@mensajero Is that a usual issue for you?
@Berrybunchfamily only in certain areas. We avoid late night or early morning 2 Wheeler trips.
@mensajero My grandad was born and raised in India. As a family with a gun, he was often sent out with his brothers to deal with Tigers that had started attacking villages
@Berrybunchfamily I love India too!
My team likes South Indian food. South Asia is our Homeland. Elephants, Tigers and wildboars we inherited when our Father (who art in Heaven) divided the land for our family.
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@Berrybunchfamily @mensajero Praise God for memories of our parents to pass to our children
@Berrybunchfamily @mensajero What a precious memory! Thank you for sharing. Good family experiences and memories are such a gift from the Father! A little preview to the greatest family togetherness in eternity.
@mensajero my grandad was a very pale white man! For his 80th birthday, just after his wife had died, he wanted to go to a curry house - something he'd never have done while my nan was alive, out of respect for her dislike of Asian food.
I was always surprised by him, but none more than that night! Because the staff were talking about themselves, and not giving anybody much attention, in what turned out to be a fairly unspoken dialect! But then my grandad replied to them in their own language and dialect... He'd learned to speak it fluently while fighting in (what was then called) Burma during world war 2.
They were beyond surprised, to say the least! And we got great service that night!
He had the hottest curry they offered that evening, to all our concerns. My memory, one of the last before he died, is his normally pale face, turned bright red with sweat running off his head, and a huge grin on his face 🙂