Rather odd for a blog post, I know, but my dad’s cousin put this on her Facebook page and it touched me so much I wanted to share it!…her ‘Auntie Dorothy” was my very beloved grandmother, with whom I shared a beautiful friendship and DEEP love…….about 23 years since she died and went to heaven (No doubt about it!), and my eyes just welled up typing that!
Her Auntie Dorothy was born in Eastern Turkey and suffered through the genocide, walking 3 months in the Syrian desert as a 9 yr old, seeing firsthand the genocidal murders, dead people all over the roads and in the rivers, etc……she had a beautiful family life till the Turks came, they were pushed out of their homes, which the Kurds moved into, and their world fell apart…then she went to America to stay with a brother at about the age of 18 and never saw her parents again…! She married grandpa and had my dad and uncle…and raised this cousin who writes below!! I tell you this about Grandma because she had so little education but was so smart……something I wasn’t too aware of was her sensitivity in matters such as that described below (She well understood my cousin’s mother and did not (shall we say) ADMIRE her!…and make no mistake, my cousin’s mother meant what she said in the very worst way)
My Auntie Dorothy was the best. I lived in her house for 13 years. Actually, she put up with me for 13 years…
One day, when l was about 9 or 10 years old, l told her that my mother always said the worst day of her life was the day l was born.
“Yes, that’s true,” she said.
“Yes, really,” she answered. “You were born on December 21st…It was snowing and blowing and freezing…But that made no difference to you. We were lucky we didn’t get killed driving your mother to the hospital. It was one of the worst days of my life too.”
“Oh, l thought my mother meant something else,“ l said.
Then Auntie Dorothy pulled my pigtail and said, “You think too much! Go set the table and remember the forks go on the left.”
For sure, Auntie Dorothy was the best. (end)
She was right…Grandma WAS ‘the best’…and I loved recently hearing this story for the first time.
Got any GRANDMA STORIES you’d like to share?