Uploader's note: Go back to the beginning and read this chronologically.

My grandmother, Esme Grynzspan passed away recently. I found this notebook and I thought that it looked like a fascinating story, so I have been putting it online.

I know that this blog format shows the most recent posts first, I'm sorry about that. It would probably be best to go back to the first post and read them in that order.

Also some of the entries are largely in Hittite Cuneiform or some other language that I don't know. One day, I'll take the time to learn the language.

Teteshapi the potter, paints her story

One day, Teteshapi went missing from her parent's house to wander the city, and she came into the pottery shop. The potter knew her and asked if her parents knew where she was, but she said that they had told her to come here and learn what it is to be a potter.

The potter doubted this story, but her family had always been good to him, so he gave her a spot at the workbench and showed her how to prepare the clay. Teteshapi quite liked rolling out snakes of clay to spiral into pots, and enjoyed kicking the wheel into motion, though it was quite too much to use it with the clay.

When he showed her the glazes, she asked why the only colors that he had were black and white. If only there were more options so that she could decorate!

Le voyage de Teteshapi à Erbil, Uruk et Ur

Not yet translated.

The Flood

Not yet translated, but there is a frieze with several scenes. In one scene, she seems to be pleading with a man standing on a pedastal surrounded by worshippers. In the next the worshippers seem to turn on her with knives and cudgels while she shoots an arrow into the air: it is tied to a string. Then she seems to be floating in the air carried by the string. Both she and the man on the pedastal have their hands raised and there is something like lightning coming from both. In the last, she is walking away from a shore line with a handful of followers, all with their faces hidden.