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Angelina Vasilić moja baba po majci rođena je 13. aprila 1919. godine u selu Dublje pored Šapca u uglednoj patrijahalnoj porodici Spasojević.Imala je tri sestre i brata. Nju i njene tri sestre roditelji nisu školovali nego su morale da rade sve kućne i poslove na njivi.

Kada je moja baka, kako bi rekli naši stari, stasala za udaju dolazili su prosci i raspitivali se za nju. Budućeg mladoženju izabrali su njeni roditelji i ostali ukućani pa se tako moja baba 14. februara 1941. godine udala za mog dedu Slobodana Vasilića seljaka iz sela Tabanović nadomak Šapca.

Moj deda Slobodan je rano ostao bez roditelja te su tako njih dvoje živeli u velikoj kućnoj zajednici sa stričevima i njihovim porodicama. Kao nova mlada u porodici moja baba je morala pokorno da sluša sve druge članove domaćinstva i da radi sve poslove koji su se pred nju stavljali. Od muža, mog dede nije imala nikakvu podršku jer i sam nije imao nikakvog uticaja u porodici.

U toku II svetskog rata je rodila dve ćerke Jasminu i Veru a po završetku rata još troje dece, Milana, Gorana, i moju mamu Milanku. Iako je sama bila nepismena trudila se da decu vaspitava i školuje na najbolji mogući način.

Posle II svetskog rata jedna od veoma važnih aktivnosti novostvorene države bilo je opismenjavanje ljudi pa je tako i moja baba Angelina na časovima u seoskoj školi zajedno sa drugim ženama naučila da čita i piše.

Sve svoje vreme posvetila je deci i nama njenim unucima. Nas je desetoro i u ovom trenutku živimo na različitim stranama sveta ali smo još uvek svako na svoj način vezani za našu babu ili baju.

Svi kažu da smo nas dve imale poseban odnos, potpuno nestvaran i pun ljubavi. Moja mama bi rekla da je mene od svih unučadi najviše volela. Bila mi je utočište u onim situacijama koje niko drugi nije bio u stanju da razume i podrži. Od njene smrti do danas prazninu koja je ostala nisam uspela da popunim i nikada se nisam pomirila sa načinom na koji je otišla.

Leta i zime sam provodila kod nje na selu. Imala sam običaj da kada dolazim trčim, zvonim na vrata i ulećem u kuću pre svih.I danas, mada retko idem na selo, prva ulazim imajući utisak da će me sačekati na vratima raširenih ruku.

napisala Milica Vukasinovic Vesic

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Angelina Vasilic, my grandmother, was born on April 13th, 1919, in the village Dublje, near Sabac, in the respectable patriarchal family Spasojevic.She had three sisters and a brother. My grandmother and her sisters did not go to school but they had to do all the housework and jobs in the field. When my grandmother decided to get married, many potential grooms came to look for her hand.

The future groom was chosen by her parents and the rest of the family, so my grandmother married on February 14th, 1941, to my grandfather Slobodan Vasilić, a peasant from the village Tabanović near Šabac.
Parents of my grandfather died early so he stayed alone in the house with his uncles ant their families.

As a new young woman in the family, my grandmother had to listen to all other members of the families and to do all the jobs that were placed in front of her. From her husband, my grandfather, did not have any support because he himself had no influence in the family.

During the Second World War, she gave birth to two daughters Jasmina and Vera, and after the war, three other children, Milan, Goran, and my mother, Milanka, were born. Although she was illiterate, she tried to educate her children in the best possible way.

After the Second World War, one of the most important activities of the newly created state was the literacy of the people, so my grandmother Angelina learned at the school  together with other women to read and write.

She devoted all her life to the children and to us, her grandchildren. We are ten, and at this moment we live in different parts of the world, but we are still in our own way connected with our grandmother.
Everyone says that we had a special relationship, completely unreal and full of love. My mom would say, that, Angelina out of all 10 grandchildren loved me the most. She was my haven in those situations that no one else was able to understand and support.

Since her death to this day, the emptiness that remained I was not able to fulfill, and I have never reconciled myself with the way she went.I spent summers and winters with her in the countryside.

When I came to my grandmother’s house, I used to run,  rang out on the door, and entering to the house before all others. Even today, although I rarely go to the village, I am entering to the house as the first one with the impression that she will wait for me at the door with the open arms.

by Milica Vukasinovic Vesic