You thought that was a spelling mistake. But it isn’t.
Definition of Antropology, the study of ants in relation to environment, social relations and culture.
I had never been aware of antropology as such until I met Villager J.
Villager J and I began our friendship in my woodshed. It was a rainy day and I was trying to cut a stubborn piece of large wood into firewood, failing miserably. I was just about to throw my ax down when I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, yellow raincoat, little dog at his side. That moment of awkwardness where you wonder how long you’ve been contemplated.
And that little shake of his head indicating a myriad of things. I had no clue what I was doing, and I obviously needed help.
”Move” Was all he said, and he took off his raincoat, put it on the side.
I hate getting help. No. Let me rephrase that. I hate feeling helpless. I prefer doing things myself, even if that means failure or things taking a lot longer than they ought to take. I tried to explain to him in the little Galego I could manage, that I could do it myself, but he ignored my protests, gestured at something which looked like a giant nail lying on the side, ‘Traie.” and picked up the sledgehammer. With a few taps he put the giant nail into the wood and then, quite impressive considering his size, he slammed the hammer onto it. And again. A tear began to appear in the wood, which turned bigger and bigger until it was spliced.
I thanked him for his help, he shrugged and took the opportunity to look around in the shed. ”Castana” he nodded appreciatively pointing to the old wooden door in the corner. The wood he just spliced was carballo, oak, he told me. Looking back I remember thinking how amazing it was that he could distinguish these different woods, not from looking at the trees, but just the wood itself. I myself can now distinguish different types of wood too. I know trying to chop pine when it is dry is a nightmare, while chopping it when it is still green remarkably easy. And thanks to villager J I know how to splice oak. What a few years ago I considered remarkable, is now normal.
Communication between me and Villager J improved over the months when my Galego improved. Months turned into years.
”We have to be like ants.” he told me one day. Again.
We had entered banter territory. “You know what ants are?”
“You’ve told me this a million times before. ” I sighed, in mock annoyance.
He ignored what I said and put on his serious face. ”Ants collect in summer for the winter. Hence we all have to be like ants. We have to do that with our firewood. See , you ought to listen to me. When you arrived here you knew nothing. You were as green as grass. You couldn’t even distinguish a cabbage plant from a potato plant.”
I disagreed. ”I knew some things. And I am not stupid.”
”Who says you are stupid?’
”YOU do, behind my back. You lot all do. You all think I am a silly foreigner.”
He smirked. “But we like you.” he reassured me.
And so we stood there for a while, maybe leaning against the stone wall, in the shade of the chestnut tree he had planted so many years ago, or maybe we sat on the bench on the lane, memories merge. I tried to come up with a suitable anti ant retort.
“Thing is though, I actually think it is quite silly wanting to be like an ant.” I said finally.
”Really.”
“Considering ants often end up under the soles of people’s shoes…”
He had no answer for that.
But he’d never in a million years admit that perhaps the silly foreigner taught him something that day.
Hah! Great ending to a great little story. Thanks for sharing, I look forward to the rest of your posts this month.
Thank you D, glad you liked it!
LOL. I have to admit, I have no wish to be like an ant either. Chopping firewood is one of those skills I should learn one day. I remember my mum doing it, but I’ve never needed to.
Rinelle Grey
The amount of times I’ve injured myself doing it…pieces of block nearly missing my eye, ax heads coming off…
My mum was always paranoid about axe heads coming off. She wouldn’t let us stand anywhere near while she was chopping.
When little blocks fly into the air and you’re waiting for them to come down, those few ”will this require a trip to ER this time” seconds…:-)
Ohhh I just read your bio on your blog…awesome!!
I had never heard of antropology – probably because I am not a fan of ants. 🙂
TaMara
Tales of a Pee Dee Mama
I tend to make up words as I go along 🙂 I never liked ants either. But observing them can be pretty cool…
A wonderful vignette – I didn’t have time to read but couldn’t stop. Loved the gentle tone and careful control of description. Looking forward to tomorrow and the rest of the month..(just double checked the spelling of vignette & discovered it originally meant what could be written on a vine leaf…an ant would be good at that!)
Oh that is a beautiful word, vignette…Thank you for reading and glad you liked it!
Very gently led us in and I too had to keep reading. Lovely post for A. Good luck with the rest.
Thank you for reading! Glad you liked it!
A lovely snapshot of your life in the village. Looking forward to the rest x
What a treat! A fabulous little story. Made me smile one minute and well up the next when villager T said the villagers liked you. Look forward to hearing more about village life in Galicia. xxx
Sorry about that, I meant villager J (not T) lol lol.
An interesting first post. Study of ants indeed. 😉
Hi,What an interesting tale! I actually like ants – even though we get some nasty stinging ones here in Texas. It’s my first time here, so I have no idea where folks speak Galego. Guess I’ll have to poke around your blog a bit more, like a little ant, to see what else I can find. Happy A to Z to you! I’ll drop by again. 🙂 ~Tui
Thank you Tui!
I did indeed think that was a typo. Nicely done
This is great. I’m enjoying your posts. Such subtle details and nuances.
I admit I thought it was a misspelling. I had no idea there was an actual area of study relating to ants.