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#SoCS Nov. 7/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “jour.” Find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. Bonus points if you start or end your post with that word. Enjoy!

Jour’ puzzled me because I was reading it for the first time. It is fun to come across new words and look up their meaning. It comes from French and ultimately from Latin. It means daily or relating to one day. Its meaning is found in words like journey, journal and such words.

Journal brought to mind Slice of Life. I have been posting there since early 2017. Every Tuesday we have to post a slice of our life. End of that year I started writing letters to my Doddamma My Slice of life post was an edited version of my letters. It is a journal. We think that there is not much happening in life but they make us realize that every day is different. There is a sameness too which feels good.

In the late seventies, my paternal grandfather wrote his memoirs at the insistence of his elder daughter. He described so vividly all that had happened to him decades earlier. He wrote about life in the first half of the 20th century and his description brought those times alive for us. Anyone would have thought that he had kept journals through the years and had written his memoirs reading through them. But I remember all his worldly possessions filled a small trunk and a bag. He had a wonderful memory.

Every year he and his younger sister went with their mother to their maternal grandparents’ home about twelve miles from their home to attend the death anniversary rituals of their maternal grandfather. Those were the times when there were no buses or cars or bicycles. There were only mud roads for bullock carts. The enjoyed the journey and what a journey it was ! They had to cross flat lands, climb hills and come down, cross small streams and it was impossible not to play in the flowing water.

They left home early in the morning with two servants. Their mother carried tender coconuts, beaten rice and jaggery. They  reached ‘Kochchi Gudde’ ( gudde means hill in Kannada), about six to seven miles away at about 10 o’clock. They rested under a tree on top of the hill and ate what they had brought. By afternoon they reached my grandfather’s cousin’s home. After lunch they set off again. On the way they walked through a forest and crossed a river in a boat . A boatman was always present with his craft to ferry wayfarers. They reached their destination by sunset.

Their sojourn with their grandparents, maternal uncles, aunts and their families lasted for a month. They visited their relatives and had great fun with all their cousins. These visits took place during the closing years of 19th century and the first decade of the 20th century. Fast forward to the 1960s and 70s we journeyed to our maternal grandparents’ place by train and now in the 21st century our grandchildren who live in Germany come by aeroplanes to the nearest airport and from there by car to our home. 😊

The jours of three centuries! 😊

My grandfather and his sister