Grandmothers

They are something precious.
They are something old.
They are precious because are one of the oldest "material thing" that someone can still "have".
That kind of preciousness that comes from oldness.

They are history, they are philosophy, they are the best story tellers.
They "invented" how to cook, they "know" how to cook, they "wrote" how to cook.

They were born during a war, they grew up during a war, they went to school during a war (or they didn't because of it), they got married during a war, they had children during a war, they grew up their children during a war.

After they just started to become old, old and precious.
After they just started to tell stories, stories after lunch.

You could listen the same story many and many times after lunch around that table since you were a child until you will be jealous about that childlike time.
You colud listen those memories during all your youthfulness and those will be your best memories of "home". Your best memories of the time when everything was going on in the right direction, so right that you didn't realize it (children never realize how much is perfect their life. When they start to realize it it's because they are not anymore children, they are not anymore perfect. It's when they become to be persons).
That time when every Sunday lunch you were sitting at that table, eating that wonderful food (something that is not really food, is something more, is something that belong to you), listening at that memories.
That time that will never come back.
That time so precious because of it.