Probably, though not in the near future. Two of my sisters are studying it, though.
Yeah, she was... particularly considering the time she lived in. Back then it wasn't such a common thing to go against your family and flee just because you didn't want to sleep with the old guy they picked for your husband. She must have had it rough faring on her own at such a young age...
My mum's mother was pretty awesome, too. Her mother died young, so she had to bring up her younger brothers and take care of things at the house. This took up all her time, so she never went to school... but she taught herself how to read and write by listening to her brothers reciting their lessons aloud while she cleaned. She also learned to add and substract in this manner, and she was the one to balance her own family's budget in her time. She was also engaged to marry a guy she didn't love, and like my great-grandma, she didn't stay put, either (she already had a guy she liked in mind, and apparently she was the one to make the first move). She went by herself and told the guy she was not going to marry him, even though she knew the consequences would be dire (you didn't just go against your father's wishes lightly). She was estranged from her family, but she never let that bring her down. She had eight children, and she worked hard her entire life to send all but one of them to college (which is cheaper here than in other countries but still requires extra living expenses they didn't have). She was a tough lady that knew what she wanted and how to get it, and if it wasn't for this I wouldn't have been born: at age 45, she wanted another daugther (she'd only had two) but my grandfather didn't want another kid, so she tricked him: she told him she was already pregnant. By the time he realized she had been lying, she was really pregnant, and she had my mother a few months later. XD
Oh, that sounds awesome. One of my dad's friends has a WWI helmet with a very clear bullet mark hung on a wall... I asked him once about it, and he told me that helmet was the only reason he was born. It had belonged to his grandfather while he was on the war, and the bullet-shaped dent was acquired while he was still wearing it... that helmet saved his life, so he could go back home and get married and eventually have a son, who would became my dad's friend's dad in time. That's one cool heirloom, I gotta say. :)
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:17 am (UTC)Yeah, she was... particularly considering the time she lived in. Back then it wasn't such a common thing to go against your family and flee just because you didn't want to sleep with the old guy they picked for your husband. She must have had it rough faring on her own at such a young age...
My mum's mother was pretty awesome, too. Her mother died young, so she had to bring up her younger brothers and take care of things at the house. This took up all her time, so she never went to school... but she taught herself how to read and write by listening to her brothers reciting their lessons aloud while she cleaned. She also learned to add and substract in this manner, and she was the one to balance her own family's budget in her time.
She was also engaged to marry a guy she didn't love, and like my great-grandma, she didn't stay put, either (she already had a guy she liked in mind, and apparently she was the one to make the first move). She went by herself and told the guy she was not going to marry him, even though she knew the consequences would be dire (you didn't just go against your father's wishes lightly). She was estranged from her family, but she never let that bring her down. She had eight children, and she worked hard her entire life to send all but one of them to college (which is cheaper here than in other countries but still requires extra living expenses they didn't have). She was a tough lady that knew what she wanted and how to get it, and if it wasn't for this I wouldn't have been born: at age 45, she wanted another daugther (she'd only had two) but my grandfather didn't want another kid, so she tricked him: she told him she was already pregnant. By the time he realized she had been lying, she was really pregnant, and she had my mother a few months later. XD
Oh, that sounds awesome. One of my dad's friends has a WWI helmet with a very clear bullet mark hung on a wall... I asked him once about it, and he told me that helmet was the only reason he was born. It had belonged to his grandfather while he was on the war, and the bullet-shaped dent was acquired while he was still wearing it... that helmet saved his life, so he could go back home and get married and eventually have a son, who would became my dad's friend's dad in time. That's one cool heirloom, I gotta say. :)