"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

A Sentimental Memory

 Lately, several incidents have made me think back to my Grandmother, the one I called Omi. I have become so much more aware of what age she was when I spent most of my time with her. She was as old young as I am now! It really puts some perspective on how my grandchildren may view me now and how influential the memories of a grandmother can be.


One of the things I loved doing when she lived with us, was to go to her room to check out her little assortment of special cards she kept, especially one she had given to her mom when she was little. It was a Victorian style card of a child flying on a bird, with a letter in hand. Of course, what intrigued me about this card was a small ribbon attached, that you could pull to make the bird fly.


As she showed me how the card worked, she taught me the German song, 

Kommt ein Vogel geflogen
Setzt sich nieder auf mein Fuss
Hat ein Brieflein in dem Schnabel
Von der Mutter einen Gruss

Lieber Vogel, fliege weiter
Nimm ein' Gruss mit und ein' Kuss
Denn ich kann dich nicht begleiten,
Weil ich hier bleiben muss.

Some of the melancholy sadness is lost in translation, 
but it tells about a bird landing on her foot
with a letter and a greeting from mother in its beak.
The second stanza is her response
asking the dear little bird to fly back
with a greeting and a kiss
because she has to stay where she is.


In this room I also learned how true this song was for her
as she was separated from her dear mom for 17 years.
Right after her marriage, her whole family
escaped from Russia, while she and her husband stayed behind
with, most often, no means to communicate.

When she escaped all those years later,
she could not really take anything with her,
but this little card was tucked into her few belongings.
It went with her from Russia, to Germany, 
to Paraguay, Uruguay, Brazil and to Canada.
It's now in my possession and I
almost wished she could have taken it along to heaven.
What would it have mattered?

With a daughter living across the ocean now,
this song has come to have meaning between us as well.
A bird is often a symbol we use on a card or parcel,
reminding us of Omi's song. 


10 comments:

Vicki said...

What a precious story. That little card was obviously one of her prized possessions. Dan and I find ourselves occasionally comparing the age we are with the age our grandparents were. We wonder if we will seem younger to our grandkids. My grandparents were 55, 56, and 60 when I was born. They were never able to get down on the floor and play with us as we do with our grands. We are so grateful that we're physically able to play with our grandkids. Don't get me wrong, we have warm loving memories of our grandparents, just no playful memories.

Beck's Bulletin said...

How special! I love that song and of course now I am humming it as I sit at the computer here at work! :-)

Anonymous said...

I love what you wrote Anneliese, because it reminds me of my Oma who sang that song to me when I was young. And now I am singing it to my two year old twins, who giggle when I sing it, but listen so carefully. I also have special colourful cards that my mother kept for many years that travelled with her from Russia. Such special memories, thanks for sharing.
Helen

ellen b said...

What precious memories. That sweet card has really stood the test of time and travel!

Julene said...

Tears in my eyes.
Love you Mom.
🐤

Rosella said...

Such a beautiful memory of your special Omi and sweet sentiment when you think of your own family so far away! A messenger bird is the perfect symbol for your communications back and forth.

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful card. I think it is where it is meant to be with you and a very lovely memory for you. My 'Mission' Granny used to save for me tiny bottles and little boxes and all of these years later, it is such a precious memory for me.
It is so very true when you said how grandparents can be so influential for grandchildren. It's the little things that can mean to much.
This is a very nice story about your Omi.
Audrey.

Judy said...

What a beautiful story behind that lovely card! Now I wish I knew the tune to that song.

Just a little something from Judy said...

The card, the story behind it, and the words to the song...so heartwarming. You have been blessed with a very special legacy!

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful story, Anneliese, including that you continue it into the tradition now. Dairymary