Hi Georgia,
I remember you well at the talk. You sat near the front with your Mom. Thanks for following up with your question, as you said you would.
The old orphan woman, whose name was Drolma met a young trader when she was young (over 50 years ago). She was one of the villagers that took care of the Tea Horse caravan’s horses and made sure they had enough to eat. A young handsome trader from Chamdo noticed her and how she was so caring for the horses. The next time he showed up he brought her gifts from afar which included some earrings. He promised to come back and take her to Chamdo to meet his family, as he wanted to marry her – back then life and love seemed a little simpler. She told us that she dreamed of a day when he would return and she would be able to leave with him as she had no family in her town. He was supposed to return to her village (and her in September…don’t know the year) and she waited…and waited. He never returned and she never married as she always thought that maybe, just maybe, he would return. She never again heard from him or about him. We are lucky in one way that we have technology to communicate with as she never knew what happened to him
Be well Georgia and thanks for writing.
From a very cold Shangri-La,
Jeff
When you meet these ‘legends’ you sit there and just take as much as you can in. Despite the expression, she had a stunning laugh, which we also were privileged to enjoy.
Drolma wasn’t sure of her age as many of the nomads don’t record births and deaths, but she (and friends of hers) believed she was in her early seventies. She had a tangible spirit that some have…she carried the weight of her sufferings and joys with her in face and in deed.
I came to your show at the literary Fest and I asked you what was the story of the orphan
Can you tell me the rest of the story
Hi Georgia,
I remember you well at the talk. You sat near the front with your Mom. Thanks for following up with your question, as you said you would.
The old orphan woman, whose name was Drolma met a young trader when she was young (over 50 years ago). She was one of the villagers that took care of the Tea Horse caravan’s horses and made sure they had enough to eat. A young handsome trader from Chamdo noticed her and how she was so caring for the horses. The next time he showed up he brought her gifts from afar which included some earrings. He promised to come back and take her to Chamdo to meet his family, as he wanted to marry her – back then life and love seemed a little simpler. She told us that she dreamed of a day when he would return and she would be able to leave with him as she had no family in her town. He was supposed to return to her village (and her in September…don’t know the year) and she waited…and waited. He never returned and she never married as she always thought that maybe, just maybe, he would return. She never again heard from him or about him. We are lucky in one way that we have technology to communicate with as she never knew what happened to him
Be well Georgia and thanks for writing.
From a very cold Shangri-La,
Jeff
Wow Jeff. That’s a sad yet tremendously beautiful story. That she shared it with you is a true privilege and honour.
When you meet these ‘legends’ you sit there and just take as much as you can in. Despite the expression, she had a stunning laugh, which we also were privileged to enjoy.
Jeff,very sad story of life–it is not a story of film–But i want to know her present age.Does she is alive?where she lives?
In trying to answer your question about “her” age…can you let me know who you refer to?
Thanks for reading.
Jeff
Drolma-I mean-
Drolma wasn’t sure of her age as many of the nomads don’t record births and deaths, but she (and friends of hers) believed she was in her early seventies. She had a tangible spirit that some have…she carried the weight of her sufferings and joys with her in face and in deed.
be well Mayur