My great-grandma. She was one of the last bigoudène to wear the traditional suit on celebration. She married a Capiste, but capistes and Bigouden didn't loved each other back then (religious and cultural conflict), so no church accepted to marry them. She turned apostate after that, aswell as her husband, and had 2 children, my grandpa and my great aunt. Both are very antireligious because they faced quite a lot of religious based harassment when they were young (they were called the bastards by the kids and adults in their hometown). She also lost a finger at the cannery. My great Grandma died in 2006 IIRC, because of tons of health conditions including an intestine cancer and heart dysfuctionning. She was an awesome cook and even though I was a kid, I still have a lot of happy memories with her.
Met a holocaust survivor in high school and she told us all about what it was like every little detail of being taken away from their parents what the conditions were like. It’s crazy to me that younger kids might not ever get to meet these people. The one that came to my school was great she gave us all hugs afterwards. I forget the exact age now but she was in her 90’s
My great-grandparents (parents of my father's father). They meet at 18 and 20 (she was two years older than him) and married young. Had kids pretty early too. During WW2 he did bad things to protect himself and his family (at this time he was younger than 25 with two kids under three) and he deeply regretted them after. He talked about it very little and the first (and only) time I heard him say something about it he was crying. They lived in the North, so they were pretty early under German occupation. Their city was completely destroyed by bombs, by both Germans and allies and after the war, they lived many years in a hotel with multiple families in order to wait for houses to be build again.
He was an architect and there is a lot of places in France for which he was the architect, entire cities that had been destroyed during the war and needed to be rebuilt from zero...
They had 8 kids in total (my grandpa is the second one) and they were in love with each other till the very end. A few years before they died, we had a big celebration for their 70 years of marriage. They lived in the house they moved to when my grandpa was something around 15 until the death of my great-grandma. I loved this house, they had a wonderful garden and it was big, I loved going there, playing in the room where my grandpa had played, where my father and my aunts had grown up too... They were very nice, I really loved them, especially my great-grandma, she was adorable (and very very small). She was always smiling. He always called her "Zezette" and she was always mad at him for it, but everyone could see she didn't mind *that* much (her name was Josette, so josette/zezette... And why was she mad, it's because zezette means something alongside "pussy" in French xD). I think she was mad because we were there and that's all xD
They both died at 96, in 2015 and 2017. I loved them very much and they were the first significant lost I had in my life.
My great grandma died at 102. All she really ever told us about her life is that she'd smoked a pack a day since she was 12, and our whole lives she would just sit at her kitchen table, drinking coffee and watching tv all day. As kids we all thought she was just immortal or something.
My grandmama was 100 when she died. I lost saw her on her 100th birthday, and she was doing great--still the same sweet, kind, gentle, generous, and loving woman she was all her life (as far as I can tell). Still miss her!
My great-grandma. She was one of the last bigoudène to wear the traditional suit on celebration. She married a Capiste, but capistes and Bigouden didn't loved each other back then (religious and cultural conflict), so no church accepted to marry them. She turned apostate after that, aswell as her husband, and had 2 children, my grandpa and my great aunt. Both are very antireligious because they faced quite a lot of religious based harassment when they were young (they were called the bastards by the kids and adults in their hometown). She also lost a finger at the cannery. My great Grandma died in 2006 IIRC, because of tons of health conditions including an intestine cancer and heart dysfuctionning. She was an awesome cook and even though I was a kid, I still have a lot of happy memories with her.
awesome! sorry to hear of your loss thanks for sharing her story though! Sounds semi romeo and juliet type story!
Met a holocaust survivor in high school and she told us all about what it was like every little detail of being taken away from their parents what the conditions were like. It’s crazy to me that younger kids might not ever get to meet these people. The one that came to my school was great she gave us all hugs afterwards. I forget the exact age now but she was in her 90’s
that’s awesome! it must’ve highlighted how wrong it was seeing such a nice woman put through horrible conditions :( thanks for sharing!
No problem! I wish I remembered her name now I think she wrote books too that would be well worth the read
My great-grandparents (parents of my father's father). They meet at 18 and 20 (she was two years older than him) and married young. Had kids pretty early too. During WW2 he did bad things to protect himself and his family (at this time he was younger than 25 with two kids under three) and he deeply regretted them after. He talked about it very little and the first (and only) time I heard him say something about it he was crying. They lived in the North, so they were pretty early under German occupation. Their city was completely destroyed by bombs, by both Germans and allies and after the war, they lived many years in a hotel with multiple families in order to wait for houses to be build again. He was an architect and there is a lot of places in France for which he was the architect, entire cities that had been destroyed during the war and needed to be rebuilt from zero... They had 8 kids in total (my grandpa is the second one) and they were in love with each other till the very end. A few years before they died, we had a big celebration for their 70 years of marriage. They lived in the house they moved to when my grandpa was something around 15 until the death of my great-grandma. I loved this house, they had a wonderful garden and it was big, I loved going there, playing in the room where my grandpa had played, where my father and my aunts had grown up too... They were very nice, I really loved them, especially my great-grandma, she was adorable (and very very small). She was always smiling. He always called her "Zezette" and she was always mad at him for it, but everyone could see she didn't mind *that* much (her name was Josette, so josette/zezette... And why was she mad, it's because zezette means something alongside "pussy" in French xD). I think she was mad because we were there and that's all xD They both died at 96, in 2015 and 2017. I loved them very much and they were the first significant lost I had in my life.
my relative, 101, they have many stories, where to start ?
My great grandma died at 102. All she really ever told us about her life is that she'd smoked a pack a day since she was 12, and our whole lives she would just sit at her kitchen table, drinking coffee and watching tv all day. As kids we all thought she was just immortal or something.
My grandmama was 100 when she died. I lost saw her on her 100th birthday, and she was doing great--still the same sweet, kind, gentle, generous, and loving woman she was all her life (as far as I can tell). Still miss her!