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\u00c1 sunnudagsmorgnum var \u00fe\u00f3 brug\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00fat af venju, \u00fe\u00e1 var bo\u00f0i\u00f0 upp \u00e1 lambal\u00e6ri \u00ed h\u00e1degismat. Ilmurinn barst um allt h\u00fasi\u00f0, og vi\u00f0 krakkarnir st\u00f3\u00f0umst ekki m\u00e1ti\u00f0, dr\u00f6slu\u00f0umst \u00e1 f\u00e6tur, \u00fe\u00f3 svo a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 hef\u00f0um veri\u00f0 \u00e1 djamminu fram undir rau\u00f0an morgun. Lambal\u00e6ri me\u00f0 Orabaunum, rau\u00f0k\u00e1li \u00far d\u00f3s, br\u00fanu\u00f0um kart\u00f6flum og rj\u00f3malaga\u00f0ri s\u00f3su \u2013 mmm… hva\u00f0 vi\u00f0 elsku\u00f0um m\u00f6mmu \u00e1 sunnud\u00f6gum. N\u00fana man \u00e9g ekki, hvort vi\u00f0 s\u00f6g\u00f0um einu sinni \u201eTakk fyrir matinn, mamma\u201c.<\/p>\n

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Hvernig gat h\u00fan \u00feetta allt, h\u00fan mamma? H\u00fan f\u00f3r aldrei \u00ed n\u00e1m, lauk bara skyldunni og svo ekki meir. Samt kunni h\u00fan allt – jafnvel a\u00f0 reikna! Og s\u00e1 h\u00e6fileiki kom s\u00e9r vel seinna, \u00feegar h\u00fan f\u00f3r a\u00f0 stunda bridge af \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0u \u2013 \u00cdslandsmeistari \u00ed kvennaflokki, ef \u00e9g man r\u00e9tt! Og hva\u00f0 h\u00fan haf\u00f0i gaman af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 leysa heimad\u00e6min fyrir mig \u2013 algebra var hennar eftirl\u00e6ti! Mamma var nefnilega a\u00f0 upplagi st\u00e6r\u00f0fr\u00e6\u00f0ingur \u2013 hef\u00f0i noti\u00f0 s\u00edn sem reiknimeistari \u00e1 verkfr\u00e6\u00f0istofu!<\/p>\n

En \u00fear fyrir utan haf\u00f0i h\u00fan n\u00e6mt eyra fyrir tungum\u00e1lum. Haf\u00f0i gaman af a\u00f0 gl\u00f3sa fyrir mig d\u00f6nsku, \u00fe\u00fdsku, ensku \u2013 og jafnvel fr\u00f6nsku, \u00feegar \u00e9g var komin \u00ed fimmta bekk \u00ed mennt\u00f3. H\u00fan var alger n\u00f6rd, h\u00fan mamma \u2013 \u00fe\u00f3 a\u00f0 h\u00fan v\u00e6ri l\u00edka fegur\u00f0ardrottning.<\/p>\n

En af hverju h\u00e9lt ekki mamma \u00e1fram \u00ed sk\u00f3la? \u00c9g hef stundum velt \u00fev\u00ed fyrir m\u00e9r, hvort h\u00fan hafi kannski ekki haft metna\u00f0 \u2013 e\u00f0a hvort \u00fea\u00f0 hafi veri\u00f0 satt, sem h\u00fan sag\u00f0i m\u00e9r, a\u00f0 h\u00fan hef\u00f0i ekki haft efni \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed? Systkini hennar f\u00f3ru samt \u00f6ll \u00ed eitthvert n\u00e1m, l\u00edka stelpurnar, Maja og Fr\u00ed\u00f0a \u2013 \u00ed kvennask\u00f3la og menntask\u00f3la. En mamma f\u00f3r bara a\u00f0 vinna \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0 \u2013 reyndar \u00ed f\u00ednustu b\u00fa\u00f0 Reykjav\u00edkur, Herra- og d\u00f6mufataverslun Brauns \u00ed Austurstr\u00e6ti. \u00derj\u00fa hundru\u00f0 s\u00f3ttu um, en \u00ferj\u00e1r fengu. H\u00fan var ein af \u00feeim. \u00dea\u00f0 ger\u00f0u eflaust br\u00fanu augun og fallega brosi\u00f0 \u2013 svokalla\u00f0ur Litlalandssvipur \u00far \u00d6lfusinu! H\u00fan var af Bergs\u00e6tt, h\u00fan mamma.<\/p>\n

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<\/p><\/center>Og \u00feegar h\u00fan rifja\u00f0i upp \u00feann t\u00edma l\u00f6ngu seinna, var eins og \u00fea\u00f0 hef\u00f0u veri\u00f0 bestu \u00e1rin \u2013 eil\u00edfur gle\u00f0skapur, sunnudagsb\u00f6ll \u00e1 H\u00f3tel Borg, a\u00f0d\u00e1un, \u00e1hyggjuleysi \u2013 frelsi! Og \u2013 hj\u00e1 Brauns fann mamma \u00e1stina \u2013 \u00fevert yfir b\u00fa\u00f0arbor\u00f0i\u00f0. Pabbi var KR-ingur, alger stjarna \u2013 grannur og h\u00e1vaxinn, me\u00f0 hreyfingar hjartarins. Skipstj\u00f3rasonur \u00far Vesturb\u00e6num.

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Pabbi hennar, hann Brynj\u00f3lfur, haf\u00f0i aldrei \u00e1tt \u00feess kost a\u00f0 fara \u00ed sk\u00f3la. F\u00e1t\u00e6kur sveitastr\u00e1kur af Su\u00f0urlandi, sem l\u00e9t sig dreyma um a\u00f0 leita g\u00e6funnar \u00ed Kanada, byrja n\u00fdtt l\u00edf \u00fear. Br\u00f3\u00f0ir hans, Einar, sigldi \u00e1samt eiginkonu og d\u00f3ttur og ger\u00f0ist vei\u00f0ima\u00f0ur vi\u00f0 Winnipegvatn. En \u00fe\u00e1 var afi or\u00f0inn margra barna fa\u00f0ir og komst aldrei lengra en til Reykjav\u00edkur. Mamma sag\u00f0i m\u00e9r oft fr\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed, \u00feegar amma var a\u00f0 senda hana, barni\u00f0, me\u00f0 kaffibr\u00fasa \u00ed ullarsokk ni\u00f0ur \u00e1 Reykjav\u00edkurh\u00f6fn, \u00fear sem afi bei\u00f0 daglangt \u00ed von um einhverja vinnu. \u00deetta voru erfi\u00f0ir t\u00edmar og miki\u00f0 atvinnuleysi. Afi og amma voru \u00ed s\u00e1rum, h\u00f6f\u00f0u misst tvo drengi \u00ed sj\u00f3inn \u00ed Halave\u00f0rinu mikla 1925 \u2013 og l\u00edfi\u00f0 var\u00f0 aldrei samt. Mamma f\u00f3r bara a\u00f0 vinna, skaffa til heimilisins. Kannski var \u00fea\u00f0 hennar sk\u00f3li.<\/p>\n

Og eins og \u00e9g sag\u00f0i, \u00fe\u00e1 f\u00e9ll henni aldrei verk \u00far hendi. \u00dea\u00f0 var ekki fyrr en h\u00fan var or\u00f0in f\u00e1rsj\u00fak \u2013 m\u00f6rgum \u00e1rum seinna \u2013 a\u00f0 h\u00fan sat gjarnan og var a\u00f0 leggja kapal vi\u00f0 bor\u00f0stofubor\u00f0i\u00f0, \u00feegar ma\u00f0ur leit inn s\u00ed\u00f0degis. Spilin dreif\u00f0u huganum og leyf\u00f0u henni a\u00f0 gleyma s\u00fat og sorg. \u2013 \u00c9g man, a\u00f0 pabbi sag\u00f0i einu sinni, a\u00f0 l\u00edfi\u00f0 hef\u00f0i veri\u00f0 fullt af hamingju, \u00e1 me\u00f0an b\u00f6rnin voru \u00f6ll heima, \u00ed hans umsj\u00e1 og m\u00f6mmu. Engar \u00e1hyggjur. \u00dea\u00f0 var ekki fyrr en vi\u00f0 fluttumst a\u00f0 heiman, sem \u00e1hyggjurnar hr\u00f6nnu\u00f0ust upp! Hver kannast ekki vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0?<\/p>\n

Nema hva\u00f0, mamma lag\u00f0i ekki einu sinni spilin fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r, heldur bei\u00f0 bara eftir a\u00f0 heyra fr\u00e9ttir. H\u00fan var s\u00f3lgin \u00ed fr\u00e9ttir \u2013 en bara g\u00f3\u00f0ar fr\u00e9ttir. Vondar fr\u00e9ttir voru eitur \u00ed hennar beinum. Og \u00f3sj\u00e1lfr\u00e1tt t\u00f3k ma\u00f0ur tillit til \u00feess. S\u00e9rstaklega \u00e1 seinni \u00e1rum. Pabbi ger\u00f0i s\u00e9r alltaf far um a\u00f0 f\u00e6ra henni bara g\u00f3\u00f0ar fr\u00e9ttir. Hann d\u00fdrka\u00f0i m\u00f6mmu og \u201ebar hana \u00e1 h\u00f6ndum s\u00e9r alla t\u00ed\u00f0\u201c \u2013 eins og mamma or\u00f0a\u00f0i \u00fea\u00f0 sj\u00e1lf \u00ed vi\u00f0tali \u00ed Helgarp\u00f3stinum, \u00e1ri \u00e1\u00f0ur en h\u00fan d\u00f3. \u00de\u00e1 var h\u00fan talin ein af valdamestu konum landsins, eigandi b\u00e6\u00f0i son og tengdason \u00e1 Al\u00feingi \u00cdslendinga \u2013 annan \u00feeirra reyndar r\u00e1\u00f0herra utanr\u00edkism\u00e1la.<\/p>\n

J\u00e1, og \u00e9g gleymdi a\u00f0 geta \u00feess, a\u00f0 mamma var sannur s\u00f3s\u00edaldem\u00f3krat! En \u00fea\u00f0 vissi \u00e9g ekki, fyrr en \u00e9g kom me\u00f0 r\u00f3tt\u00e6kan mann inn \u00ed fj\u00f6lskylduna \u2013 og loksins \u00fe\u00e1 var fari\u00f0 a\u00f0 tala um p\u00f3lit\u00edk \u00e1 heimilinu. Og \u00fea\u00f0 var ekki bara mamma, sem var s\u00f3s\u00edaldem\u00f3krat, heldur \u00f6ll hennar fj\u00f6lskylda, afi og amma, d\u00e6turnar \u2013 og allir synirnir. \u00deeir bygg\u00f0u me\u00f0al annars Al\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0uh\u00fasi\u00f0 \u00e1 s\u00ednum t\u00edma \u2013 og einn br\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00f6mmu d\u00f3 \u00ed r\u00e6\u00f0ust\u00f3l \u00e1 flokksstj\u00f3rnarfundi Al\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0uflokksins \u2013 hann Nonni, sem \u00e1tti alla hestana og var svo barng\u00f3\u00f0ur.<\/p>\n

\u00dea\u00f0 var allt \u00ed einu fari\u00f0 a\u00f0 fjalla um \u00fej\u00f3\u00f0m\u00e1l \u00e1 fj\u00f6lskyldufundum \u2013 og svei m\u00e9r \u00fe\u00e1, ef pabbi t\u00f3k ekki undir, farinn a\u00f0 hafa sam\u00fa\u00f0 me\u00f0 l\u00edtilmagnanum og r\u00e9ttl\u00e1tara samf\u00e9lagi. Enda var pabbi me\u00f0 st\u00f3rt hjarta l\u00edka. Hann var gjafmildur og \u00f6rl\u00e1tur \u00feeim, sem \u00e1ttu um s\u00e1rt a\u00f0 binda, f\u00e6r\u00f0i \u00f6llum fulla kassa af ilmandi eplum fyrir hver j\u00f3l – enda var hann eplainnflytjandi.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g \u00e1 margar fallegar myndir af m\u00f6mmu \u00ed hugarfylgsnum m\u00ednum. H\u00fan bei\u00f0 alltaf eftir m\u00e9r, \u00feegar \u00e9g kom heim \u00far sk\u00f3lanum s\u00ed\u00f0degis. Alveg fr\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed \u00e9g byrja\u00f0i \u00ed barnask\u00f3la, \u00fear til \u00e9g t\u00f3k st\u00fadentspr\u00f3f, m\u00f6rgum \u00e1rum seinna. \u2013 Eiginlega var \u00fea\u00f0 h\u00fan, sem var \u00ed menntask\u00f3la en ekki \u00e9g! \u2013 \u00c9g var a\u00f0 v\u00edsu elst, en Eddi br\u00f3\u00f0ir fullyr\u00f0ir einhvers sta\u00f0ar, a\u00f0 \u00feetta hafi h\u00fan gert vi\u00f0 \u00f6ll s\u00edn b\u00f6rn, en \u00fe\u00e1 var \u00e9g farin a\u00f0 heiman.<\/p>\n

H\u00fan bar heitan mat \u00e1 bor\u00f0 og spur\u00f0i fr\u00e9tta. \u201eHva\u00f0 ger\u00f0u\u00f0 \u00fei\u00f0 \u00ed dag? Er mikil heimavinna? M\u00e1 \u00e9g k\u00edkja?\u201c Kannski leiddist henni, kannski sakna\u00f0i h\u00fan einhvers, h\u00fan mamma. Langa\u00f0i hana kannski til a\u00f0 vera einhvers sta\u00f0ar annars sta\u00f0ar? \u00cd f\u00ednni dragt \u00e1 st\u00f3rum vinnusta\u00f0 \u00fati \u00ed b\u00e6? Hef\u00f0i \u00fea\u00f0 f\u00e6rt henni meiri hamingju? Var \u00fea\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0, sem h\u00fan \u00fer\u00e1\u00f0i? Stundum var h\u00fan d\u00f6pur, og \u00fe\u00e1 lei\u00f0 m\u00e9r illa, gat ekki einbeitt m\u00e9r. Stundum \u2013 og oftast \u2013 var h\u00fan \u00fe\u00f3 gl\u00f6\u00f0, og \u00fe\u00e1 geisla\u00f0i af henni.<\/p>\n

Mest var gaman a\u00f0 horfa \u00e1 hana, \u00feegar h\u00fan var b\u00fain a\u00f0 kl\u00e6\u00f0a sig upp \u00e1 og var a\u00f0 fara \u00fat me\u00f0 pabba a\u00f0 kv\u00f6ldi dags. Kannski \u00ed leikh\u00fas e\u00f0a t\u00f3nleika, jafnvel \u00e1rsh\u00e1t\u00ed\u00f0 \u2013 \u00feau voru b\u00e6\u00f0i mj\u00f6g virk \u00ed KR og Oddfellows \u2013 f\u00e9lagslynd, eins og \u00fea\u00f0 heitir. H\u00fan kl\u00e6ddist s\u00ed\u00f0um kj\u00f3l, kannski \u00far damaski e\u00f0a jafnvel silki, sem f\u00e9ll \u00fe\u00e9tt a\u00f0 brj\u00f3stum hennar, en breiddi svo \u00far s\u00e9r eins og hv\u00edslandi l\u00e6kur alveg ni\u00f0ur \u00e1 g\u00f3lf. H\u00fan haf\u00f0i sett \u00e1 sig fallega skartgripi, armb\u00f6nd og h\u00e1lsfestar \u00far gulli, sem pabbi \u00fereyttist aldrei \u00e1 a\u00f0 f\u00e6ra henni fr\u00e1 \u00fatl\u00f6ndum. \u00c9g man samt ekki eftir, a\u00f0 h\u00fan hafi nota\u00f0 eyrnalokka. H\u00e1ri\u00f0 var stuttklippt og mj\u00f6g f\u00edngert, en me\u00f0 a\u00f0sto\u00f0 g\u00f3\u00f0rar h\u00e1rgrei\u00f0slukonu f\u00f3r \u00fea\u00f0 alltaf vel og ramma\u00f0i inn fallegt andlit, h\u00e1 kinnbein og d\u00f6kk augu \u2013 sem g\u00e1tu l\u00edka veri\u00f0 \u00f6gn da\u00f0ursleg, \u00feegar h\u00fan vildi \u00fea\u00f0 vi\u00f0 hafa. Aldrei man \u00e9g eftir, a\u00f0 \u00feau hafi drukki\u00f0 \u00far h\u00f3fi. Og aldrei s\u00e1 \u00e9g \u00feau r\u00edfast \u2013 makalaust, me\u00f0 \u00f6ll \u00feessi b\u00f6rn \u00e1 heimilinu.<\/p>\n

Mamma haf\u00f0i a\u00f0 v\u00edsu oftast vinnukonur, sem s\u00e1u um \u00ferif og jafnvel um eldamennsku, \u00feegar miki\u00f0 l\u00e1 vi\u00f0 \u2013 e\u00f0a h\u00fan haf\u00f0i brug\u00f0i\u00f0 s\u00e9r til \u00fatlanda me\u00f0 pabba. S\u00fa fyrsta var \u00e6ttu\u00f0 fr\u00e1 \u00cdsafir\u00f0i, s\u00ed\u00f0an komu tv\u00e6r systur fr\u00e1 Dj\u00fapavogi \u2013 b\u00e1\u00f0ar me\u00f0 rautt h\u00e1r, a\u00f0 mig minnir. En minnist\u00e6\u00f0astar eru \u00fe\u00e6r Vera og Lisa og Elke, sem allar voru \u00fe\u00fdskar \u2013 ekki amalegt fyrir \u00fe\u00e1 \u00e1 heimilinu, sem voru a\u00f0 l\u00e6ra \u00fe\u00fdsku. Allt dugna\u00f0arkonur, sem v\u00edlu\u00f0u ekki fyrir s\u00e9r a\u00f0 ganga \u00ed hva\u00f0a verk sem var \u2013 jafnvel a\u00f0 b\u00faa til s\u00f3su me\u00f0 hangikj\u00f6ti, sem \u00fe\u00e6r h\u00f6f\u00f0u aldrei brag\u00f0a\u00f0 \u00e1\u00f0ur, og f\u00e1 sk\u00f6mm \u00ed hattinn fyrir, af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 s\u00f3san var ekki hv\u00edt, heldur br\u00fan! \u00dea\u00f0 \u00fe\u00f3tti kr\u00f6kkunum mj\u00f6g fyndi\u00f0 \u2013 en allt fyrirgefi\u00f0. Mamma var g\u00f3\u00f0ur verkstj\u00f3ri, b\u00e6\u00f0i mild og h\u00f6r\u00f0 \u00ed senn, og allar ur\u00f0u \u00fe\u00e6r vinkonur til l\u00edfst\u00ed\u00f0ar.<\/p>\n

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\nSeinasta myndin af m\u00f6mmu situr enn \u00ed huga m\u00e9r. \u00dea\u00f0 var r\u00e9tt \u00e1\u00f0ur en h\u00fan lag\u00f0ist banaleguna vori\u00f0 1991. \u00c9g var a\u00f0 koma \u00far sundi og \u00e1kva\u00f0 a\u00f0 l\u00edta inn. \u00cd eldh\u00fasinu s\u00e1tu Malla systir, Ald\u00eds, elsta d\u00f3ttir m\u00edn, og einhverjar fleiri. Mamma var a\u00f0 bera \u00feeim kaffi. H\u00fan var f\u00f6l \u00ed andliti, \u00f6gn \u00fereytuleg og ekki eins einbeitt og h\u00fan \u00e1tti a\u00f0 s\u00e9r. Aldrei \u00feessu vant \u2013 og alveg \u00f3v\u00e6nt \u2013 kom h\u00fan \u00e1 m\u00f3ti m\u00e9r og t\u00f3k utan um mig \u00fearna \u00ed eldh\u00fasinu. \u00c9g man enn hina miklu hl\u00fdju, sem stafa\u00f0i af mj\u00fakum l\u00edkama hennar. En samt\u00edmis skynja\u00f0i \u00e9g angist og \u00f6rv\u00e6ntingu \u00ed fa\u00f0mlagi konu, sem haf\u00f0i aldrei l\u00e1ti\u00f0 bilbug \u00e1 s\u00e9r finna, aldrei opna\u00f0 sig \u2013 og eiginlega aldrei \u00e1 \u00e6vinni teki\u00f0 utan um mig \u00e1 \u00feennan h\u00e1tt. \u00c1 \u00feessu augnabliki var \u00e9g hin sterka, h\u00fan hin veika \u2013 muna\u00f0ur, sem h\u00fan haf\u00f0i aldrei leyft s\u00e9r \u00e1\u00f0ur. Og \u00fea\u00f0 var svo gott, og \u00e9g var svo hamingjus\u00f6m \u2013 og m\u00e9r \u00fe\u00f3tti svo v\u00e6nt um hana. H\u00e9\u00f0an \u00ed fr\u00e1 mundi \u00e9g annast hana. H\u00fan halla\u00f0i s\u00e9r upp a\u00f0 m\u00e9r og hv\u00edsla\u00f0i: \u201e\u00c9g er alveg a\u00f0 gefast upp, Brynd\u00eds, \u00e9g get ekki meir\u201c. Nokkrum d\u00f6gum s\u00ed\u00f0ar var h\u00fan m\u00e9r gl\u00f6tu\u00f0 a\u00f0 eil\u00edfu. T\u00e6kif\u00e6ri\u00f0 haf\u00f0i runni\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00far greipum.

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Ald\u00eds \u00deorbj\u00f6rg Brynj\u00f3lfsd\u00f3ttir Schram, m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn, hef\u00f0i or\u00f0i\u00f0 hundra\u00f0 \u00e1ra \u00ed dag, 23. mars. \u00deess vegna skrifa \u00e9g eftirfarandi:<\/p>\n

Mamma vann aldrei \u00fati. Mamma sag\u00f0i \u00f3sjaldan: \u00c6, \u00e9g var aldrei miki\u00f0 fyrir b\u00f6rn! Samt eigna\u00f0ist h\u00fan sj\u00f6 krakka og f\u00e9ll aldrei verk \u00far hendi. Sauma\u00f0i \u00e1 okkur, prj\u00f3na\u00f0i \u00e1 okkur, f\u00f3r \u00ed ber \u00e1 hverju \u00e1ri, sulta\u00f0i, t\u00f3k sl\u00e1tur, baka\u00f0i reglulega og elda\u00f0i mat upp \u00far danskri kokkab\u00f3k, sem l\u00e1 alltaf \u00e1 eldh\u00fasbor\u00f0inu. Fiskur alla daga \u2013 \u00fdsa var \u00fea\u00f0, heillin \u2013 \u00fdmist so\u00f0inn e\u00f0a steiktur, salta\u00f0ur e\u00f0a reyktur. Stundum bollur e\u00f0a k\u00e1ssur.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-minningagreinar"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=203"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":597,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203\/revisions\/597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jbh.is\/bs\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}