Honoring grandmothers. I only had one, my mother's. I remember her frequently, because I have a bunch of anecdotes, which I often tell. I must admit that she left a marked influence on me: her sayings, way of being, cooking and general behavior, left their mark; without me trying, at any moment, a lesson or something funny from what I experienced comes to light.Greetings, friends of the @holos-lotus community. My daughter @lilianajimenez has proposed an initiative and I have decided to participate. It is a topic that I like,

My grandmother was not like the typical old lady in stories, a small person with glasses who reads stories to her grandchildren, sweet and affectionate, she was the opposite. She had a nickname for me, which I prefer not to mention, and which had to do with my physical constitution and it was not that I was very robust, but that my cousins were quite thin and small. We will always stand out for some characteristic, besides, I was the oldest.

My grandmother had a sense of humor, despite her often sullen face, she was given to imitating voices and had humorous remarks. If she liked someone, she could get her best attentions from them: a cup of coffee, conversation and even food; but if she didn't like them, she had to put up with their rudeness, although with time she could accept it, the person's memory always remained how it was at the beginning.

I always studied her face before speaking to her and if I saw that she was in a good mood, I would speak to her. I don't remember any visible displays of affection, but I do remember the advice she gave me at the time, which I followed to the letter. While her grandchildren were small, she would carry them and dance on her lap to songs she improvised, with witty lyrics that made us laugh. There we saw a fun grandmother, but when we ran around and played with her plants, we saw her scolding. Now I understand her well.

Love did not come in the form of kisses and hugs but in the attention she had for each one. She knew her children's tastes and she would set aside a portion of what she prepared for them when they came to visit her. It was her way of pleasing. She would make sweets or some special dish and give each one their portion and she knew who had eaten and who hadn't; but if someone didn't accept, she would feel very bad and would remember that snub forever. I unconsciously imitated my mother's way of never rejecting any food that was given to me, and with a "good" to the offer, I was sure of the next distribution. From there I keep, intact in my memory, the piece of roast, on top of a piece of casabe, whose flavor I try to copy every December of each year.

From her I inherited a set of words and ways of saying things, which I repeat frequently, adding: "as my grandmother used to say." I think that in this way I keep her alive in everyone's memory, even if they didn't know her like I did.

The maternal grandmother becomes a figure of strength within the family clan, she brings the roots and the power to gather all her family members around her. When my grandmother left, she also took that union with her, each one gave themselves over to their own family group and we lost that connection that even networks cannot maintain. I would love for my family, when I leave, to remain as the block that they have been until now.

Thank you for your kind reading.

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