Two different countries, two different people. Werner, my Swiss Grandad. Born in 1931. Although he lives in Switzerland, back in 1944 he saw the big fire in my German hometown when the allies dropped their first bombs.
Mamita, the French-American grandmom of my husband. Born in 1937. Her dad emigrated to the United States during WWI to flee the war.
A lot more anecdotes could follow, and I am sure just like your grandparents, the stories they tell you are rich, profound and sometimes surreal. Sometimes we tend to forget in what reality they lived in. I visited Werner and Mamita to document their life now. I didn’t find bitterness, I found wisdom. Both were at peace. With their life, with their past, with the present and the future.
The universe of my grandad in Switzerland: Pure, liquid air, calm winds, tradition over trends. The roots go deep, relationships go even deeper. Everybody knows everyone.
The universe of Edith ‘Mamita’ in France: A calm village with 400 habitants. She is in love with her two gardens and reconnects to nature and the universe with spending time outside.