Most Recent - Next - Previous - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Saturday January 26, 2008 (diary, bio, war, peace, cricket, tennis) It is Australia Day today. As I drive to the coast I pass several cars with Australian flags stuck on roofs, bonnets, windows. On the streets in Mooloolaba too many wear something with green and or yellow : T shirt, hat, scarf, (Polynsian) lei. Some are wrapped in full size Australian flags, or have them tied as capes around their shoulders. It very much reminds me of our Queens Birthday celebrations back in Holland just after World War 2. Us school children would march to the Village Council House in the morning, waving orange or red-white-blue flags, and wearing cockades, girls ribbons in their hair. Once there the two local primary schools united (Christian and Public) would sing the National Anthem and other Dutch songs to the Lord Mayor, who, standing on the first floor balcony with his wife, acted as the Queen's representative. In the Surf Club too all bar staff and many of the visitors are wearing celebratory items and green and yellow balloons are hanging everywhere. The place is quite full, but I find a chair on the front deck facing the two main TV screens. Both the Woman's Australian Open Tennis Final in Melbourne, and the 4th cricket test against India in Adelaide are in progress. I watch Matthew Hayden make his 30th test century (103), and the Russian Maria Sharapova win convincingly her 3rd Grand Slam title. Ana Ivanovic from Serbia is a gallant opponent but today not able to stem the relentless fury of Sharapova. Initially I am heartened by the exuberant display of Australian Nationalism, but driving home I become increasingly doubtful. Do these feelings really reflect the Australian psyche, or are they only a thin veneer, just another occasion, like St. Patrick and the Melbourne Cup, to have a good time and let your hair down ?
War is a terrible thing. But it is only when you have been through a
war and occupation that you truly can understand what a wonderful and precious
gift it is to live in peace in a united free and independent
nation.
The Australian soldiers, from Gallipoli to Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq,
renown for their intelligence, skill and unrelenting bravery, they know it
too. But what about those left behind at home, the rest of the Nation ?
Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Sunday January 27, 2008 (diary, party, food, music)
It is a sunny afternoon with some
slight noticeable humidity when gradually the guests arrive. They fit in
wonderfully, as like the furniture, decorations, and numerous curiosa
scattered around the place, they too have come, collectively, from
all over the world. So there is great harmony, which immediately converts
them from guests into members of the family who arrive home and belong here. Initially
everybody spreads out in small groups at various locations, so that one not
realises there is a party going on. But as the wonderful smell of curries
starts to waft through the air, everybody gravitates to the dining table into
one group. Gradually the party dies down, instruments are packed
away, everyone is transformed back into being a departing visiting guest.
ThreePonds too dims its lights and eventually goes to sleep.
Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Monday January 28, 2008 (bio, life in Assen, antiques)
Antiques hunt 2 continues from January 25 (Assen '64-'65) The next day I return to his Pub and he proudly leads me to his shed. There on his work bench, would you believe, lie not one but two genuine milk yokes. The one he had thought of the day before has a pair of the most beautiful hand beaten metal chains, but the wooden yoke itself is badly damaged and eaten away by wood worm. He therefore scouted further around until he found the second yoke, its chains not as good, but its wooden yoke in excellent condition. We take the chains from the damaged yoke and fix them onto the other one, and after an exchange of a mere 5 Guilders the yoke is mine. As is tradition with Jan we proceed to the bar and convert the handed over money into beers, a much more agreeable commodity. Back home I work on the yoke all evening. I clean the rust and dirt off the chains with a steel brush until they are smooth, silvery and shiny. I sand paper the surface of the wooden yoke, fill a few wood worm holes with candle wax, then stain the yoke dark brown and polish it with furniture wax until its shine matches the chains. It is absolutely beautiful. A year or so later it arrives with our other belongings in Australia, and travels with us wherever we go. Right now it is on Kangaroo Island, where Antien is the custodian looking after it until eventually it will pass on to one of our children.
I have asked my son Jeroen who was with his mother this weekend to
take photos of both the milk yoke and the sit bath. (The yoke is shown above. The sit bath needs some TLC and fresh paint before it will be shown here.)
Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Tuesday January 29, 2008 (bio, life in Assen, antiques)
So one Saturday morning we set of in our beetle
Volkswagen on the road to Groningen, then West towards Leeuwarden. Just
after the border with Friesland we turn right into farm country. We
travel all around the place, visiting several farm houses along the way.
We gave the lamp as a Christmas present to my parents. It
hang for many years in their lounge above a cows' drinking trough, hand
carved from a solid sandstone rock, which van der Mei, our farmer
neighbour across the road from Martinshof (Gorssel), had let me take
from his meadow. I filled the rectangular 4 ft by 1 ft trough with water and
gold fish and also
installed a small fountain pump in it. It made a lovely arrangement in the
room. Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Wednesday January 30, 2008 (bio, Dutch Army, Intelligence S2 in Assen)
My ARMY days
3 continues from January 22 In due course I am transferred to the Intelligence section and after a brief period become the S2 in charge of Security and Intelligence for the Afdeling. In peace time this is a lot less exiting than it sounds. Apart from compiling data from various sources during field exercises for defining appropriate shooting targets for the batteries, it is a rather administrative job. Looking after politically "suspect" soldiers who have in the past read a Communist pamphlet or two, and are now barred from promotion, unless screened by me and approved by Headquarters in Den Haag. Generally this can be done and I am successful in several cases. I am also in charge of
all maps used by the Afdeling. These are thousands of NATO classified maps
(held in several boxes under lock and key) in case of war, but also the
regular stock used during exercises in the field. The Dutch Army has a firm
policy : maps are never ever lost!. But as it are really great maps
it is no surprise that they do get "lost" amongst various interested
personnel. Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Jazclass Links Thursday January 31, 2008 (diary, music, bio, Martinshof Director, my father) While at the Sunshine Coast (SE Queensland) each year around January I do the usual health checks for both myself and the car. Had my teeth cleaned by the Hygienist yesterday, blood samples taken today for the GP to check out next week. My car (Mercedes Vito) has also been serviced, a few parts replaced and is booked in for two new tyres and wheel alignment tomorrow. Once that is completed I am OK for another 6 months I hope. At the Surf Club this afternoon Del joins me at my table. She is a lovely old dear, well into her 90s, but still as lively and alert as a young girl. She is like me into music, still plays the piano and as we speak she continuously moves her fingers on the table as if playing. She shows me some music of oldies she plays at present, "Red Roses for a Blue Lady", but also the "Yellow Submarine". We have a pleasant chat. She can't go home at present, "Can't stand that noise of those lawn mowers". Her neighbour obviously. I am happy the way this Blog is developing. I have the format just about right now I feel. I will mix it up, make Diary entries when something noteworthy is happening, write Travel logs when on the move, and include autobiographical material or ideas and thoughts that come to mind on other days. I have also started today a Topics Index to keep track of the various subjects I have written about.
One of the reasons I write this Blog is so that my children know who their
father is, what he thinks, his experiences in the past, and where the hell
he is as he travels around. I talk frequently with my children and
we know each other well, but this Blog will complement and expand on that.
(I must acknowledge that, to some extent, I am to blame here. My father regularly wrote long letters to us, always replied to by Antien, my wife at the time. Right from the very beginning she and my Dad got on extremely well with each other and kept a regular letter exchange going, I believe until the day he died.
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