Ankoleamma

Ankoleamma

 

            Just now I read the comment of my sister  Pushpa wrote on the published post by Pooja. At once a new idea flashed on my mind.

 why can't I write a few  more thoughts of mine about Ankoleamma, the daring woman in our good old family. I felt like writing at the moment and at once clicked a new post in my blog.

 But the problem is how to start,  from where to begin as such was the great personality of  amma .

Here I can share one or two things of her lovable attachment with us.
 
She was  Laxmi more than 6 feet tall a very simple poor  sober and kind-hearted  woman lived in a thatched house, lost her husband in her early age and made both ends meet to educate her only son up to old S.S.C.

 

 

She was my paternal grand ma who had indomitable spirit, lived more than half a century when my grand pa was no more  and faced all odds and ends in life being all alone in her house as her son I mean my father worked out of  Ankola taluk  through out his service.

She was healthy and  lived more than 105 years, never consulted doctor for her ill-health, her grey hair, wrinkled face and wrinkled skin was graceful and adorable.

 

 In 60 s and onwards  once in a year I went with my parents to Ankola, stayed for a few days with my grand ma.  She loved us at the most.

 One admiring  quality I found in her was the way she treated  lovingly the guest at home anytime fed them either with tender coconut or  jack fruit arils or else  ganji, boiled rice and fish curry or whatever eatables available in plenty,  known for hospitality.
 Education was hardly given to girls in those days.Though she didn't go to school she was much better and cultured.

In the month of April-May, at the time of 'Bandi Habba' we sisters anxiously waited to visit our granny for she fed us with very special jack fruits known for distinct aroma.

My sister Pushpa and myself were mad after to eat ripe jack fruit arils with sweet subtle flavoring. My grand ma extracted the jack fruit arils separating from the seeds from sweet flesh and gave us a lot to eat but that time she felt bit scared as my mother never liked us to eat one variety of jack fruit
known as 'Chakke'  (ambli) as it's hard to swallow its arils but my mother never objected when we ate the other variety of jack fruit that's 'Bakke'. 

 We hid and ate many times and had a lot of fun enjoying the unconditional love of  Ankoleamma. We overjoyed eating the sweet pulp of special kind of mangoes.

We loved to eat uddu akki dosa and chicken curry that was cooked on earthen oven on firewood lovingly  prepared by grand ma.

 We never missed "hesaru-unde, good old sweet laddu prepared by grand ma mixing green dal flour, dried coconut pieces and raw boiled rice flour added to jaggery (paka)syrup.
 One more typical tasty eatable she fed us that was 'genasu' (sweet potato) that was roasted  on fire and then put inside hot ash. It would be very tasty to put in the mouth and munching jolly when it's cooled. The taste was ultimate!

I really adore my silvered-hair Ankoleamma.


Though my grand ma was not alive her memories are still green in my thoughts. I can never forget her un comparable and unconditional love towards her grand children!!


                          Indu Naik