A TRIBUTE TO OMI
by Sarah Grossman
I'd like to tell you a little story so that you can see my grandmother, Trudel Grossman, through her family's eyes.
With two honks of the horn of her ‘88 Oldsmobile, Omi, my grandma lets us know she's arrived for the usual Shabbos dinner at the Grossman house. Omi and Shabbos have come hand in hand for as long as I can remember. On Friday nights we have always alternated dinner at our house and dinner at Omi's.
The car door opens and out climbs my tiny, high heeled, 86 year old grandmother. She makes her way to the top of our stairs loaded with shopping bags filled with all sorts of things from a dress she mended for me earlier in the week to slips of paper covered with questions she doesn't want to forget to ask us.
As Omi comes through the door off comes her hat, which by the way she made herself, which makes her hearing aide whistle. Omi fidgets with her hearing aid for a few seconds until the high pitched sounds stops and then takes a seat on the stairs and hands out the goodies from her many shopping bags.
Omi then makes her way to the mirror in the front hall and pulls out her small brush and whisks her soft, thin, grey hair back into a short pony tail. I take a look into the mirror and see a strong, remarkable woman. A loving grandmother, mother, and friend who still drives all across the Chicago area doing errands for not only herself but other people.
After that we make our way over to the dining room. Each of us taking our usual spot. We say the blessing over the candles, the kiddish, and the motzi and then mom brings out dinner. With her usual appetite ( ya know she's really got a somewhat surprising appetite for the 5 foot petite woman she is) Omi carefully chews off every last bit of chicken from the leg bone. Nothing is ever left on Omi's plate, or left unused for that matter.
Even ripped nylons don't go to waste in Omi's house. She cuts them up and uses them as bands later to hold together anything and everything.
After dinner dad puts on the pot of coffee. While the coffee is brewing I take my place behind Omi's chair to give her a massage while she tells about her week. She volunteered at the Mount Sinai Resale shop where she recently began doing their book keeping. Omi visited her friend Trudle at her Nursing home in Skokie twice, took her friend Maggie shopping, and did the synagogue's shopping as well, she went the health club twice for her weekly swim and hot tub treatment, went to Friday night services at the Temple and somewhere in there she found the time to make a batch of her famous Omi cookies to send back to school with me.
For those of you who don't know, Omi Cookies are a Trudel Grossman Specialty, she's famous nation wide among her grandchildren's friends because of these cookies. She has sent them everywhere. To Camp OSRUI in Wisconsin and with all of us on our various trips to Israel. Omi Cookies are simply very thin butter cookies.
But like Omi, looks can be decieving, they may not look all that special on the outside but they are one of my favorite treats.
Some of you might remember the days when we all used to take a bus up to the Kallah. The bus ride home was never complete without the unveiling and distribution of Omi Cookies. I can remember being six years old and being so proud to pass out MY Omi's cookies to everyone on the bus!
As I finish Omi's massage Dad brings in the coffee and we have dessert. Once the last drop of coffee and the final bite of desert she said she should not eat are gone, Omi gets ready to leave.
Hugging everyone goodbye and grabbing the now empty Jewel bags to reuse later Omi and I walk outside. Once she climbs back into her car, she gives us one farewell wave, and she drives away into the night.
Omi's life has not been easy but through it all she has remained positive and has always given of herself. She has taught my Cousins Aryn, Maris, Seth and me the importance of perseverance and how to survive horrible things and never complain. She has really taught me who I want to be and what qualities are important to have in order to get by in life and still remain a person that you can be proud of.
Thank you Omi.
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