Saturday, July 23, 2005

One of my maternal great-grandmothers, the one they called Khamajee, gave birth to 14 children.

She outlived 10 of them.

When one of her boys was 8 or 9 years old, he came in from playing outside and annouced to his mother: "Khamajee, man mordam" ("Khamajee, I died."). Then he did just that: he collapsed and died on the spot.

But Khamajee survived that and the death of nine other of her children. She even lived to see the birth of one of her great-grand children (me!). If it weren't for the car accident that killed her, she probably would have seen more of us. Her youngest son was driving when the accident happened. He has never gotten over it.

I don't have any personal memories of her, but I'm glad our life-times overlapped.