It is rarely possible to know who is the inspiring muse of musical themes or artistic works. This is the case of “ La Oma” , one of the most emblematic songs of Argentine folklore, and its inspiring, Marta Hoffner .
If we talk about folklore and someone who has inspired a song, it would be inevitable to think that he is Argentine, but not: “La Oma” is Brazilian. Marta Hoffner was born in Brazil, on October 12, 1907. He was a direct descendant of Germans who had arrived on our continent at that time.
Marta, La Oma, married Armando Rabe and formed a family with three children. The nomadic instinct seemed to have a strong presence in Hoffner, who did not hesitate to come to Argentina following her husband. His destination was Chaco , more precisely San Bernardo.
How does it get to folklore? The alternatives that life grants brought her together with Daniel Altamirano and Pedro Favini , who were entertained with food by La Oma. Marta Hoffner's way of life, solitary and barely accompanied by her parrot, inspired Altamirano. This meeting took place in 1975.
Oma comes from German and means “grandmother.” It is widely used in the Mesopotamian region to call grandmothers who have a German, Polish or Swiss offspring. Something similar to what happens in other regions with the word nona , of Italian origin.
The work of art fol k Loric “La Oma” is presented as chamamé. His lyrics talk about Hoffner's life and his home. Her lonely life was the result of her husband and children's departure elsewhere.
From a normal life to eternity
In 1977, two years after meeting Daniel Altamirano, Hoffner learned that he was the protagonist of a song and was performed on stage. The Oma was praised by many Chacqueños who sang her song. In 1994 his physical life would end, but his image, his story, will continue to be immortalized every time someone sings “La Oma”.
Licenciado en Comunicación Social y periodista. Soy instructor de tenis y gané un Interclubes, también soy jugador y crítico de videojuegos. Siento que tengo un superpoder, pero aún no logro descubrir cuál es ni su alcance, imagino que es escribir. Siempre con la guardia alta.