Beginn der Schulzeit | Omas Kindheit

Beginn der Schulzeit | Omas Kindheit

September 11, 2019 85 By Ronny Jaskolski


Welcome to the fairy tale island with
your Marmeladenoma and grandson Janik. Today I’m reading a childhood story. The sequel of the last.
the beginning of school days. I’ve already told you about Traudl. She was a pretty, blond girl
und she disliked me. Both of us had the same way home. We walked next to the street,
at the edge of a meadow. Well, she had this meanness to
nudge me onto the roadway. Again and again, the whole way. I walked off the roadway and
said “Traudl, stop it!” I was suffering but she didn’t stop. This happened daily in the
first days of my schooldays. She had her fun, I suffered. After we crossed Hauptstaße and
turned into Margarethenstraße I erupted in anger suddenly. I ripped of her satchel, threw it on the ground,
I sat on her und punched her with my fists. I was snivelling and yelled “It is enough now!” She was screaming awfully. All front doors opened
and all women who knew me and liked me ran towards us, pushed me away from her and were
perplexed to see the no longer beautiful Traudl. “What are you doing, Hegele?” They knew and loved me for being a shy,
helpful child who would go shopping for them, told stories to their children and babysit them. I took my satchel, old and shabby,
and went snivelling my way back home. Suddenly a bicycle was braking behind me. A boy grabbed me at my arm and screamed
“What have you done to my sister?” It was Traudl’s older brother. I got rid of his hand, raised my fists and said “Do you want to have this as well?” This tall guy looked horrified,
got on his bicycle and rode away. I continued to go home, snivelling. As I arrived I rang the doorbell, my father
opened, caught me in his arms and said “Helgele, who has done this to you?” I wasn’t able to talk because of sobbing. And then the whole story came up. He washed my face, combed me,
made me a sandwich, put chives on it and he was there for me. From this day I never had problems
with Traudl and other witches. The school was a big building,
with many bright rooms. My favourite was the music room. It was a big hall, many rows and
a big stage down there. I loved to sit up in the back, with all the other
rows of seats in front of me, as well the stage. I loved to sing and our beloved music teacher
Mr Leible noticed my love to music. He always said “Helga, you have
to sing nursery rhymes”. So I sang with reckless abandon
‘Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf’, ‘Auf dem Berge da wehet der Wind,
da wieget Maria ihr Kind.’ and many more. Everybody was listening attentive. I told this my five brothers at home who covered their ears if I would sing at home. “Stop it, you’ll get 10 reichsmark.” I revolted but took the
10 reichsmark and stopped singing. Mr Leible loved listen me
and I always got a B. The pause at 10.00 am was a torture for me. We had to walk à deux around the schoolyard. Jumping and break ranks was forbidden. We ate our sandwiches. I hated
the bite off of my schoolmates. I didn’t want to have an imprint
of foreign teeth on my sandwich. Rather I gave them my entire sandwich. The first year of school was easy. We learnt the alphabet; do
dictation exercises, little composition. As well as arithmetic. In second grade we had to learn the alphabet again,
in Sütterlin script, the so called German script. I can write it still today. When did the subtle training started? Some day we stopped saying
“Good morning, madam.” and said “Heil Hitler” instead
because it was an obligation from then on. When did the adoration of Teutons
started in history class? Everything changed in a subtle way. I loved history; I wasn’t the dreamy child anymore who spent the whole evening in
the attic with mother’s box of clouts. My compositions were always
hung out in a showcase. School was important. The dark side was that my brother, the two eldest, went to the armed forced after they’ve
finished their A level and apprenticeship. The family started to break up. Enough for today, more next Saturday. Click here to come to the TesteDich.de quiz
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