A submission from RiotViolet:

My great-grandparents, Pablo and Amparo, on their wedding day in the mid 1940s in Mexico City. She made her own dress!

(Hope you don’t mind I tweaked the black/white/gray levels so you can better see the dress details and give the pic more depth. They are a beautiful couple. Thank you for the submission!)

sadly-wasted asked:

Hiya. My name is Emma. I'm turning 16 on July 16! I was born in Germany and I am half Bosnian and half American 💘 I'm super into psychology, and love helping people.

hi!! my great grandparents were french, italian and spanish. and my first pet was a guinea pig 😋

Back from the north!  I have returned, slightly exsanguinated after having donated much of my blood to their mosquito population, and am completely exhausted.  It went mostly how I expected it to go, maybe a bit better than anticipated.  My husband’s grandmother was very excited to meet me properly and was very chatty and managed to stay away from saying anything too offensive, though she did give me “the look” after she mentioned that other people in her retirement home were great-grandparents and they were younger than her.  I was just like, “That will not work on me.”

And I only got into two fights/debates with conservatives over the whole week (one with my husband’s uncle and one with my husband’s cousin)!  I felt like that called for some celebration over the restraint I showed, so we bought some local craft beer when we got home and I’m having some now.  The beer came in a 64 oz jug and we poured it into mason jar cups at home, because we’re actual hipsters.

The drive home was hard, it was really exhausting after not sleeping great last night.  But we did make it home safely, and have lots of nice cheese and some fruits and veggies that we bought on the way for tomorrow!  It is really good to be home, though.


69 years.

I don’t have a type writer, I don’t have a publisher, and sometimes I don’t have much ambition, but I do have an amazing story that I’d like to share and even if it can’t be throughout the world,I thought maybe my tumblr friends would like to read and well, that’d be enough for me. This isn’t the full version, rather a summery of the few things I’ve learned this October. To start things off, the two people in these pictures are my great grandparents, (grandmother and grandad), Genevieve and JC Brock. They met when they were 14 years old, married when they were 18, and had been together ever since. 69 years. 87 and 86 years old in 2014, my grandmother had become sick and soon developed dementia. They wanted to hospitalize her or put her in a nursing home, but my grandad wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had promised her for years that he would always take care of her until the day she went to heaven and well, that’s exactly what he did. He almost didn’t want to believe that his wife, his best friend, his “little darling” was sick. Always told her to “snap out of it” or “you’re just hallucinating again, you’re silly”. Not long after, it became tougher and harder for my grandad to take care of the both of them. My mom had to fly from California to set up hospice care for them. Grandad was upset at first but soon realized it was best for his little darling. One morning, my grandmother had a stroke and it put her into a comatose state. The life that had filled my grandmothers eyes had been turned to a low volume. She lay still in bed, everyday, breathing every few minutes. I watched as everyday, every minute, every second, my grandad had sat by her bedside holding her hand and reassuring her that he was always going to be there. He sang to her, talked to her, kissed her forehead and hands. He never slept, stopped eating, and only drank coffee. He was afraid that she would leave him if he left and he wouldn’t be there to say “I love you” one more time. He knew that time was his enemy. He talked to God a lot, prayed and prayed. Started to forgive, let go, and let god. From that day forward he prayed that he would have a heart attack, drop dead, because he literally could not see himself living one day without the love of his life. I still believe that. He told me “suicide is not an answer. Not an option, because suicide will not get me to my wife, but I am only asking for help, for a favor, for a miracle” .. It broke my heart, but at the same time, brought a light into my life. My grandmother died on October 13, 2014, that night we signed DNR papers for my grandad.. I watched a brave veteran, tough grandad, and loving husband cry for the first time. He threw away all of his heart pills, got rid of all of his food in his house, and started to pack. He sang hymns loudly throughout the day, smiled, and told me he loved me more than he had in years. It sounds crazy, but when you love someone the way he does, and have as much faith as he does, home is right around the corner and he was happier than ever to know he’d be there soon again with his little darling. “ honey, I lived 69 years with that little lady and I don’t want to live one without her. I’ve done my job here, that was to love and protect her. Now what else am I gonna do? Nothing” …. 6 days later, October 19, 2014 my grandad met his bestfriend back in heaven. Love is the most powerful thing in this world my friends. I can’t express to you all enough how important it is and how much someone else’s life can change with it. It took one month, two people, and one irrevocable love, to take me on the best spiritual journey of my life. To reason with the circle of life. To realize how much our world has changed. I’ve never felt closer to myself before and I thank my grandparents for that. If you read this, I hope that you remember that love exists. Don’t ever give up on anything, but most importantly, please remember that it’s okay to slow life down. It’s okay to forget time, work, and money. The small things in life can never be replaced.

Dear Sunny Rae,

The past few days we have been moving into our new temporary house!  Your great grandpa has moved to Florida to stay in a hospital down there and needed someone to look after his super house and watch over his dogs.  We just so happen to love dogs and just so happened to be near by and house-less so this was perfect for us.  We have already had so much fun in this house including dancing around the living room like crazies to the 60’s tv music channel, taking a family bubble bath in the jacuzzi tub, cooking some yummy food in the massive kitchen, and sitting out on the patio and playing with the dogs in the huge backyard.  We have picked out this room to be your playroom.  This room used to be “the yellow room” and it was the room I always played in when I stayed the night over here.  This house used to be my favorite house to come to spend the night at when I was little and I have so many memories being here.  I can’t wait to make new memories in this house with you.  Yesterday was your great grandmas birthday and I couldn’t of been more happier to spend it with you in the house that she lived in. 

My entire life, I have been told that my great-grandmother had left me her china set and that someday I would get it. Finally, this year I got the china. It was all wrapped in newspaper from 1992 and in flawless condition. There was an envelope inside with two photos of me as a baby with both of my great-grandparents. This is such a beautiful gift and I feel so grateful for it. 

Here are some interesting facts about my great grandparents:

  • There is a 40 year gap between my oldest and youngest great grandparents.
  • There is a 50 year gap between the first death and last death of my great grandparents.
  • For 123 years, at least one of my great grandparents was alive.
60 Years

After work we went out to eat with Navyy’s extended family to celebrate her grandparents’ 60th(!) wedding anniversary.  60 years.  A little cursory Googling tells me that in the US only 5% or so of couples reach their 50th anniversary.  So glad that we are now living nearby and can see them regularly.  I supposedly met a few great-grandparents, but have no recollection of them.  With any luck the Minky will have the great pleasure of having them in his lives for many more years to come.


The tomb was built in 1930 and it’s one of the first niches built in the Peñaranda Public Cemetery in Nueva Ecija. It’s probably my 3rd time to visit this niche because we literally have to cross and walk over other niches built around ours. I believe we have the tallest tomb in the area because I can still see its peak from my lolo’s niche, where we really stay. 

This tomb still have available spaces for bones but my grandmother’s family, the Borbolla siblings, decided not to use it anymore after their mother was interned in the 1970s. Only 3 persons were interned in this tall tomb, Miguel and Dionisia Borbolla and someone I can’t recall.

My dad told me the story about the family’s history, we have Chinese blood. My great grandfather, Miguel T. Borbolla, bought Christian names during the Spanish occupation. His Chinese surname, Tan, became his middle name.