Category: Grandmother
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She wasn’t trying to write history the way it had been accepted. She was trying to ask, ‘what if the version we’ve been handed is wrong?’ @KnitWithDeborah talking about Barbara G. Walker‘s work Barbara Walker’s ideas were about history with a capital H. But this can easily be applied to individual histories and it is now…
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Grief, I have come to believe, is one of the trickiest terrains most of us will eventually have to negotiate. Like most painful experiences, we do our best to avoid mourning our losses. We try to define grief, to mold it into our human illusions of an orderly and comprehensible world. We come up with…
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My grandmother was born in Havana, Cuba. If official records of her death are correct, in the year 1892, just 3 years before Cuba’s second war for independence and 6 from the better known Spanish-American War.
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I was born in 1977, just as democracy was beginning to take root in Spain. My family carried the weight of history—my father and grandfather lived through Franco’s dictatorship, proud of their roots but never knowing the full story of what happened to some of our relatives. Their dignity and quiet strength shaped me deeply.…
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A simple list of names: seven men; one woman. The first two names on the list were a married couple, I know a little bit about them, not enough. I know nothing about the other six men on the list. They are all, however, joined in eternity. A married couple and six other humans they…