Most Recent - Next - Previous - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Topics - Jazclass Links Wednesday February 6, 2008 (bio, war, concentration camp, mother, Dutch attitude)
One morning, standing in formation at roll call, the Camp Commander shouted
"Arts Department, one step forward !".
No one understood what he meant and nothing happened. He shouted again
"Arts Department, Furstner, one step forward !". Surprised my mother stepped forward. The Camp Commander would collect the finished dolls and sell them to Art shops in nearby towns. I don't believe my mother ever received any money in return, but she was treated very well and could do what she loved doing until the day she was released. Back home she continued making her hessian figurines, displayed stuck on a vertical wire fixed to a small wooden base. They were absolutely wonderful and often displayed at our art exhibitions once my father had returned from prison 18 months later. Before I move on I must firmly state that none of my friends, in School, High school or University, ever reproached me or my parents about those days. They never even raised the subject. My parents became in fact much loved and highly respected by all my friends who visited us. At parties at our house (during my Uni days) they often engaged in long philosophical discussions with them and envied me greatly for having such open minded, modern, forward looking parents. I was always very proud of that.
Amongst the outer reaches of my acquaintances and beyond however there was
often gossip behind our backs and even the odd name calling. The stigma,
unbelievably, still continues even these days, 60 years on.
2002 : by that time my parents are respectively 20 and 12 years dead. And
when the War ended my sister Wivica had just celebrated her 5th birthday.
What could she have known or understood about those days ? Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Topics - Jazclass Links Thursday February 7, 2008 (diary, Artillery, Wivica, Villeneuves)
Later I receive an email from my sister Wivica in Germany. Sabrina Fox (a member of the '20th Century Fox' Movie Empire family) has asked her to illustrate her second esoteric book (in colour) with a series of paintings. They have co-operated previously on Sabrina's first book, which sold out very quickly. At 11.30 AM I see my GP, Dr. Jennifer Cooke. My blood sample results are back and they are all "fantastic" Jenny tells me. She gives me my usual prescription for the next six months, blood pressure and cholesterol. My father died instantly of a stroke at age 74. I am only 3 years away from that age and Jenny does not want the same thing to happen to me. Neither do I of course, at least not yet. It is a swift and painless way to go but I hope to stick around a bit longer, especially now I am writing all this blog stuff.
I go on to my brother's home (Claus) near Nambour, but he is not home.
I wait a while and take some pictures of his latest work, carved sculptures,
displayed in the garden. It is very peaceful here. He does not show up and
is probably in Brisbane today. I will try again sometime next week.
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Wivica emails me that she has received her brand new metallic blue Honda Jazz today, and is very happy with it. Her old car has gone into storage until I arrive. Rather than paying lots of money for a hire car when I am in Germany for 3½ months this year, I decided to buy Wivica this new one. But she will keep her 12+ years old car (a Honda station wagon), so that we have two cars during my stay there.
Later today I have lunch at the Surf Club, then collect a 6 months supply of pills from the Chemist to cover my overseas trip. Doug takes me out to dinner at Lefty's in the evening. The food is good as always and all diners there enjoy themselves in the wonderfully relaxed environment. Brian ("Lefty") himself arrives late at the scene around 8 PM, while his excellent waitresses have managed without him. But his presence immediately adds an extra dimension to the great atmosphere of the place. Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Topics - Jazclass Links Saturday February 9, 2008 (bio, Madrid, conference, lecture, Goya)
One thing Marc Villeneuve and I on Thursday agreed on was
the high quality of the instructors in the Army. These were mostly
Wachtmeesters (Artillery Sergeants) and Opperwachtmeesters (Artillery
Sergeant Majors), who had been trained in teaching and instructing
techniques. They were absolutely superb. I have clocked up about 15 years of
study at various Tertiary Institutions, but I can not recall a professor or
lecturer that ever did come close to the performances of those noncoms in
the Army.
International Conference on Engineering Geology in
Madrid, Summer of 1978
Over 260 delegates had written papers for the event including myself. My
article was on the Bougainville Copper Mine where I worked at the
time. It was a huge open pit copper/gold mine located at Panguna in
the mountains of Bougainville Island, Papua New Guinea.
So by the Wednesday I had thought through what I was going to say and decided on 8 slides which would visually support my thesis. This would work out at about 25 seconds per slide, enough time for the audience to have a good look and absorb its message. In the evening I did some trial runs in my hotel room, timing myself with a watch. Fairly quickly I found the correct reasoning path to get my story through in just 5 minutes. After that it was a matter of looking at each sentence in turn, cut out the garbage and make it fluent and compact. Done. I did not write anything down, but repeated the performance 2 or 3 times to become comfortable with it and focus on a few keywords with which I started certain sentences.
On Thursday morning I was sitting in the audience nervously waiting my turn.
I had given my slides to the projectionist and showed him the correct
sequence. The floor manager had asked me to use simple language as all
presentations were simultaneously translated into Spanish, French and
German. I would speak in English myself. I started to speak and at once there were only me, the screen and the buzzer. Nothing else did exist. I told my story, I finished it and then the bell rang. For a second it was dead silent, then shouting, stamping, applause, a standing ovation followed. People were rushing from everywhere up to the stage surrounding me as I stepped down, shaking my hand, clapping my shoulder. The Dutch delegation immediately invited me to give presentations at their two world famous relevant Universities, Delft in civil engineering, and Enschede in applied geology. I agreed and visited both of them in due course.
The next morning I joined a Professor from California at a table for
breakfast in the hotel. "Congratulations Mr. Furstner" he said. "There were
a few delegates at this Conference who had something of value to say, but
you were the only one who managed to do that within the allotted time."
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On my way down there I make a brief stop in Woombye (halfway between Palmwoods and Nambour). Woombye is a lovely sleepy little village with a nice Pub and old fashioned Railway station. Right at the turnoff from the Highway is a small restaurant The French Room (tel.07 5442 1511). I have driven past it numerous times but never checked it out before. It is closed but the Menu is displayed at the front door and looks good. Rather more expensive (I estimate $150+ for a dinner for two) than the usual places we go to, but worth a try. An ex chef who is dropping off some stuff as I stand there tells me this is the place where all chefs in the region go to when they go out for dinner. So I have started saving.
The Sunday market is on the bank of a branch of the Maroochy River and
still in full swing when I arrive there. There is the usual variety of
stalls selling fruit, veggies, plants, curiosa, 2nd hand stuff and
handcraft. Unlike the markets in Darwin which are dominated by the
most wonderful eateries (a feast for the eye, nose and stomach), here
there are only one or two stalls selling food and drinks. But it has a good
village type atmosphere and is obviously a regular weekly entertainment for
many of the locals.
After walking around a bit I spot Claus and his
partner Pat at their stall in one of the lanes. It is quite a big one
with some of Claus' sculptures on display but mostly bric a brac, cheap
jewelry and curiosa spread out over several tables. They often go to
auctions where they buy this stuff and then sell it on at the market. A
hobby they share and enjoy very much. I greet them and Pat discretely moves
away, so Claus and I can talk. We agree to burry the hatchet and exchange
some of our family news. The conversation is somewhat strained, but at least
we are talking again. He promises to look around his house for
family photos etc. and suggests I come around later in the week to check them
out. I say goodbye and leave. So far so good.
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