Today, my lolo (grandfather) went home.
He has been insisting the past few days that he would like to go home giving us excuses and other reasons just for him to leave and we kept placating him to stay giving several reasons too for him to stay.
He is a persistent man. As much as we wanted him to go, we are concerned about his well-being and the fact that no will be there to watch over him. My mom and one of my nieces accompanied him. My mom wants to make sure that somebody will take care of him there and watch over him.
He will return this Wednesday. We only gave him medications to cover him up to that point so that there is a reason for him to return here.
We cannot blame him for wanting to go home. It's his home. He needs to make sure everything is okay.
This is also time for me to wash his blankets.
I believe that guys should be the one doing the laundry. If you ever do your laundry, then you know exactly what I am talking about. Especially blankets. Do you know how heavy they can once they get soaked? Even if you have washing machine to do so, it is the rinsing and wringing part that is tough.
These blankets we have were woven by hand. These were made by my lola (grandmother). I can still picture her in my mind doing it. She would have weave at a certain length and do another. After that, she sews three or four of those together to form a blanket. Weaving is done by women. We call this process of weaving as abel.
If I remember it right, these were the last blankets that my grandmother made before she got sick and eventually succumbed to her illness.
I remember her as a hardworking woman. She would wake up early to go to her uma (oo-ma) or gardens. These were located in the mountains so she would have to hike to get to them. I have been to some of those umas. When she passed, nobody knows where her other gardens are. There were plenty of them but we only maintain a couple of them. She tilled those lands her whole life.
She is an industrious woman. There is always something that she is doing even when she is sitting down. Whenever I visit you can see her popping beans she just harvested from the garden to be distributed to her children or to whoever would come to visit. If not, she is sewing frogsuits (the overalls for babies that were knitted by neighbors). She would sew them together to make the suit and she gets paid for the labor of it.
She and my lolo also take care of pigs. You would see her or him going around the neighborhood collecting leftovers to feed the pigs. They also have chickens and sometimes dogs.
She will always do her chores in silence.
Sometimes we cook food using wood or using the stove. I find food cooked in wood tasting better.
My grandfather was a miner until he was found out to have a spot in his lung. He stopped and became a laborer instead, working where work is found.
My grandparents worked and toiled before the sun is up and when the sun is down. That is all they ever did and that is what I always remember of them.
They are my grandparents on the mother side. We are more close to them since they live 30-45 minutes from us.
My grandparents from my father side live 4 hours away from us. We don't visit them much. It is them who comes to our house on rare occasions. They have since both passed away. Their house served as a vacation home for the family.
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