Lost Heritage §

My grandmother was from Ҡерҡай. She was raised by her own grandmother who lived over 100 years and who the people of Ирчьамул called "great mother". That's why, my mother was telling, my grandmother knew so much.

It has been 19 years since my grandmother died, may God forgive her sins. We preserved nothing of her: no stories, no proverbs, no songs. Drinking and eating, we lost everything in vain.

Now the village is gone, and no one left to ask, like, what was our name for that plant?

Three-lobe beggarticks (Bidens tripartita)
Photo: Fornax, Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0