When i ponder over the life pattern of our family, i thank God for all the good things He wrought in our lives. When i think of my grandma and the parents of my parents, i remember those simple villages with only source of water from a small channel of water that used to go thru the village , hardly having a population of 100 or 150 people. A small temple with beautiful colors was there in the middle of the hamlet, where the idols were taken out only once in a year, the rest of the time inside a room where they were locked invisible to every one. We used to go there to play on the big verendah of that temple ,in every summer holidays. My ammamma used to cook Aresalu ,and pokandulu cookies, which used to be prepared with fresh rice flour and jaggery .
We used to lie down on the cots right under the clean sky of stars, multitude of them , I used to count them laying there till i get sleep. My dad used to sit on my bed and talk to my mom and ammamma while they were preparing those cookies. i do not remember i used to fell in sleep, but i remember i got a dream there once which was so vivid . I dreamt the letters of the name of Jesus right across the sky under which i used to lie. Those letters were so big and i had great joy while i read those letters and pronounce the name of Jesus. When i woke up next morning I was looking up and searching the same vision could be seen again. whenever I go there i allways used to search for that vision across the sky.
ammamma used tohave only two room thatched house which was much above the other houses with a small thatched bath room with a small stone to stand and take bath. ammamma used to boil water for us to have good bath with soap nuts, for a long time.
She used to cook fresh grains of grains dal and we used to eat hot rice with it and also having Nuvvula noone, (Gingily oil) lots of it in our rice. Sometimes When my dad comes she used to have nice chicken curry , with coconut rice. She used to rear chickens for this purpsoe for whole year to give us good chicken curry.
Ammama used to bring a big jute bag of things whenever she used to visit us. They were freshly grown brinjals , Thegalu, jaggery Burragunjulu, mokkajonnalu aresalu nad many poka undalu etc > It was a great even for us children whenever she comes. Though they were nothing in comparison the eatables we used to have at home, the way she used to give them with much love, and the way she toiled to bring them travelling such long distance by walking to get a bus and then traveling by jadka Bandi, and a boat to cross the River Godavari, and also by traveling by Train made us to receive thing she brought with great reverence and love for her.
