Two things, we will never forget about our grandparents: Grandmother Em Adib's flowers on the both sides of her house in the village; and grandfather Abu Adib wakes up at dawn to pick out fresh grapes and figs for his hungry grandsons. To see bigger pictures click on every picture.
Abu Adib was a genderma, first with the Lebanese security forces under the French mendate, then with the Lebanese security forces after the independence. I still remember vague stories about his service in Marjeyoun area. But they are very vague and needs someone to tell us more. His name is Nicola.
Em Adib was always a housewife. Born in Darb Es-Sim a maronite village just next to Maghdoushe. Her name is Rawza.
Unfortunately, they get divorced, but both stayed to live in the village. And I can't help it but I have to tell you that it was a funny event every year when we wanted to visit the village, we the kids, had to be sure and accurate to stay the same days at grandfather's house as well as the same days at our Grandmother's house. To tell the truth, Grandfather was not so accurate about how many days, but was sure that we spend some days at his house in Dahr El-Kbir.
They are in heaven now.
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