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Oma’s Story

September 26, 2022
Oma’s Story
by Peter and Toni Abresch

Annemarie was born on May 30, 1935, 18 minutes behind her twin sister Elizabeth. Their birth was front page news in the Washington Times newspaper, as their father was Anton Lang Jr., son of Anton Lang, impersonator of Christ in the famous Oberammergau Passion Play in 1900, 1910, 1922, and prolog in 1934 and their mother was Klara Mayr, the famous German folk singer and impersonator of Mary Magdalen in the 1934 Passion Play. Annemarie spoke German with a Bavarian accent before speaking English and reverted to that same German in her last days.

Annemarie grew up in Georgetown, where her father was a professor at Georgetown University. She grew up in tough times on the tail end of the Great Depression while World War II was raging overseas. Annemarie often shared stories of rationing supplies and running through the house to black out lights during the WWII air raid drills. In 1937, the family moved to a townhouse in Huidekoper Place where Elizabeth and Annemarie were joined by three more siblings, sister Roswitha (Dede), her brother Anton, III, and their youngest sister Nada. The family grew up at Huidekoper Place before leaving the home as adults.

Annemarie was working as a nurse when she met her future husband, Peter Abresch, at the Catholic young adult club at Holy Trinity in Washington, DC. They were married in 1960 and then, in 1962, they gave birth to twins, Peter, Jr. and Joseph. Marc was born in 1964, followed by Chris in 1966 and Stefan in 1967. At this point, Pete and Annemarie realized that a daughter was not in the cards!

In 1965 the family moved to the old Belt Farm on Broome’s Island, an isolated farm where the nearest neighbors were only reachable by boat. Even so, the Abresch family joined St. John Vianney Church in Prince Frederick, when Father Naughton was the parish priest. Annemarie ensured that her sons attended mass every week. Annemarie and Pete remained active members of St. John Vianney throughout their lives, until their passing.

There was never a doubt that Annemarie was the Matriarch of the Abresch family. As Pete was often away traveling, Annemarie was in charge of the household. She was devoted to raising her sons and teaching them independence. She taught her sons to be self-sufficient and self-reliant while living at the isolated Belt Farm, accompanied by her 3-4 Irish Wolfhounds that would more likely lick an intruder to death than tear them apart. The sons knew how to pour a bowl of cereal, make a sandwich, sort and do laundry, and cook meals at an early age.Annemarie mentored her sons during the school year and made sure all homework and chores were completed before any rest and relaxation. And in the summer, the boys had the run of the farm. The boys talk about living on the farm, a favorite place for them. They swam, picked berries, and explored the barns and fields. Sometimes, the berries would make it back to Annemarie, and she would make jellies and jams. She enjoyed growing vegetables too, learning to can and make pickles.

In the early 1970’s, Annemarie collected enough Kool Cigarette cartons (no small feat as she did not smoke) to send into Kool Tobacco Company for a 13-foot, Styrofoam, lateen rigged, Sea Snark sailboat weighing in at a mere 50 pounds. It was this small boat that ignited Pete’s and the boys desire to sail and explore the many tributaries along the Chesapeake Bay. Annemarie supported the various boat building projects that followed over the years and often sailed with Pete.

Eventually, Pete and Annemarie bought a parcel of land in a quaint community known as Harbor Hills, along Long Cove, off Battle Creek. There, with the help of their 5 sons, friends, and anyone that appeared bored, the family built their dream home known as “Shadow” (after the hymn “Only A Shadow”), completing it in 1980. It was a three-year build, from clearing the land by hand, to completing the house to be able to be occupied. They continued to work on the house through the years until moving back to Prince Frederick in 2002. Annemarie loved the property in Harbor Hills, she loved the water and would often go canoeing or lay out in the sun on the floating dock built for her by her sons Marc and Chris. She loved the outdoors, sitting out on the point, overlooking the water, and taking walks through the woods and down to the community dock.

Annemarie dedicated her life to raising her young sons until they became self-sufficient. As her sons grew older, Annemarie took a job as a school bus driver and as the sons hit their mid teenage years, Annemarie went back to work with the Federal Government Census Bureau where she retired in 1995. Annemarie and Pete then purchased a small camper and spent a year traveling the United States. She returned home and began volunteering for various Christian and charitable organizations.

When Annemarie and Pete’s sons married, she welcomed her daughters-in-law with open arms and loved them as if they were her own daughters. She was not your typical mother-in-law. Each of her "daughters" will tell you that Annemarie, or “Oma” as she is fondly called, has been a great friend and second mother to them through the years. She was wise, and kind. And loved to have a good time and share a laugh! Eventually, as grandchildren came along, she was excited with each one and loved them all, sharing with them her sense of humor and love for adventure.

Annemarie also passed on her German heritage to her family, teaching them to make gingerbread houses, and sharing memories of her family and stories of the life and culture. And recipes! She loved to cook, always bringing some new dish to try out with the family on holidays or at summer gatherings. Some were simple, like peanut butter bars that tasted better than Reeses! Some were more exotic, like her Chicken Pacifica. And some were traditional, like her infamous German Potato Salad. We all compete to try to make it just like hers! (So far, Stefan’s was the best!) Her pickles and jellies that she learned to make all those years back on the Old Belt Farm were always a tasty treat. If you find an old St. John Vianney, Our Lady Star of the Sea, Northern Virginia Women's Club, or Cursillo cookbook, you will likely find in it a recipe of Annemarie's.

Annemarie shared her love of good food with her friends too. She and Pete became a part of a
“traveling” dinner group of friends who met at each other’s houses once a month. The host planned a theme and sometimes picked the recipes, and everyone brought a dish. This was right up Annemarie’s alley. She also enjoyed fine dining, and over a period of 20 or more years, she was a member of a group which fondly referred to itself as the "Dinner Bunch." The group met monthly, picking a different restaurant each month in the DC, Virginia, Maryland area to have dinner. Annemarie enjoyed critiquing the restaurant and the food. They often joked that she should have been a food critic. Who knows, perhaps she secretly was!

Annemarie loved traveling. She loved the beach and made it a point to always join the family during beach vacations at Ocean City, Bethany Beach, and for the last 28 years, the Outer Banks. Annemarie was the first on the beach and the last off the beach. She would stake the claim for the family on the beach to ensure everyone had a spot and that the kids had room to play. She monitored the grandkids playing and could pounce at a moment’s notice if a rogue wave found it’s way too close to one of them.

Over the years, Annemarie visited many places. She joined the Northern Virginia Women's group with her sister Elizabeth and went on countless trips. Annemarie also shared her love of travel with her "daughters" and granddaughters, inviting them along to travel with her. There were many trips with "just the girls,” to the mountains, horseback riding, and visiting caverns, the ocean, Disney World, and many historical places. Yes, there are a lot of fond memories of these trips with Oma through the years.

In retirement, Annemarie and Pete traveled and camped across the country and traveled to Europe many times. She and Pete, and sometimes other family members, frequently returned to Oberammergau, Germany, where her parents were born and grew up. On many of these trips, she attended the world-famous Passion Play that was held every 10 years. Though they traveled many other places, such as Alaska, Jerusalem, Turkey, Ireland, and various Caribbean Islands, Annemarie often remarked that Bavaria was the most beautiful. Annemarie considered herself a daughter of Oberammergau, the small passion play village where her parents were from.

Throughout her life, Annemarie remained very faithful, serving her community through her Church and the Cursillo Movement of the Archdiocese of Washington. She supported her husband Pete when he began the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults at St. John Vianney, joining the team and sponsoring many candidates as they joined the Church. She was a member of the Ladies Guild, served as the Secretary of the Parish Council, and volunteered in the office each week, counting the collection. In the community, she volunteered for the Crisis Pregnancy Center, helping young mothers-to-be. She also traveled on a mission trip to help repair homes in Mississippi! After making her Cursillo weekend in the late seventies, Annemarie became an active member of the movement, serving on committees, on the Secretariat and eventually coordinating a Cursillo weekend. Annemarie embraced the Cursillo way of life, joyfully sharing her faith with her family, friends, and anyone she met. Cursillo has a saying, “Make a friend, be a friend, and bring a friend to Christ.” This came natural for Annemarie. She was a welcoming figure wherever she went, whether it was at Church, or in the community, at a family gathering, on a trip, or even bowling! (Yes, she loved bowling too and bowled on a league for many years!) Whenever or wherever you happened to run into Annemarie, you could count on a big hug, a smile, and maybe a joke or two! She was kind and witty, and a bright light to us all.

Annemarie’s light continues to shine; kindness and humor are her legacy. She is and will always be the beloved matriarch of the family of 5 sons and their families. She embraced her sons’ wives as these were the daughters that she never had. She greatly loved her grandchildren and great grandchildren, passing on her wisdom and great love for adventure. Annemarie lived a joy-filled life based in her faith, she was a dedicated mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and friend to many. Annemarie follows her parents, Anton and Klara Lang, her husband Pete, and son Stefan into the next phase where peace and happiness abound. She is greatly loved and missed by us all.

Transcript of Remarks at Memorial Mass by Monica Abresch

October 7, 2022
To say Oma will be forever missed, would be a huge understatement. She was one of the greatest grandmothers we could have, always looking out for us grandkids, attending our school events, picking us up from school when we were feeling sick or when we just didn’t want to be there (also known as “feeling sick”), cheering us up when we were down, & being there for us in the good times and bad times. Oma was also a strong, independent women who loved adventure, to have fun and take care of her family. She was truly the matriarch of the Abresch family. But to me, Oma was so much more. She wasn’t just my grandmother, she was my best friend, hero and the yin to my yang. She was a hoot & a half and the best part of me will always be her. 
As some may know, Oma always wanted a daughter. But God had different plans for her and blessed her with raising 5 sons, who I’m sure would say they were nothing but angels to raise. As the sons grew up, got married and began to have kids, grandson after grandson was brought into Oma’s life. Everyone actually assumed I would be a boy as well since a girl didn’t seem to be in the cards for Oma’s family. So, as the first granddaughter being born, it was no surprise that Oma and I had an instant connection. I’m told Oma waited at my parents’ house anxiously the day I was brought home from the hospital, where a picture was taken of her holding me with the biggest smile and I will forever cherish that. But while Oma always wanted a daughter, rest assured she didn’t leave this world with any regrets. She actually once told me she was glad she never had a daughter and it was because of me! Now, I’ve been told that I’m just like her, so I take this as a compliment. And while this can be taken many ways, I like to choose the thought of knowing that I could give her that feeling of no regrets that she didn’t miss out on not having a girl. and I’m glad that I could give her that.
Growing up, Oma and I did many things together. When I was little and in Girl Scouts, I remember she showed up to this camping event and spent the night with me and the other girls. As my mom wasn’t able to go to this event and it was a mother/daughter theme, Oma made me so happy when she showed up. She was the hit of the night too and everyone wanted to spend time with her. But there’s no surprise there!
Oma and I also made gingerbread houses every year with my mom since I can remember. Each year it would be a different theme and would literally take us all day! I remember we did a Santa’s Workshop, Polar Express, North Pole & many more, but our favorite was always the lighthouse on the beach gingerbread house. At one point, we hoped to re-create it and make it even better to submit it in a contest, but time got away from us. 
As I became older and went off to college, it seemed like the time we got to spend together became shorter and shorter. We would go on many dates together, going out for ice cream or dinner, driving to Annapolis to see movies, she even came up to visit me at school in Salisbury several times and we always made a point to go to the beach when she did. Oma was always down for an adventure and would make herself available to spend time with you even if it was simply going to one or the other’s house to hang out or talking over the phone. And Oma and I talked on the phone A LOT, especially when I was in college. It was actually to the point where Opa would pick up the phone when I called and as soon as I said “Hey, it’s Monica,” he would respond with “hold on I’ll get Annemarie.” Oma was always there to hear about my adventures, give advice, or just listen to whatever I was going through. I remember she sent me a letter one time when I first went off to college, telling me how proud she was of me and envious of this new adventure I was embarking on. She said some encouraging words because she knew I was trying to find a job on campus but having trouble finding openings. It was very special of her to do that, but that’s how Oma was: Thoughtful, caring, and always looking out for you. 
However, me and Oma didn’t always get along. I remember one time when I was little, I think she made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I didn’t want it. I must’ve wanted something else and of course Oma refused saying it was this or nothing. Being the child I was, I walked off in a tantrum and went in hid in a closet thinking that that would cause her to change her mind. She not only didn’t change her mind, but also never even came looking for me! Needless to say, I ate the sandwich and never did that again!
All jokes aside, Oma and I had a lot of great memories together. One of my most cherished memories was when I was younger, I remember it just being me and her floating around in the pool, enjoying the sun and being amazed at all these butterflies that would hang out on this tree above the pool. While my dad has since cut that tree down, I still look for those butterflies every time I’m out there as it was something we truly enjoyed together.
But butterflies weren’t the only thing we enjoyed looking at when laying out in the sun. When traveling to the beach, many know that Oma loved to wake up super early to get out to the beach, in which I eventually joined her when I became older. Everyone assumed we did this to beat the crowd, but we actually went out early to enjoy all the handsome men on their morning beach runs, commenting on each person that would go by while enjoying each other’s company. Oma always loved the beach and would dream of living there, which also became my dream and eventually reality that I would share with her. In my adult years, I’ve made sure to continue our beach traditions and enjoy all the things her and I once did together.
Besides traveling to the beach, Oma and I also traveled around the world together. What started as an annual trip where Oma and my mom and I would take to explore a new cavern or the National Bridge soon grew into larger trips, like a college road trip where Oma toured all of my top schools with me. That was one of my favorite trips as it was an exciting adventure where we treated ourselves to room service and a helicopter ride to tour Myrtle beach, along with a smile from Oma for getting to be on a helicopter that I will never forget. We also travelled international together, where we had a snowball fight on top of a mountain in Switzerland and basked in our family heritage in Germany. 
We even took a horse carriage ride to the Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. Oma loved horses and when she learned how much I did too, it was another connection that brought us closer together. Every gift from her soon became horse theme and when I started taking riding lessons, she would always be sure to come watch me ride and pet all of the horses. On my most recent trip to Greece and Germany, I actually got to see and pet the German horses pulling the beer carts at Oktoberfest. It was a moment where I truly felt Oma’s presence with me since her passing and I know she would have loved to be there. Everyone was taking pictures with the beer carts but not me, I stayed with the horses and watched them while enjoying Oma’s presence. I felt Oma’s presence with me throughout this entire trip in a ton of tiny moments. So with that, I would like to say, this isn’t goodbye to Oma, but instead, see her later in all the little moments that remind me of her. The little moments of:
  • Whenever I’m around horses or see anything with lips
  • Whenever I come across naughty souvenir gifts or hear a dirty joke
  • Whenever I have a cosmo and watch the sunset
  • Whenever I wake up early to go to the beach or go on any new adventure to explore this world
  • Whenever I see something that’s ootzie-kootzie and have to have it
  • Whenever I’m shopping and think “oh that’s a feely, but how cute is it?” Before checking the price tag
  • Whenever someone cuts me off while driving and I have words to say in German
  • Whenever I decorate new gingerbread houses and continue the tradition with my own family
  • Whenever I take a picture and think how Oma would laugh at herself because she couldn’t smile with her eyes opened for pictures 
  • Whenever I’m given a card and have that long pause as I’m opening it thinking confetti will fall out
  • And lastly, whenever someone passes flatulence, I’ll silently blame Kippy 
While I will forever cherish all the memories made and time spent together with Oma, these are the moments I now look forward to and I hope you all will join me in remembering your own little moments with Oma too. Oma may not have been here for a long enough time, but she was certainly here for a good time and will be missed. So, cheers to you Oma… I love you! 

Transcript of Remarks at Memorial Mass by June Abresch

October 7, 2022
I wanted to come up here to pay tribute to you today Mom. Where do I begin Mom? It's been so great being a part of your family. You touched our hearts in so many ways! You raised 5 boys into respectable loving men. Each of your sons have a little of you in them. Sometimes a little mischievous, sometimes a little stern. Your sense of humor can be found in each of them. We were privileged to have you for our Mom, Oma, Great Oma, Sister, Aunt & Friend. You may not have given birth to us, but you had 4 daughters that loved you and appreciated how you accepted us with open arms. We always felt your love. You embraced us with such strong loving hugs! I'm sure that's how you greeted Dad,Stefan, and all your family & friends in Heaven! God Bless you Mom! Heaven has a beautiful Angel to watch over all of us! We love you! As you would say, muah! 

Transcript of Remarks at Memorial Mass by Marc Abresch

October 7, 2022
MOM
Good morning, I want to start with saying thank you to all of our family, friends, and fellow brothers and sisters in Christ for your thoughts, prayers and your attendance here today, it is a true testimony of the life of and his effect on others. Thank you, Father Daly, for presiding and for such a heartfelt homily.
Over the last 14, months the Abresch family has seen death come to the family 3 times. Even though they have died, they have new life in Christ in heaven. In that time, our family has come together to get mom into a good facility for her Alzheimer’s. As mom faded in the last year plus at home with dad, it became a lot on him. I want to send out a special thank you to Tom Franz, as well as Danielle Burris and their son Maverick. They came in and did things with mom to give dad a break and a chance to shop and do other things. Dad was really hesitant about having little Maverick there, but mom loved the little ones and I think it was some comfort to her having him around. Shortly after getting mom into care we had to pull together for dads passing. That was a lot of work as we had a house of 15+years to clean out, sort and fix up. 4 months later we had to do it again with the sudden death of our beloved brother Stefan, all the while keeping love and respect for each other in such a trying time. And now, we lay our Matriarch to rest, to be reunited with dad and Stefan, as well as all the angels and saints, and our Lord and savior Jesus Christ. Some families fall apart in times like these and end up fighting about differences instead of celebrating the likes. The reason we have stayed together in love is mainly due to our mother. She was the rock of our family. Dad often traveled and for months at a time when we were young. Mom took it upon herself to get us to swim lessons, scouts, baseball games, as well as teach us good values, love, respect, and to grow into good upstanding citizens. With 6 men in the house, mom made it an early goal to get her 5 boys to be very self sufficient. Mom taught us how to do our own laundry at an early age, I was 7. She taught us to feed ourselves breakfast, lunch and often times she would actually let us make dinner, well help at least. For a period of time, I was the lunch maker for the family during the school years, and often made dads lunch too. I could never get my head around butter, cheese and jelly sandwiches. I could go on and on about all the things she has done and involved in, but we don’t have all day. Moms role model was one to emulate. She did everything with a smile, always had a big hug and did not care who you were, she was treating you the same as everyone else. Mom loved anything silky smooth and if you were wearing anything made of silk or satin, she would rub all over you and tell you it’s a “feely shirt”. Not so cool when you are a boy to have your mom rubbing on you. Mom was all about her colors and wearing her colorful outfits. She was always ready to celebrate or party, and have fun. Mom was the definition of joyful. Moms discipline was also stern. She did not hesitate to grab that wooden spoon or metal fly swatter and whack you when it was needed. She kept us in line and that kept us together as a family. Mom was a servant of God and that was evident with the presence of her and dad at 8am mass in their ASSIGNED seats where you could always find them. Mom was involved in many ministries, and I know when her memory started to fade, she did everything she could to stay involved in them. Obviously, with her disease, she was not able to continue as she wanted. Anyone that knew mom remembers her trademark lips on everything. And as Toni mentioned in her tribute, her huge hugs, confetti in her cards, and welcoming smile. Mom did the best she could with us and the life she was given. Her boys grew to reputable young men, they were married and some grand children came along. When each one of these women came into the family, mom instantly treated them as one of the family. Then she was blessed enough to have quite a few great grandchildren. All of which was a testimony to her importance of family. All of you here today is a testimony of her faith and effect on people. Even though her last year was almost like visiting a shell of mom, there were many times that she would blurt something out or her eyes would light up, and you knew mom was still there. I give major props to all those that work in the health field and do what you do to take care of people. I am happy knowing that she passed peacefully with a full belly for the ride home. Will I miss mom? Of course, but I have missed her for several years now. We all have to go through a purification process to be unblemished and perfect to get into heaven. I feel that God has already done this in mom’s life over the last few years. Was mom a saint? No, but in my eyes she was. Any woman that can raise and live with 6 men, and be the only woman, for more than 20 years makes her a saint in my eyes. I know that when she got into heaven dad and Stefan greeted her with open arms, and I am sure she gave Jesus one of her classic big hugs. I can hear Jesus saying, “WOW! Now I know what the others up here are talking about with this woman and her big hugs”. And I can hear mom saying upon her arrival in her faux southern draw “well damn, I actually made it”. Thank you mom for all that you have taught us, and for your never ending love. You surely will be missed, but we are happy that you are home now. Until we are all reunited with you and our loved ones, please pray for us as we pray for you. And if you should happen to stop by to say hi, don’t forget to leave one of your signature trademarks to remind us that you are still with us. 
I love you mom, rest in peace!