Football on the telly this evening and just before the match starts Joris asked if I ever played football myself. So here’s the story of that one time I played in an official football game for Pijnacker, the place where I lived at the time.
250 Years later …
My great great grandfather was a poet and writer in The Netherlands during the World Lock Down of 2020 and 2021 when the Great Corona Pandemic took place. He wrote poetry in Dutch and English and stories about his life when he was a bit older, here’s a picture of him in his fourties.
The entire world wrote history too in those days of The World Lockdown when they were ordered to stay indoors for nearly two years and stay well clear of each other in public places in every country in the world and face masks were compulsory. In those days the global Corona crisis took more than two million and people all over the world were mourning their beloved family members that died because of this highly contagious virus that originated from China. More than 100 million people became ill by the Covid-19 virus.
Two years ago I was having anxiety attacks at the mere thought of having to go to the swimming pool in my little Microcar along busy roads in this city where they drive like mad men. So rather than driving that short distance in 20 minutes I took the bus which took me 1.5 hours to and 1.5 hours traveling back.
I remember it so well, it was the first song that played on that old tube radio I got from a friend when I was 12 years old. You never forget these things, how can you ever forget something like that?
When I first heard of him I was living in England at the time. I was going through a difficult time, discovering who I really was, experiencing new friendships in a totally different environment compared to where I grew up. It is important I tell you about the setting as you will understand how much this meant for me.
Breakfast in Meijepolder Castle is always fun. Cheerful and happy children making their lunch singing getting ready for school. They always close doors real quietly and I get hugs and kisses when they leave for school. Never ever do I have to tell them to hurry up and they never forget to clean the crumbs from the table or bring their plate and knifes and cups back to the kitchen. Everyone should wish they have such examples of fine children in their house that’s how well behaved they are. It was a pleasure again this morning I am telling you. It has made my day already.
It’s a mystery, nobody knows how this shattered rubber ball ended up in our house after the burglar alarm went off twice this morning. Weird, strange, almost … supernatural.
And then there’s this thing about the colour: it is supposed to be transparent blue. But -except for one- all pieces that broke off are colourless!
WWI 1914 – 1918. 100 years ago.
265248 Private Robert John Smith of the 9th Battalion, Norfolk Regiment, died in Flanders fields, 21/03/1918, Born in Mattishall, Norfolk. Enlisted in Norwich, Norfolk. Gerry Francis’ Granddad. Great Granddad of Annette and Chris and Malcolm. He and so many others gave their lives for us. We will never forget.
100 Years ago there was no reason
For killing 100 Soldiers on a day or more
100 Years today
There are 100 reasons
That we’ve learned from 100 Years before
To live another 100 years again
Without a war