My husband had a great-aunt. He spent every summer with her, he had no other grandmothers at that time. She did not mind. She had her own business in those years. She organized everything on her own, sold the necessary medicinal herbs to pharmacies. My husband does not know how everything was organized, but she earned a lot by those standards. She was a woman with a specific character. She loved my husband, did not spare money for his food, but did not give money even for small entertainments. Everyone thought that she was saving for something. My grandmother had large wardrobes in the house with many compartments, everything was locked.
My husband in his childhood was repeatedly interested in what was there, but my grandmother always said that it was all for work. She never got married. Then times changed. Entrepreneurship became commonplace, and competitors overtook her. Then she began to work as a healer. She did not charge money for her services, but very rich people came to her. We visited her while she was still alive. She lived very poorly, wore rags, ate very modestly. We brought food with us, but she refused it. She said we shouldn’t spoil her, she was used to living like that.
When she passed away, she left the house to my husband. When we arrived to sort out the inheritance, we found a lot of food in her pantry, but everything was expired. It turned out that grateful customers brought it to her, but she did not use it. We were at a loss. But the real shock was waiting for us when we opened her cupboards. There were a lot of expensive things from the nineties, a whole museum of rarities. All in incredible quantities. Why did she keep money in such things that would lose value? I do not understand the life of this woman.
