Mommy's 8 March

Today I spoke with a dear friend of mine from the Netherlands about the Woman's Day. She asked me some personal questions and even though I quite don't understand the reason of those questions (hahaha, now I'm thinking about it!), what I do know is that it took me down the memory line and it gave me the inspiration for this article!

Today I want to cherish the beauty of a woman and especially THE one who brought us into this world, the one who is not anymore among us, but surely above us and inside us. I am gonna tell her wonderful story to the world., my Mom.

International Womans Day hiking in Italy, Silandro with my mother in 1988

Me and my Mommy hiking in Italy 1988

First of all she was named by a flower, not the woman's day flower Mimosa, but Hortensia (which in English should be Hydrangea), a beautiful colorful flower that we used to have in our garden when I was a child.

Me in our childhood garden among Hortensia's

Hortensia was born in Bucharest, Romania. Her biggest passion in life, MUSIC, turned after a lot of hard work into a lifetime career. She studied Direction of Choir at the University of Music in Bucharest where she met my father (he came all the way from Yugoslavia to study Music at the prestigious Conservatory in the capital city of Romania). She also played a piano many hours a day and was a member of Song, a cheerful and historical choir Ensemble in Bucharest.

Choir Ensemble SONG, Bucharest

Is there anything more beautiful than combining music and love? Having that ultimate mutual understanding and vibrations. With that splendid energy, full of dreams and fresh with knowledge this young couple moved to my father's hometown in Eastern Serbia, well at that times it was glorious Yugoslavia! More precisely to Kladovo, a small town on Danube river that is also a natural border between Romania and Yugoslavia.

Me and Mommy in the oldtown Fetislam by the Danube River

Dedicated to spreading love for music, my mother as piano and choir teacher and my father as piano and musical theory teacher, they soon enough joined the piano section of the Music School of Kladovo as the first ever highly trained professors with the University degree in 1980. That same school was renamed Music School "Konstantin Babić" under the direction of my father in 2006. It was the first time in Serbia that a music school got named by a living person, a musician of course. It is curious to mention that when the Music school first opened in September 1969, the first ever teacher in the piano section was my grandmother. It runs in the family, right?

Herceg Novi, Montenegro, 80s, music seminar

My parents at the seminar in Montenegro
in the 80s

In such a small town as my hometown (less than 9000 people in the city center), every other child goes to the school of Music because there are only a limited number of activities offered. Children loved my mother and as a consequence their parents did too. So she was that foreign beautiful lady that conquered the hearts of half a town, because that's what music does. She made our town's name famous at the sectionals, regionals and nationals championships, both with piano section and with the choir. Oh what a joy singing in that choir (of course I did, and my sister too!!!). It gives me chills just to think about that particular competition when our composition was so powerful and engaging that the final note would resonate in the big hall for the longest time until the laud applauses would break that magical moment turning it into a wonderful cheering. My heart was exploding of joy and satisfaction.

Šabac, Yugoslavia, choir competition, 1990

Choir competition in Šabac 1990

Choir competition in Vršac 1993

And then there was that strange "fame" in my town that I understood only when I grew up. People would say hello without me knowing who they actually were and apparently I was always safe, wherever I went and whatever I did (for the better and worse). Soooo, I might didn't know who they were, but they surely knew who I was, and that is "the daughter of the Piano Professors", that's how I grew up. She really left a lasting impression, a mark in our little hometown and that is how I want to remember her.

Along with her I want to cherish all the inspiring ladies that have given such an important contribution to our community such as our beloved English teacher Radmila and the former Cultural Center director Žaklina. Today is the International Woman's Day and I want to thank this international minded ladies.