All About Insanity, Stupidity and Tequilla
Montag, November 22, 2004
Oma Non - My Model and My Partner
Going back to almost 20 years ago, where Oma (as I used to and still call her) was still around us. Some of my memories of Oma are what you may call, a small child’s memory – meaning, I’m not sure if they really did happen or were they just my imagination playing tricks on my mind, since some of them are quite ‘blurry’. :)
However, what I do remember distinctly about Oma is her determination and of course her energy. I never knew how old she had been when I was little, but seeing things from a little kid’s perspective, she’d come to me as very old indeed. :) It never occurred to me as a little girl then, but now when I think about it, she was always full of life and fun.
I know I always enjoyed the morning walks with Oma to the market, because then she’d buy me some jajanan when we got there. The walk home, however, was always too tiring for me since we always had to walk up this slope, which was pretty steep for me then. As there was no KWK’s yet then, I’d always whine and ‘merengek’ (which is the same thing) to Oma that my feet were sore or that I was too tired and all sorts of excuses a little kid could find. Oma, with no trace of annoyance whatsoever, would always encourage me to keep on going, that we would be home in no time. I don’t know why, but I have this image of Oma squinting and covering her eyes from the sun with her right hand printed very clearly in my mind.
I always liked her stories – or was that Omi? :) I guess Omi took over the story telling job after Oma. Well, both of them were/are gifted storytellers. And I liked her smell, baunya oma-oma. :) Somehow her scent is very homely. Whenever we took a nap together she’d snore and wake me up with her snores, and I’d just stare at her and inhale her scent.
Afternoons with Oma in front of the TV while waiting for Omi and Daddy to come home were funny. The programmes we’d watch would be cartoon, of course, and she’d explain to me why this and that happened in the series, but I never believed her. :) And sometimes I wouldn’t understand what the characters were saying because Oma would always talk and talk and talk. And when it came to the part where the bad character got punished, one word would always come from Oma over and over: “Hah! Tobat!” :)
I always wondered – even until now I still do wonder – what Oma had in her canvas (were they canvas?) bags, which she always had with her. She even brought them to the market. Can anyone tell me? :)
Well, I guess I should count myself lucky to actually get to spend some time – although short – with my great grandma. Not many people get that chance, and I’m glad I did. I think Oma and I made a great team together! :)
posted by Apink a.k.a. Bubbzy
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