MyOMA
The Inspiration behind my Motivation
My Opa was a Russian Romeo who fell madly in love with my Oma, his German Juliet. This love they shared was strictly forbidden, since Russia and Germany were not on good terms. Had they gotten caught there would have been serious repercussions. I wouldn't even exist and would lack the ability to tell you this story. Nevertheless, they were married and raised three children together in Germany.
When my mother was 20 years old when she decided to move to the United States and attend college. This is where she met and married my father. but once she became pregnant she returned to Germany.
My Opa passed away two days before I was born and even though I never got to meet him, I am proud to be his granddaughter. When I was approximately six weeks old my mother flew back to the states and reunited with my father. I was raised in the swampy state of Louisiana until my 14th birthday. My present was a one-way ticket to Neufarhn, Germany where I was to meet and live with my Oma. It was over the next 3.5 years that I had the privilege of getting to know my Oma, the woman that continues to inspire me to this day.
A few days after my arrival, my Oma showed me a photo that she had taken during WWII. In the photo was Adolf Hitler, Dr. Josef Mengele and various Nazi Generals, laughing and smiling while eating dinner in our family restaurant, which is still in business. They were seated at a large round table with a miniature christmas tree as the centerpiece. She tells me that, unbeknownst to the Nazi’s, there was a Jewish family hiding beneath them, in the basement.
Tears fell down her face as she spoke about how terrified she was of being caught as she would sneak them food and water. Listening to her stories of war, poverty, and struggle, I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt her arms embrace me and squeeze tightly , while she kissed my tears away and hummed her favorite tune.
A few days later my Oma shows me
My Opa was a Russian Romeo who fell madly in love with my Oma, his German Juliet. This love they shared was strictly forbidden, since Russia and Germany were not on good terms. Had they gotten caught there would have been serious repercussions. I wouldn't even exist and would lack the ability to tell you this story. Nevertheless, they were married and raised three children together in Germany.
When my mother was 20 years old when she decided to move to the United States and attend college. This is where she met and married my father. but once she became pregnant she returned to Germany.
My Opa passed away two days before I was born and even though I never got to meet him, I am proud to be his granddaughter. When I was approximately six weeks old my mother flew back to the states and reunited with my father. I was raised in the swampy state of Louisiana until my 14th birthday. My present was a one-way ticket to Neufarhn, Germany where I was to meet and live with my Oma. It was over the next 3.5 years that I had the privilege of getting to know my Oma, the woman that continues to inspire me to this day.
A few days after my arrival, my Oma showed me a photo that she had taken during WWII. In the photo was Adolf Hitler, Dr. Josef Mengele and various Nazi Generals, laughing and smiling while eating dinner in our family restaurant, which is still in business. They were seated at a large round table with a miniature christmas tree as the centerpiece. She tells me that, unbeknownst to the Nazi’s, there was a Jewish family hiding beneath them, in the basement.
Tears fell down her face as she spoke about how terrified she was of being caught as she would sneak them food and water. Listening to her stories of war, poverty, and struggle, I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt her arms embrace me and squeeze tightly , while she kissed my tears away and hummed her favorite tune.
A few days later my Oma shows me