She had lived through the Second World War, married a farmer and raised seven kids. At some points in her life she faced a degree of material poverty that I can hardly imagine. Until today she didn’t possess a lot, but to me she never seemed poor at all because she didn’t need more than she had. I respected her immensely for this natural frugality.
I also admired her impartiality and how she formed her own opinions about people and their acts. This I find extraordinary as she lived in a tiny village in Bavaria for the best part of her life. She was part of a close-knit community with strong conservative, catholic values, which often wouldn’t foster an openness of mind and heart. Her attitude towards life was one of happiness and regardfulness, and I could learn a lot from her.
My grandmother was also a great traveller, though – to my knowledge – she never went abroad. During the past few years, after my grandfather had died and my uncle taken over the farm, she would sometimes just pack her suitcase, go on a train and visit her seven kids one after the other.
I know she was dearly loved by her family and friends, and we will truly miss her.