February 14, 2013 inherited memories by malta notebook Jan Jeska (my Opa) Jan Jeska (my Opa) When my older sister, Jane, was 16 or 17 years old my grandmother wouldn’t let her wear make-up. She would give me her make-up case with lipstick, blush, and I would sneak it out of the house, under my jacket. I would meet her a few blocks up the street and I would have to hold the mirror for her so she could put her make-up on.My sister got asked to be in a Hawaiian band. She couldn’t sing so she decided to be the dancer. She would put on her grass skirt and practice. She would put on the gramophone and hula dance. I would tell my friends to come over and we would peak through the window and fall down with laughter. Once, my sister heard us and she told my grandmother and I got in trouble.Uncle Coc worked at the zoo and one day he let the lions out just to see what would happen. “Did he lose his job?” My mom yells down from the bathroom (she is getting ready to go to the bar with Eva, to see her friend DJ). Yes, he did. Then he got a job collecting feral cats. He had a gun, he would always show everyone. He was a character.