Thank you for sharing, and I'm sorry for your loss, fellow HNer.
About 8 years ago I was enjoying a lazy morning with my dear grandmother, who was feeling particularly chatty as she insisted on making us breakfast.
Having previously recorded her making traditional foods (empanadas + tamales) in her kitchen before moving away, I had always wanted to interview her about life.
There was no better time to start, so I elevated my iPhone off the kitchen table and recorded her stories that morning.
The stories would turn out to be an amalgamation of different eras of her life, from growing up in a small village in Colombia, working as a seamstress, starting a small business, and raising a family in a strange land US. Many of the details were slightly intertwined and a little mixed up. The accuracy of the stories was not as important as her willingness to tell them.
She passed away a year ago, and that recording has brought comfort and laughter to her sisters, children, and grandchildren.
About 8 years ago I was enjoying a lazy morning with my dear grandmother, who was feeling particularly chatty as she insisted on making us breakfast.
Having previously recorded her making traditional foods (empanadas + tamales) in her kitchen before moving away, I had always wanted to interview her about life.
There was no better time to start, so I elevated my iPhone off the kitchen table and recorded her stories that morning.
The stories would turn out to be an amalgamation of different eras of her life, from growing up in a small village in Colombia, working as a seamstress, starting a small business, and raising a family in a strange land US. Many of the details were slightly intertwined and a little mixed up. The accuracy of the stories was not as important as her willingness to tell them.
She passed away a year ago, and that recording has brought comfort and laughter to her sisters, children, and grandchildren.
gracias mi abuelita, te quiero.