The Oma Moment of the Week
Oma was telling me a fantastical tale about a pen pal she had in the dicktey-doos.
Oma is from Winnipeg, which is in the middle, and evidently, she was on a bus trip with her Aunt in the late '40's and they went to Tacoma, WA (because, why wouldn't you really). On the bus, she met a young airman from McChord Air Force base, who had joined up and was finding it difficult to acclimatize to "base life", as he was "not a drinker" ("not a drinker" is just about the highest praise one can get from Oma). They exchanged addresses when they had to part ways so that these kindred spirits could keep in touch.
They exchanged letters even after he was shipped off to Vietnam and Oma was happy that she could keep this young airman company while he battled in war (no politics here, only facts).
On the home front, Oma was asked to be Maid of Honour at her best friend's wedding; the best man was to be a young armyman stationed at a nearby base. At first meeting, they didn't know hit it off (he WAS a drinker). After subsequent meetings, they developed a liking for each other and began dating. Oma, now a bicontiental jezebel, decided to tell her airman that she had met a "real boy". He took the news suprisingly well and upon hearing about their wedding, mailed a gift, all the way from Vietnam.
And on their wedding day, Oma opened the gift that had arrived, miraculously, right on their wedding day...a silver musicbox, lined with red velvet. "Mutt", Oma's new husband, flew into a jealous rage and forced Oma, his new bride, to give the thoughtful gift to her mother.
And that is why, for two reasons and three people in a weird love triangle, two in Victoria, one fighting bravely in the Vietnam conflict (okay, maybe a little politics), August 13th, 1952 will always be an important date.
Oma, combing fact and perception to form a bold new reality since 1928.
Oma is from Winnipeg, which is in the middle, and evidently, she was on a bus trip with her Aunt in the late '40's and they went to Tacoma, WA (because, why wouldn't you really). On the bus, she met a young airman from McChord Air Force base, who had joined up and was finding it difficult to acclimatize to "base life", as he was "not a drinker" ("not a drinker" is just about the highest praise one can get from Oma). They exchanged addresses when they had to part ways so that these kindred spirits could keep in touch.
They exchanged letters even after he was shipped off to Vietnam and Oma was happy that she could keep this young airman company while he battled in war (no politics here, only facts).
On the home front, Oma was asked to be Maid of Honour at her best friend's wedding; the best man was to be a young armyman stationed at a nearby base. At first meeting, they didn't know hit it off (he WAS a drinker). After subsequent meetings, they developed a liking for each other and began dating. Oma, now a bicontiental jezebel, decided to tell her airman that she had met a "real boy". He took the news suprisingly well and upon hearing about their wedding, mailed a gift, all the way from Vietnam.
And on their wedding day, Oma opened the gift that had arrived, miraculously, right on their wedding day...a silver musicbox, lined with red velvet. "Mutt", Oma's new husband, flew into a jealous rage and forced Oma, his new bride, to give the thoughtful gift to her mother.
And that is why, for two reasons and three people in a weird love triangle, two in Victoria, one fighting bravely in the Vietnam conflict (okay, maybe a little politics), August 13th, 1952 will always be an important date.
Oma, combing fact and perception to form a bold new reality since 1928.
posted by shellswick at 12:55 a.m.
4 Comments:
You need to keep track of all of these stories....you need to write a book. I swear it would make a best seller, although what category it should fall into (fiction vs. non-fiction), who the hell knows!
Call it a memoir. Then it can be as fictionalized as you want. As long as that bitch Oprah doesn't get involved.
Oma's life is a big urban myth. She's not really a person. That was a parade float operated by midgets sitting at the next table wasn't it?
I really liked the "Oma in Europe" series, though the "Oma in Oklahoma" was kinda silly.
When will the "Oma in the Asiatic War for Prembolic Diversity" be released in the theaters. I will wait two days in line at the cinerama for that release.
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