FRANCE
When
I was a little girl, I lived in town with my grandparents. My parents were very
young and had to travel far away for their studies. I could see them during
week-ends only. I loved my grandmother a lot, she who was so thoughtful and
kind to me. A dog and four cats lived in the house. My grandmother tried to
please me and spoil me as much as she could. My grandfather was very mocking
and he loved fishing and hunting. Now I go fishing with him. I loved spending
time with them ! I keep a wonderful memory of these days. I am glad each time I
see them but the occasions are less
frequent these days.
Aurore Caumont
Aurélie Paulay
Luce Faget
Elisa Baqué
ITALY
I observe
this photo and I see that the grandmother’s face shows affection for her granddaughter
and the child has a smile on her face which emanates an incredible happiness. I
feel their emotion, an emotion you cannot describe. These moments are very
important and they are very useful for
life above all for children life.
It’s fantastic to have a grandmother like that one
with whom sharing beautiful and bad moments, important and less important
events. With her you can share happy and
sad moments, hugs and kisses .She understands if you are sad or happy only with
a glance. With your grandmom you cannot
have a secret, she protects you from lies and illusions.
SPAIN
I see a boy
who after school goes to his grandmother’s home to have lunch with her. His
grandmother is a very old woman. She asks him how he is doing at school and
what he has learned that day. After lunch, the boy shows her the pictures he
has painted about his family, his friends…
And all
this reminds me when I visit my grandmother and she tells me stories of her
childhood, what she used to play, what she learned at school, what she did with
her grandmother, which is very similar to what she does with her own
grandaughter now.
And this
boy loves spending time with his grandmother because she tells him about the
games she used to play, and then he plays these games with his friends.
Sometimes, he brings his best friend with him and they listen to his
grandmother’s wonderful and funny stories.
Salma Ben Daouch
GERMANY
I still remember my last day with her…
Though I knew that her time was limited I didn’t
expect it to come that fast. At that time I thought I could stop it – how
stupid! I don’t see my Grandma very often that’s why I was so excited to see
her that day…her last day. When she opened the door she still looked so agile
and happy. We played cards and I helped her in the kitchen. It was a wonderful
day and we both enjoyed it very much. One wouldn’t expect her to be so old,
especially when she was laughing. Then she really looked like a young girl. I
begged my mom to stay overnight but she denied because the next day she had to
work. So we drove home. At home I was staying awake quite long because of being
so sad to have left her. At some time at night I must have fallen asleep as the
next thing I remember was the phone ringing unusually early in the morning. The
caller submitted the message… my Grandma was dead! Difficult to express my
feelings… sadness changed to anger about my mom who didn’t let me stay with her
that night so I could prevent her death… Today I know that I couldn’t do
anything against it and that nobody was guilty of her death. It comes when it
has to come. My Grandma got old and had a good life and nothing wouldn’t have
changed if we stayed that night. I hope we’ll see each other one day again!
Lisa Fiedler
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