Their blankets are very beautiful. People come from far and wide to buy them.
I liked the lecture they gave on life and how important it is to live in harmony with nature. Their sheep would run away and they would wait for them to come back home on their own when the weather was bad. Their leader was an old hunchbacked gramma who was very active, very respected and the glue keeping the family together.
I really loved her as I saw her do her thing in a manner I could reminisce and see my own Gramma in her. The young people could not keep up with her. lol
I remember a story my Gramma told me about her Mom. She was a small woman and her husband was a very huge man cut down over night, in his prime, by fever.
Never the less, she would go to the homes of her children one by one, give them hell calling them lazy and ignorant about how to do things. She'd rampage through the house putting everything in order . She mended cooked cleaned gardened, canned and when she was satisfied the house was in order, she'd leave and go to the next child's house. lol
My Gramma said nothing was secret with her. but no one ever said a word to her because she commanded respect. lol
In fact they trembled when she would enter the door because they knew they were not up to par to her perfection.
The day for her, was an 18 hour day.
Today, we have to say, thank God for technology and the washing machine.lol
Thank God for the dishwasher, the stove and fridge.
Thank God for the heating furnaces.
All these things had to be done by hand a few generations ago.
It is only because of these things, women today, have the luxury of going to work and be a little independent.








