I lived in a time when electricity had not yet reached most homes. During the day, all the work was carried out very tiringly. There were six of us children and we collaborated on all the tasks. My mother made the clothes, blankets, towels and much more. One of the tasks we always needed help with was cleaning the cotton. Inputs needed to create the blankets that were skillfully woven on the loom by the city's weavers.
To keep us alert and engaged in work, my mother would tell us stories she had heard from her own mother as a child. And it is precisely these stories that I want to share here, so that my grandchildren can know them.
I want these narratives to be perpetuated, reaching not only the grandchildren of my generation, but also the grandchildren of my grandchildren, preserving these special moments that my mother managed to transform into such meaningful memories. These are stories for all the grandchildren, of all the grandmothers