If you tell a child something often enough, she’ll believe you
“Like my mother, aleha hashalom. Ah, she was a clever woman,” Oma would add, in her impeccable English, with its heavy German accent. “A brrillyant voman.”
To hear her tell it was to have my heart swell anew in every telling. What an educated woman Oma’s mother was, what a memory! She could quote pages and pages of Hirsch by heart!
Oma had so much influence on my childhood, but I only discovered it later. As I turned from teen to wife and moved away, the opportunities I’d wasted sat heavily on me.
Now I realize how many of the stories she shared, formed the person I am today.
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