A Memory Of Oma’s Father And Mother
I remember oma’s father and mother when they were about 80, on Sundays going, not to Cipanas in the mountains, but to the church in Gunung Sahari by opelette, a public car. There’s no one who thinks, imagines, that this was a feast for them. It was as though they were young again. Perhaps they couldn’t follow, didn’t like the sermon, but remember, when you’re lovers attending together, even a very boring church service is heavenly.
Their grown up children were not rich, have no car. Sure it wasn’t so easy and dangerous for a couple as old as they were to ride in an opelette. It was adventurous, they were like inexperienced little children again. And like a king with their little bit of money they own, they visited a food court on their way home, not less delighted than a young couple with a car and plenty of money dining in a restaurant.
They hadn’t got any earnings any more, except when they got an unexpected money surprise of oma from time to time who then baked cookies for her living. Don’t think they were unhappy, though having almost no money, were not accompanied in a car, not treated in a restaurant. They never boasted of a married life of more than 50 years, didn’t complain, instead they were proud of being still independent, happy and feeling as young as ever.
So said opa Johan to his granddaughter.
May 2010
I remember oma’s father and mother when they were about 80, on Sundays going, not to Cipanas in the mountains, but to the church in Gunung Sahari by opelette, a public car. There’s no one who thinks, imagines, that this was a feast for them. It was as though they were young again. Perhaps they couldn’t follow, didn’t like the sermon, but remember, when you’re lovers attending together, even a very boring church service is heavenly.
Their grown up children were not rich, have no car. Sure it wasn’t so easy and dangerous for a couple as old as they were to ride in an opelette. It was adventurous, they were like inexperienced little children again. And like a king with their little bit of money they own, they visited a food court on their way home, not less delighted than a young couple with a car and plenty of money dining in a restaurant.
They hadn’t got any earnings any more, except when they got an unexpected money surprise of oma from time to time who then baked cookies for her living. Don’t think they were unhappy, though having almost no money, were not accompanied in a car, not treated in a restaurant. They never boasted of a married life of more than 50 years, didn’t complain, instead they were proud of being still independent, happy and feeling as young as ever.
So said opa Johan to his granddaughter.
May 2010
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