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Eugenia- the Media Darling

Heh. My grandmother is going to be on telly. Someone is making a program/documentary about firemen and big fires, and they want to interview her about the flat burning down in 2002. It was in the papers after it happened - it had been a big fire and an amazng rescue, and I had friends phoning up to say *Er. Didn't you live there?* Yes, damnit bastards.

The media does very much love my grandmother, she is unsual in the sense of being an extremely lucid extremely old person with piercing blue eyes, and a natural charisma. On top of which she remembers practically everything since 1910. She's already regularly hounded by Russian historians, because she is probably one of the few people still sane and alive who remembers Vrangel.
I think they're coming to interview her on Monday, and it will be aired on the 23rd. My mom promised she'd tape it for me.

I think she is secretly pleased and excited although she is working very hard and not letting on and being dismissive, and bemoaning the fact that now everyone will be able to see how old she looks (ffs the woman is 98 of course she looks bloody old, and she looks amazing for her age).

My grandmother is almost a perfect example of a Sun-Venus in Libra in the sense that she doesn't even go down to the shops without putting on makeup, and a necklace, and doing up her hair. So that's where I get my vanity from. ;)

And she is something of a local celebrity. People being amazed by her vitality, and her extreme age (Saturn-Pluto square I will Not Die), and the fact that she still has a mind that's sharp as a blade. The last time she went to the market to buy some onions, the seller asked her how old she was, and she told him, after which he began shouting:
"People! People! You've got to see this! Come everybody! The woman is 97 and she walks and talks! Come see! Come see!" It took her 15 minutes to extricate herself, and now she's become a bit of a local darling. People leer at her whenever she goes out and go *Babushka! Babushka!* (Russian for grandmother, and what I thought was her actual name until I was about 7).

Edited to Add: One of my favourite recent grandmother related stories, was when Jasna's mother went to some social thing and met some old lady who happened to be a White Russian. And of course because in Yugoslavia everyone seems connected to everything else sooner or later, she mentioned how her daughter is at University with me. At which point the old woman said:
"Oh! Nina! I knew her father very well!" (which is certainly vaguely worrying parlance from old women). And then she went on to say:
"But one thing continues to worry me, and that's that I can't figure out what they've done with the grandmother. I keep walking through the Russian graveyard, and I can see where Djordje is buried, but I've never been able to find the grandmother's grave and I keep looking. Oh, I'm so worried about it. I keep thinking... what have they done with the old woman? Surely, they haven't cremated her?"

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casaubon
Dec. 17th, 2004 02:01 pm (UTC)
She's already regularly hounded by Russian historians, because she is probably one of the few people still sane and alive who remembers Vrangel.

I expect she remembers the hat...


mzwyndi
Dec. 17th, 2004 09:17 pm (UTC)
People called me "Babushka" when I was younger. I'm given to understnad it means a bit more than grandmother, it's got connotations of "wise woman" or "cutey pie".
dubaiyan
Dec. 17th, 2004 10:08 pm (UTC)
My grandmother is almost a perfect example of a Sun-Venus in Libra in the sense that she doesn't even go down to the shops without putting on makeup, and a necklace, and doing up her hair. So that's where I get my vanity from. ;)

LMAO

I hope she's given up heels.
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