A lot of people are mesmerized with 11.11.2011. Some women have C-sections so they can have a child that day. To me this day has a special meaning, not just because the numbers line up so nicely, but because my grandmother was born on 11.11.1911.
She is by now on the other side of Facebook and her profile is currently fairly inactive.
- I remember her driving her Beetle wearing her trench coat, a hat and leather gloves. Quite a sight. That’s how she rolled.
- She smoked like a chimney, but of course only “light” cigarettes.
- She introduced me to Nutella. I had the first Nutella croissant at her balcony at the age of 6.
- She was married three times, but only to two different men.
- Her first and second husband shot himself. Her third husband died a day before my dad’s 13th birthday.
- During the war she worked as a nurse in Paris and later in Russia. She also gave birth to my dad in January 1945. Pretty crazy to have a baby when you are surrounded by rubble.
- She was a news junkie and always carried a little radio with her when she walked around in her apartment.
- She always asked what I wanted for lunch. If I shrugged my shoulders she’d say”Ok, we’ll just have cold as with pears”. That was a saying from the Rhineland area where she grew up.
- I heard that my grandpa was in a concentration camp. Somehow she got him out but no one knows the full story.
- She was a lady. But the time you would really hear her curse was when her little oil-powered heater wouldn’t come on because it was clogged with soot.
- Her phone number was 21443. Some things you never forget.