a reason for me to receive an “F” in history; while they told me a “horror” story about masters in feudal Russia, I was thinking of granny’s version of it; somehow, I trusted it at much bigger scale than I ever had trust in my teachers' version who only read about the whole thing. One little story stuck in my memory; it is how my granny’s master took care of her when she had some health problems, how he paid everything and such. That was my granny who taught me how masters were in real life.
She narrated her version of a revolution: they actually did not know about anything that big and that critical was happening in big cities until commies came to villages to “dispossess” things from masters in order to help poor and working class. People like my granny did not know that they were supposed to “struggle” and “survive”, they just worked and lived. That simple, they did not need anybody to do things for them. How my granny ever ended up in Siberia, is whole another story. They were refugees from Ukrain after the World War II, when the massive starvation began; as funny as it was, my dad was born on the way to Siberia. He has a Kasach birth certificate :)
I did not have everything today’s kids have, I did not have big televisions to tell us a story, I did not have entertaining things, but I had my granny to tell me a true story of how things were. Even though my childhood was not all that great because of neverending bullying and things, I am still looking back to my childhood with nostalgia and mixed feelings. There were great moments deserve to be remembered like my granny and her stories.
They are both rest in peace today, unfortunately, my granny has lived without her husband for almost ten years, but now I am sure they are together and happy again. One very promising thing she gave me, the age to which she lived. She passed away at 90 years, so this age is the “deadline” for me too :) Now I am “pursuing” the same career of a “lazy” woman. My husband is doing everything for me, I mean everything, except one thing. I am able to think :) Well, I have a long-long life ahead of me :) The only obligation I have at this point is that I have to “use it” up to the potential, do the best out of what I have.
Actually, she was a reason for me to receive an “F” in history; while they told me a “horror” story about masters in feudal Russia, I was thinking of granny’s version of it; somehow, I trusted it at much bigger scale than I ever had trust in my teachers' version who only read about the whole thing. One little story stuck in my memory; it is how my granny’s master took care of her when she had some health problems, how he paid everything and such. That was my granny who taught me how masters were in real life.
She narrated her version of a revolution: they actually did not know about anything that big and that critical was happening in big cities until commies came to villages to “dispossess” things from masters in order to help poor and working class. People like my granny did not know that they were supposed to “struggle” and “survive”, they just worked and lived. That simple, they did not need anybody to do things for them. How my granny ever ended up in Siberia, is whole another story. They were refugees from Ukrain after the World War II, when the massive starvation began; as funny as it was, my dad was born on the way to Siberia. He has a Kasach birth certificate :)
I did not have everything today’s kids have, I did not have big televisions to tell us a story, I did not have entertaining things, but I had my granny to tell me a true story of how things were. Even though my childhood was not all that great because of neverending bullying and things, I am still looking back to my childhood with nostalgia and mixed feelings. There were great moments deserve to be remembered like my granny and her stories.
They are both rest in peace today, unfortunately, my granny has lived without her husband for almost ten years, but now I am sure they are together and happy again. One very promising thing she gave me, the age to which she lived. She passed away at 90 years, so this age is the “deadline” for me too :) Now I am “pursuing” the same career of a “lazy” woman. My husband is doing everything for me, I mean everything, except one thing. I am able to think :) Well, I have a long-long life ahead of me :) The only obligation I have at this point is that I have to “use it” up to the potential, do the best out of what I have.
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