Daily Archives: June 1, 2011

NYC’s Unexpected Find

I wanted to make today’s blog short(er?) and sweet, so here goes!

On my last visit and last day to the Big Apple (New York City ROCKS and I really do heart NYC!), I had some time after checking out of my hotel, to walk around. I had planned on getting a few souvenirs for my brother and my niece and to just take in the city’s energy before I left. After grabbing a salad, I decided to walk around Times Square and browse. I ended up going to a record store which had music scores as well as records, CDs AND cassettes(!), a beauty supply shop which sold way more than just hair products, a clothing store that was going out of business (and after trying on a few pieces, it sort of made sense), and a few souvenir stores. The last souvenir store I went to, I found what I wanted to buy for my brother and niece and before going to the cash register to pay I decided to browse some more. After all, I did have a few more hours before I was to head to the airport. Now I LOVE interesting, funny, thought-provoking or motivational quotes and lines (OK I admit, I have a collection…) so I don’t have to tell you that I was in heaven when I saw them. Cards, magnets, mugs all with interesting, funny, thought-provoking or motivational quotes! I literally spent an hour in that section of the store, inputing them in my phone. I mean I couldn’t buy them all! (Yes, I know. I could have just taken a picture of them but then if I wanted to share it in written form then I’d have to re-write them and if I were to do that on my phone then I’d have to go back and forth between the picture and the forum I was posting it on and…well you get the picture. Besides, I had the time!) 😉 Anyway, there will be more quotes or lines which I will post on this forum but I’ve chosen the following:

To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, weather by a healthy child, a garden patch…to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded! – Emerson

I chose this quote for today as a reminder that life is about living! There will be good and bad times and people in your life but it’s imperative to be who you want to be and live the life you want to live. In all that, remember – you make a difference…should you choose to.

T

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A Few Stories About Veronika

My mom, my grandmother and her nephew

Veronika Sain, my baka (grandmother) was born in 1931 in Bosnia.  Although her mother** had actually given birth to fifteen (yes 15!) children, only five of them had survived. I suppose that’s not surprising considering the era in which they were born.

There are many stories I can tell you of my baka, but I’ve selected only a few.

VERONIKA’S WILL

I have always known my baka to be very strong (in mind, will and spirit) and very direct. Apparently, she was vocal even when she was only 2 years old. The story is, baka’s father* had come home drunk one night and asked her to do something. I guess even at 2, she was able to utter a “no” to his request. He got angry and as a result of his “discipline” (which involved either pushing her down the stairs or against a very hard metal bed frame, as no one knows for sure what happened exactly) my baka broke her back. The rest of the story is a little vague and the details of it are fuzzy but what I do know is that my baka was not expected to walk ever again. One day, when baka was around 3 years old, her mother had taken her to the cementary to visit the graves of the deceased children. As she couldn’t carry my baka all the way up the hill, her mother left baka by a grave as she went to her children’s. Nobody knows how and it’s still considered “God’s miracle”, but my grandma took her first steps and started walking at that cemetery that day and she’s been walking ever since. When I think of any obstacle I have to overcome I think of baka and I say these words: “Yes I can.”

VERONICA’S STRENGTH

Baka had met mama’s dad in the early 50’s and after she told him that she was pregnant, he enrolled in the army and left. Now picture yourself in that era, being unwed and pregnant knowing how much that was frowned upon. You can imagine how hard that must have been to live through. Especially in a small town where gossip is inevitable. My baka had educated herself and had a good job as a bookkeeper which is how she had sustained herself, her own mother and her daughter. (I can’t imagine it being easy having a child on your own in 2011 but it was worse in the 50’s!) Baka survived all the gossip and overcame all the challenges which were placed on her by society because of her situation. (Remember, although she was able to walk, she was also left with an obvious physical deformity in her back.) I suppose, eventually, people got over it and baka raised mama to be one classy lady. Apparently, mama’s father had come back some years after she was born, found baka and told her “Veronika I’m ready to be with you know. Let’s get married and be a family.” Baka’s reply went something like “I went through all the hard stuff already all on my own. I don’t need you now.” (I told you she was direct!)

VERONIKA’S FAITH

My baka is a devout Catholic (although she respects, and is friends with people of, different religions) who always told my sister and I to “do right by God”. She would pray every night before she went to sleep and encouraged us to do as well. I was not very interested in any religious practices but my baka is the one who introduced me to the concept of religion. One year around Christmas (or was it Easter?), my baka had arranged for a priest to come over and bless the house. The expectation of my sister and I, as we were told the night before and reminded at breakfast that morning, was to kiss the priest’s hand when he gives us his blessing. I did not even understand what a priest does or who he is so you could say that I was less than enthused. The doorbell rang and this tall (he could have been short but I was young then so to me he was very tall) older man in a long dark dress (men wear dresses?!) walked in the house. He looked scary to me and I felt that if he got too close to anyone they would die a horrible death. He did some weird stuff with water and some type of lantern which released smoke (who carries fire with them?!) as he kept making air crosses with almost every step he took. (I was only 6 or 7 years old and this is what I remember thinking then.) I sat in a corner far away from anyplace he had to be and avoided my grandmother’s gaze because I was scared. The priest was done his blessing of the house and I knew that the time had come. My sister went first and I felt so bad for her. I didn’t want her to die a horrible death! As much as I tried to avoid the stares, everyone was looking at me with the expectation of approaching the man in the dark dress and kissing his hand. I started crying as my grandmother took me by the hand and led me towards the priest. I don’t remember how, but I got out of her strong grip, ran into the small pantry/closet and locked the door. I couldn’t kiss this man’s hand, I just couldn’t! When the coast was clear and I was sure that the priest was gone, I unlocked the door. I am sure I blocked out anything baka might have said to me although I did listen to the phone conversation she had with mama shortly after the priest left. Mama got an earful about how her children should know about and respect religious practices AND how we all need to go to church and pray. (Although I still do not practice any religion, baka taught me spirituality which I am grateful for.) My baka still prays for me every night and sends little icons of different saints to keep close for protection and blessings.

VERONIKA’S SELFLESSNESS

For as long as I can remember, baka was a giver. She gave to those who didn’t have anything, to her siblings, to mama and to us, her grandkids. I remember this Muslim lady who lived across the street from baka and was one of baka’s regular coffee drinking companions, and probably one of her closest friends. (Coffee drinking is a very prompt, twice a day social gathering. The early morning round usually happened at baka’s and the afternoon at someone else’s home. This is how we knew who was cooking what for lunch or dinner, who has passed away, what is the best remedy for any illness, what is new in the neighborhood, the best crop to buy from what farmer that season etc.) Anytime that we were visiting baka, this lovely lady would make my favourite pumpkin or apple pita (a traditional Bosnian dish) and bring it over. No matter how long we were staying or how frequently we’ve come, she’d always come over and bring something. After we moved to Canada, our visits to baka’s were only a few before her friend passed, but during the last visit in 2006, I remember waking up from a nap to the smell of pumpkin pita. My grandpa (who was still alive then) and I inhaled it! You could tell that it was made with love! I went across the street to return the chef’s plate and to thank her, when I was given another gift – a small gold heart pendant. I knew she didn’t have very much money so I asked her “What is this for? You don’t have to give me anything.”  She said “I give you this because your grandmother always gave to me. When I had nothing, she’d offer whatever she had so that my kids were not affected. Anytime I was down, your grandmother offered her support and her friendship. But she didn’t do that just for me, she did that for everyone. Whomever she could help, she did. I know how much she loves you and this is a small way for me to show my appreciation to her by giving something to you.” Anytime I give or help someone, I think of baka and know that I’m adding to her legacy of selflessness.

*Baka’s father was an office worker who loved to drink and spent a lot of his pay on alcohol. He wasn’t a very happy drunk either and he expected everyone to cater to him. 

**Baka’s mother was a housewife. She was an excellent seamstress and a flute player. She also took in, and took care of her grandchildren when her children couldn’t. (My mama holds very fond and warm memories of her grandmother.) I never knew her as she passed away before I was born.

T


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