The Sols Hole

The Sols Hole, that would be the accurate translation of the Dutch name Het Solsche Gat.

It is near the place where my late grandmother lived, Garderen in the middle of the forests in Swampyland. Remember I told you about roasting Chestnuts at her place?

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My favourite subject

I can’t help myself but other than most people my favourite subject is Autumn, specifically Autumn in England. I have no logical explanation for this, maybe it has something to do with a how I felt decades ago living in Old Hall in England. Then again, Autumn in this place is equally wonderful and happy.

A few years ago I wrote this poem, Why I love those places. It may also be connected to this feeling of excitement, a gut feeling so to speak as it was then and it is like that again my current mood and I like it. Thinking back after nearly thirty years of those times I was young and free doesn’t make me sad, they are very strong and happy memories.

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Stuck

When I was seven I wanted to use one of the pans from the kitchen as a helmet to play soldiers outside but accidentally I got my head stuck in it as it went over my ears.

I can still remember the voices of adults sounded so weird from within that pan as they discussed how to solve this problem together in the kitchen with me sitting on the table.

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Breakfast in the Castle

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.

Mystery

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. All windows are still intact, yet this ball is lying in front of one. On the inside.

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!

Hearing Aids

You can hardly see them, these little things behind my ears. This week I got hearing aids. For years now I have been experiencing hearing loss and I kept asking others -mostly my wife- to repeat what they were saying to me as I couldn’t understand it straight away.

People have been trying to reach me in numerous ways over the last ten years, talking slowly, loud, slowly and loud, spelling it out, getting irritated with me or becoming angry with me because I could not confirm what was said.

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Go (Roller) Blind!

Last night I wanted to close the roller blinds in our bed room a little bit more but it didn’t lock and went straight to the top where I could only just reach it on my tip toes. Butt naked.

Well, I had to decide in a split second whether to grab above or below and I chose the thingy on the blinds. And then I noticed a neighbour walking his dog in the street.

Not the first time I was in an embarrassing situation (Yawn).

The Railway Station

This picture is taken from platform 1 at the Railway Station last night. I went to school here in Amersfoort, the place where I live now. When I was a boy those fences on the right in the picture weren’t there and neither weren’t there any buildings. Just flat grass land and if you would look left from this spot you would see the warehouses and loading docks for Van Gend & Loos, a Dutch transport company.

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Poor

I am not a Roman Catholic myself but I do respect their ways of experiencing their belief and this is why I wear this medal of Saint Francis. On the back it says “Pray for us”, Saint Francis is the Patron Saint for the poor.

This little medal reminds me to pray for them every now and then. I was poor once and living on the streets. That was a long time ago but I have not forgotten the kindness received from people, a meal, a sandwich and occasionally a drink. Very rarely I was offered a bed and shower and once a few quit to spend on clothing at the Salvation Army shop.

Do not forget the poor, do not forget them in your prayers, God bless you.

Schön ist die Welt

On a perfect early Sunday evening where earlier my family was gathered in the house for a meal now scattered over four floors and Doris Day is singing with the most wonderful angelic voice ever heard on earth in perfect German Schön ist die Welt I am now sinking back in my armchair to reminisce about that same feeling years ago in another time and place so far away and yet I am in another castle of my own but for me it doesn’t matter as I am perfectly content and the world is in fact a beautiful place and I can close my eyes.