The Woman Who Jumped Up For Jesse Owens

berlioz1935's avatarBerlioz1935's Blog

‘You could easily take the day off tomorrow,’ Lotte pleaded with Alex as they walked along the flagged “Unter den Linden”. Berliners were proud that their city was hosting the Olympics and they had pulled out all stops to make the games a success. Nazis or no Nazis it would have been the same without them as far as they were concerned.

Lotte wanted to see Jesse Owens run in the 100m sprint final and had hoped Alex, her husband would go with her.

‘Please, come with me Alex,’ she beseeched him.

‘Look at all those people, they have so much fun. We will have so much fun together.’

Alex bought two ice-creams from a seller with a small, mobile stand. The ice cream came in huge shells, made out of wafers, and while handing Lotte her ice-cream he said,

‘You know, I have to go to the office and…

View original post 1,312 more words

SEEN ON TV: THE STORY OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY

Berlin Companion's avatarKREUZBERGED - BERLIN COMPANION

Did you know that the man thanks to whom it was finally possible to put Frederic Bartholdi´s Statue of Liberty on her today´s spot on Liberty Island (former Bedloe´s Island) in New York wasn´t even invited to its unveiling ceremony?

Joseph Pulitzer who ran the “New York World” (an avant-garde of the so called “yellow journalism”) organised a clever campaign that greatly helped collect the financial means necessary to build the pedestal for the statue (the statue itself was a gift from the people of France to the people of the great, democratic America). Although the statue was ready and already shipped over from France, the Americans were still discussing who should pay how much for the symbol of their freedom.

Pulitzer promised to published the name of every person participating in the campaign, no matter how small the donation. As a result, over 120,000 people sent in their money…

View original post 221 more words

In Memory of Charlotte, my Mother

This is a passport photo of my mother Charlotte before she got sick.
This is a passport photo of my mother Charlotte before she got sick. We do not know for sure, but she may have suffered a certain kind of memory loss later on.
A few Years later another Passport-Photo was taken of her.
A few Years later another Passport-Photo was taken of her.

We did fly BRITISH AIRWAYS in 1994. We departed London/Heathrow Airport on Saturday, 19th of November at 12.45 and arrived at Tegel Airport/Berlin less than an hour later.

We moved in with my brother Peter Uwe who lived at the time with our mother in a spacious apartment in Berlin-Charlottenburg. For about ten days we stayed there and of course saw Charlotte every day. Once every day a woman would arrive to see after Charlotte’s personal needs. Peter Uwe was still a teacher and had to leave his mother on her own during the day.

Towards the end of November we left Berlin in a rental car. We had planned on going again to Windischgarsten, Austria, where Peter’s sister Eva lives with her husband Harald.

Our tour down south led us first of all to Wittenberg for a break at lunchtime. There was a Christmas Fair (Weihnachtsmarkt).I remember we were able to buy there delicious freshly baked potato pancakes (Kartoffelpuffer). A bit further on we noticed to our delight at some building our Australian flag! There happened to be an exhibition in that building about Australian  aborigines.

img088

From Wittenberg we went on to Radebeul near Dresden. This is were famous author Karl May had lived. We knew that they had a Karl May Museum in this town. So we went there for a visit. It brought back to me old memories about the noble Winnetou and his friend Old Shatterhand. Soon it was nighttime and we booked into a small hotel at Radebeul.

The following day we spent visiting Dresden. The Frauenkirche was still in ruins. Money was raised for its restoration. This is where I got my Swiss watch. The proceeds of this purchase helped towards the restoration of the church! There was a lovely Weihnachtsmarkt in Dresden too where we bought some food at lunchtime.

img077

img078

img079

img080

Our next overnight stay was in a hotel in Bad Schandau, a pleasant little spa town at the Elbe River near the Czech border. We took a walk through a wooded area and actually reached the Czech border!

I took this picture of Peter and Caroline where it said that this is the Czech border!
I took this picture of Peter and Caroline where it said that this is the Czech border!

Well, we had not planned to take a direct tour to Austria. We first wanted to see on the way a bit of Germany . During the 1990s we did not have mobile phones. I guess we could have stayed in touch with Berlin or sister Eva via a hotel telephone. But we only rang Eva when we reached Trockau in Bavaria. It was 2 pm on the 2nd of December (I made a note of it!)  Peter talked to his sister Eva, wanting to give her an indication when we might arrive at her place. “Did you ring Berlin yet?” she asked. “No, why?” And then Eva said to ring straight away. “Yesterday Uta’s mother has had a stroke and is in hospital!”
(My brother Peter Uwe had been ringing Peter’s sister Ilse who had been ringing her sister Eva.)

We did ring Berlin then of course and said to my brother we would straight away come to Berlin. We reached Berlin late at night. Peter Uwe was waiting for us and went with us to the hospital. My mother did not recover and died during the night from the 21st to the 22nd of December.

On the 13th of January 1995 we were back in Australia. My mother was to be cremated. Only there was a severe backlog at the time. The cremation could only be done well into February. And the funeral service could only be held after the cremation. Well, this was the German way of doing it. It upset me terribly. Yes, this was very difficult for me.

Peter Uwe, my brother, had been living separated from Klaudia, his wife, for some time.  Peter Uwe had a new partner already. Her name is Astrid. At the time Klaudia and Astrid did not like each other, not at all. But over the years this has changed. I think they are at ease with each other now whenever they happen to meet. Peter Uwe and Klaudia have a daughter, Corinna, who was at my mum’s funeral, also Klaudia and of course Peter Uwe. Astrid was not there. Just two more people were there: Our cousin Wolfgang and his wife Gisela.

These are the five people who were at my mum's funeral.
These are the five people who were at my mum’s funeral.
This building is at the entrance to the cemetary (Städtischer Friedhof Schöneberg)
This building is at the entrance to the cemetary (Städtischer Friedhof Schöneberg)

I guess the funeral service would have been held in there. We took the above picture in 2010 when Klaudia had the idea to show us the spot where Mum’s urn is buried anonymously amongst other urns on a beautiful lawn. The following pictures are the ones Peter Uwe sent us from the day of the funeral.

img110

This stone we recognised in 2010 when Klaudia showed us the cemetery. Where these flowers are from the day of the funeral is presumably where Mum's urn was buried.
This stone we recognised in 2010 when Klaudia showed us the cemetery. Where these flowers are from the day of the funeral is presumably where Mum’s urn was buried.
And here is the stone we saw in 2010.
And here is the stone we saw in 2010.

DSCN0554

DSCN0555

A Bit of Trivia

When I published recently a blog about our adventures with the 2CV,  Catterel made the following comment: “I love how certain makes of car can trigger memories – I once had a boyfriend in France, with this kind of 2CV. Canvas seats suspended from metal frames, like beach chairs! But we squeezed half a dozen students into it – don’t ask me how!”

I answered as follows:

“In the sixties we had a Volkswagen Beetle. Our friends, Karl and Marianne, had no car. So we invited them to come with us for an excursion. They had two children, a boy and a girl,, and we had two children the same age (Gaby was in long time hospital care already). Four adults and four children, we all fitted into this small VW. Seatbelts were not compulsory yet at this time. I think the children were between 4 years and 6 years, two girls and two boys. Behind the back seats there was room for two children, right under the back window of the car. I was the only one with a driver’s license at the time. So I was the driver!”

Our Trip around the World in 1990 (continued)

Our 2CV one morning in April 1990 near Ober-Ammergau
Our 2CV one morning in April 1990 near Ober-Ammergau

Today I discovered some more pictures with our 2CV that I had not published yet. This is why I include them in this reblog. We went with the 2CV from Austria to Berlin as I mentioned before. In Berlin we went in it to an outer suburb where cousin Ingrid and her husband Erhard own a little garden plot with a small cottage which they like to stay in during summer. They always love to invite us for a visit when we are in Berlin.

Cousin Ingrid holds onto her bike. The 2CV is already parked behind the gate, Erhard is to the left of the car, I can be seen on the right side.
Cousin Ingrid holds onto her bike. The 2CV is already parked behind the gate, Erhard is to the left of the car, I can be seen on the right side.
Here Caroline is trying out Ingrid's bike/
Here Caroline is trying out Ingrid’s bike/
Doesn't our 2CV look great  surrounded by Ingrid's garden? I think you can see where the side-flap on the side window in the front opens up!
Doesn’t our 2CV look great surrounded by Ingrid’s garden? I think you can see where the side-flap on the side window in the front opens up!

A Reblog from the 5th of February 2014

auntyuta's avatarAuntyUta

In Singapore we went to the Zoological Gardens. Peter and Caroline had breakfast with an Orangutan. In Singapore we went to the Zoological Gardens.
Peter and Caroline had breakfast with an Orangutan.

img013

This is a picture that Caroline took at Sydney Airport before our Departure. This is a picture that Caroline took at Sydney Airport before our Departure.

Gaby had come with David. Also Monika was there to farewell us. This was 24 years ago, meaning that none of Monika’s girls had been born yet, but Monika had  of course already Troy and Ryan. They were ten at the time.

Here, Caroline is in the picture  too, meaning we are to be seen here with all three daughters! Here, Caroline is in the picture too, meaning we are to be seen here with all three daughters!

In  In Singapore we went to this Chapel. In
In Singapore we went to this Chapel.

We also went on a temple tour We also went on a temple tour

Our Hotel had a Swimming Pool at the Top of the building. Our Hotel had a Swimming Pool at the Top of the building.

This was the View from the Top of the Building. This was the View from the Top of the Building.

I enjoyed our Stay in Singapore. I enjoyed our Stay in Singapore.

img019

img026

img028

After Singapore our next destination was Paris. I already mentioned in Part One that we picked up a…

View original post 856 more words

What ?

Lucas is 15 1/2 months
Lucas is 15 1/2 months

I loved this post by Berlioz very much. I could not help myself and include here another picture of little great-grandson Lucas. I took it in that room that used to be Caroline’s room. There are still some toys and books of Caroline’s for Lucas to play with in that room. Lucas was only fifteen and a half months then at the beginning of November. Now he is already nineteen months. How time flies!

berlioz1935's avatarBerlioz1935's Blog

The word “what” has may meanings and can be used in various ways. But I don’t want to write an essay about it  as I’m not  a linguist nor am I a philologist. I want to write about an eighteen months old toddler, our Great-grandson Lucas,  and the way he uses this word and I’m sure he does not know too many meanings of it.

Every time we see him after a short break  we are surprised how he has grown and developed. So. it is no wonder that we gaze at him with curious eyes and wonderment. In earlier days he would hang on to Mum’s or Dad’s neck  and consider for a moment whether he should cry. Over time he has got used to the sight of us very old people (Great-Grandparents)  who stare at him and can’t get enough of him.

Lucas and Grandma Monika Lucas and Grandma Monika

Now he…

View original post 610 more words

Mike Carlton in the Sydney Morning Herald on Tony Abbott

‘Any government which makes it harder to manufacture cars is making it harder for us to continue to be a first world economy because without cars, without steel, without aluminium, without cement, we don’t have these manufacturers in Australia, we are not really a sophisticated economy any more.”

These thoughtful words, taken from the Liberal Party website, were uttered by none other than Tony Abbott after one of his fancy dress tours of the Ford production line at Geelong in 2011.

My, how things change. In his few short months in government, Abbott has seen off the entire Australian car making industry, with the loss of who knows how many tens of thousands of jobs and an even chance of plunging Victoria and South Australia into at least a local recession. There goes his sophisticated economy. It’s a unique achievement, unmatched by any incoming government.

Advertisement

Given that the usual claque of chattering economists is now saying that this was inevitable – they’d all foreseen it years ago, etc, and no bad thing, blah blah – you’d think this is something Abbott might have touched on during the election campaign. But no, not a hint. You might also think that he and his Industry Minister, Ian ”Chainsaw” Macfarlane, would have had some policy or plan in place for dealing with this tectonic shift.

No to that, too. They haven’t a clue. As so often happens, the best the Prime Minister could do was to heap platitude upon banality. The Toyota workers would go ”from good jobs to better jobs”, he intoned glibly, as if that would fix everything. Chainsaw blathered on about creating ”a framework”.

When in doubt, blame the trade unions. This is a habit so deeply ingrained in the Liberal DNA that facts are irrelevant. Abbott first tried it on after the troubles at SPC Ardmona, making such extravagant claims about the supposedly feather bed working conditions at its factory in Shepparton that the local MP, Sharman Stone, one of his own backbenchers, publicly called him a liar. You don’t see that happen a lot with prime ministers.

But with that Bourbon talent he has for learning nothing and forgetting nothing, Abbott was at it again when Toyota pulled the pin. Union intransigence had driven the company to the wall, a refrain taken up by Joe Hockey, who claimed Toyota executives had privately told him that very thing last year. That, too, fell in a heap when the company issued a statement to say that: ”Toyota Australia has never blamed the union for its decision to close its manufacturing operations by the end of 2017, neither publicly or in private discussions with any stakeholders.” Oops.

Ah, but the age of entitlement is over, we’re told. Unless you happen to be a needy football club, that is. During the election campaign, Abbott promised $5 million to the Brisbane Broncos – owned by Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp, no less – to ”kick-start the revitalisation” of their ”sporting precinct at Red Hill”. The Manly Sea Eagles were offered $10 million to renovate Brookvale Oval, which just happens to be in Abbott’s electorate of Warringah and where he’s the number one ticket holder. We shall see if those juicy bits of pork-barrelling make it through the coming federal budget.

 

There are few sights more ridiculous than a media pack howling in a hot but futile pursuit of a reluctant celebrity.

So it was with the release of Wotzername from Bali’s Kerobokan prison on Monday. Chaotic scenes! Grunting and shouting, heaving and pushing, sweaty and dishevelled, Australia’s finest hacks – trained to the peak of ruthless efficiency – battled to bring us their fascinating pictures and reports of a fleeing tartan hat.

The wonderful thing about a media scrum, as these things are invariably called, is that the participants each and individually pretend, po-faced, that it’s nothing to do with them. They remain aloof from the vulgar fray. It’s their rivals and competitors battling in the gutter. But all in vain. To the fury of the pack, the tartan hat was spirited away in a motorcade thoughtfully provided by Channel Seven’s Sunday Night program. Why, the grand old man of TV journalism, Mike Willesee himself, had been glimpsed chomping on a fat Cohiba in the back of one of the speeding limos.

Deprived of their prey by this piece of treacherous one-upmanship, the scrum immediately began speculating on what enormous sum Seven had forked out to snare the interview. The biggest guess I saw was $3 million, a towering absurdity. My sources at Seven assure me it was ”well, well south” of $1 million.

As ancient tradition dictates, the losers then put up a self-righteous fuss about the wickedness of cheque-book journalism. As I write, I understand they are now doing their best to torpedo the whole show by convincing the Indonesian authorities that an interview would be a shocking breach of the tartan hat’s parole conditions.

Then there’s the small matter of whether the hat’s owner should be permitted to profit from the proceeds of crime. There is a law against this but, happily for the public interest, we have in Attorney-General George ” Soapy” Brandis the nation’s great champion of free speech. We can be sure that Soapy and his newly appointed Freedom Commissioner, Tim Wilson, will be stout in their defence of Wotzername’s right to tell all.

For me, the most enjoyable thing was hearing the hacks bulldozing their way through the pronunciation of Indonesian place names.

I flicked around the radio and TV dials. No one came within a bull’s roar of getting Kerobokan right, let alone the Balinese capital, Denpasar, or the resort precinct of Seminyak. For the record, it’s not Ker-Robber-kan. It’s Kra-BOKE-un, a light accent on the second syllable, as it generally is with Bahasa Indonesia. D’n-PAHS-ar, not DEN-pasar. I don’t expect the commercial lot to get it right but you’d think the ABC might give it a go.

Nitpicking, perhaps. Yet the same reporters are aware they’d be laughed off the air if they pronounced, say, Illinois or Arkansas or Connecticut phonetically. Because it’s only Indonesia, developing nation and all that, near enough is good enough. We Australians are hopelessly bad at our neighbours’ languages.

smhcarlton@gmail.com

Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/comment/tony-abbott-opposition-leader-bites-tony-abbott-pm-20140214-32r1i.html#ixzz2tL36vBjt

Lightning visit from Mildura

Bryan Hemming's avatarBryan Hemming

DSCN7180 Castilnovo Tower – Conil beach
For more photos of Conil click photo

A copy of The Dura arrived at our home the other day. Not an unusual occurrence in Mildura, I expect. But the homely-sounding town that bears a name conjuring up an image of a loveable old lady in a hand-knitted cardigan, sipping tea from a china cup, is on the other side of the world from here.

Mildura lies on the banks of the Murray River in Australia’s state of Victoria, which, apart from being the name of an overrated sponge cake, really was at least one overbearing old lady’s name. And still is. Despite her passing. Though she wasn’t quite so loveable according to some accounts. Not as loveable as Mildura, that is. Though I don’t know how loveable Mildura is. Or is not. Having never visited.

Not that old ladies are born old, even though it does…

View original post 1,077 more words

Our Visit to England in 1994

Margot sent us this photo.
Margot sent us this photo.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Bradgate Park is a public park in Charnwood Forest, in LeicestershireEngland, just northwest of Leicester. It covers 850 acres (3 km²). The park lies between the villages of Newtown LinfordAnsteyCropstonWoodhouse Eaves and Swithland. The River Lin runs through the park, flowing intoCropston Reservoir which was constructed on part of the park. To the north-east lies Swithland Wood. The park’s two well known landmarks, Old John and the war memorial, both lie close to the 200m contour.

This is what Peter’s cousin Margot wrote at the back of the photo she sent us:

img073

We had a lovely day with cousin Margot at Bradgate Park. Margot and her husband Richard also went with us to Leicester.

Here we are in Leicester with Richard. Margot took the picture.
Here we are in Leicester with Richard. Margot took the picture.

img071

And here now are some more pictures from Bradgate Park, all taken on the 16th of November 1994.

img069

img074

img070

And here we are with Margot.
And here we are with Margot.