Passed away 10 January 2014

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L, our 82 year old neighbour passed away last Friday and today, Thursday, was the Funeral Service. L had been born in Hungary in 1931. He fled Hungary after the uprising in 1956 and arrived in Australia in 1957. Four years later his wife followed him to Australia. They have two sons and four grandchildren. They also have a great number of friends, quite a few of Hungarian descent. Today more than a hundred people were gathered for L’s funeral service.

ORDER OF SERVICE

Prelude Music: Moonlight Serenade – Glen Miller

Welcome by the Celebrant

“Do not stand at my Grave and Weep” a poem read by L’s  eldest grand-daughter, who was quite weepy

Memories, told by L’s elder son, some of them were quite humorous

L’s Life in Pictures with Music: The Wind beneath my Wings – Bette Midler

Floral Tributes by the Family Members to say good-bye

THE LORD’S PRAYER, said by the whole congregation

FAREWELL, the coffin disappears behind a curtain

POEM: Miss me but let me go, said by the Celebrant

CLOSING MUSIC: A Hungarian Piece of Music

When the Prelude Music was played, the immediate family of L came along the aisle to take their seats in the front. The wife of L is a dear friend of mine. She was escorted  by her two very tall sons as she came in. The Moonlight Serenade sounded so beautiful. Seeing my friend in the midst of her sons, looking  very small beside her sons, I felt very teary. I imagined what pain she must feel.

The beauty of the music I think contributed to the feeling of sadness. However, at an occasion like this it is quite all right to feel great sadness. As it said later on in the poem: Miss me but let me go!

Peter asked me later on, whether I would like to have a funeral service at the Catholic Church. I thought about it and came to the conclusion, that a service similar to the one L had would really be perfectly all right for me. I have only one close Catholic friend I can think of, who would come to my funeral. Everybody else who would come is not Catholic. I am the only one in my family who is a Catholic! So what is the point in me having a Catholic Service? It does not make much sense, does it? I have never seen this as clearly as today.

In Memory of a Funeral Mass, January 2013

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I wrote this on the 16th of January 2013:

This is about an elderly couple, both born in 1933, just a few months older than Peter is and I am. We’ve known them for ages. When we moved, we lost touch with them. Then we found out they had moved too. It turned out they lived not far from where we lived. What a surprise this was! They had moved into a very beautiful new home in a village for the elderly. From then on we started seeing each other about once a month for coffee and cake and a few games of Rummy. They always enjoyed playing this game with us. We had some good times together. Both of them suffered some ill-health; we thought the husband more so than the wife. We couldn’t see them for quite some time because the husband apparently was in a bad way, so the wife said on the phone not to come and visit. I ask myself now, should we perhaps have made an effort to see them anyway? Instead, I always waited for them to tell us when we could see them again. I wrote them a Christmas card. They knew that we had gone overseas for a while and that one of our daughters had died shortly before we left. So I wrote in the card a bit about our overseas trip and that we were now back home again. When we didn’t hear from them, I should have made a phone-call finding out how they were. But I didn’t ring. Why do I tend to put off phone-calls like this?

Then, yesterday, we got a phone-call from one of their sons. “Mum died last Friday,” he said. I thought I hadn’t heard right. “Did you say your Mum died?” I asked. He confirmed it and explained the funeral service would be on Friday at 11 o’clock at the Catholic Church in Dapto with the funeral procession going to the Memorial Park in Dapto after the service. And he said all the details were in the Illawarra Mercury if we wanted to have a look. “How’s your Dad?” I asked. His response was that he’s very shocked. But the family is with him. They are of Dutch origin and have a large family in Australia and overseas.

On the 21st of January 2013 I wrote the following in response to a comment from Noeleen:

Thanks, Noeleen, for commenting. We went to the funeral on Friday. This was am extremely hot day, 45 Degrees in the early afternoon! Still, a lot of people had come to the funeral. A lady, who used to be their neighbour and who’s well into her eighties now, had come too. She used to be a good friend of ours too. But we hadn’t seen her in more than twenty years! She talked to us after she had talked to the grieving husband. It was as though we had only seen her yesterday. Then we talked to the husband for a bit too. One of their sons, who is our son’s age, came over to us for a little bit. He explained that his mum had been left for the past three years with one rather sick lung. There’s a big name for this sickness which I can’t remember. This was before the church service, which was a Catholic Mass. One section of the church was packed full.
In the afternoon of that Friday Peter and I went to Wollongong for a scheduled Body Cooperative meeting. Nearly all the home owner residents turned up for the meeting despite the heat. Since Saturday the temperature is back in the twenties.
Peter and I had a very quiet weekend. From next Thursday on we’re going to be very busy again. Peter’s older sister, who lives in Austria, is back in hospital again. It looks like she’s not going to make it much longer. I think the family is prepared for this.

Peter made the following comment to this:

It looks we had a bad trot with funerals lately. But at our age we have to expect that. The previous generation is gone and now it is us, our friends and so on.

My sister is in a bad shape, but she is still smiling and she thinks the medical profession is crazy to want to prolong her life. In fact they have with great skill since the mid-seventies. But now, she has enough.

I said to this that Peter’s sister is a courageous woman. Now, one year later, she is still struggling on and living at home. From time to time she has to stay in hospital for some treatment. In the meantime her husband has had a heart attack. He recovered and claims that he isn’t very sick, still being able to do everything as before. She turns 82 this year and he is 78. She has been fighting cancer since she was in her forties.

A Morning at the Pool

And, please read today’s (13th Jan. 2014) update:

Yesterday, on Sunday, I went to the pool instead of going to church. It was another beautiful morning at the pool: Pleasantly warm, no wind. Just perfect for a relaxing swim. Peter declined to come to the pool with me. It was his old excuse about the pool water being much too cold for him! But later on he was waiting outside the swimming centre to walk home with me, which I enjoyed.

Having just reblogged last years pictures of Dapto swimming pool area I noticed with the pictures are some pictures of the Gala Cinema included. This reminds me, that on Saturday (two days ago) we went to see THE BOOK THIEF at the Gala. It was an afternoon session and this time there were quite a few people in the cinema to watch this excellent movie.

But back now to my attempts at keeping up a little bit of swimming. Over the Christmas period when we had family staying with us, I had several times the chance to go for a swim. With Martin and S we went to Wollongong Olympic outdoor pool on a warm morning when even Peter dared to have a dip in the water. The following day Martin and S walked to Dapto pool for a swim early in the morning. I opted out to go with them. I felt I needed a bit of a rest before all the Christmas celebrations would start.

On Christmas Day Matthew drove us to Port Kembla Pool. It was a shockingly cold morning and of course Peter just watched Matthew, Caroline and myself having a good swim. Peter joining us on such a very cold morning was out of the question. And I must say, the sea-water in the pool felt indeed very, very cold. I think Matthew and Caroline went to Port Kembla Pool again the following day, however this time without me. I did not fancy the strong cold wind at Port Kembla.

It’s now several weeks since Christmas, and I finally made it for a swim in the New Year at Dapto Swimming Pool. It is predicted that we are going to be into an extreme heatwave by the middle of this week. The middle of this week (Thursday) we’ll be going to another funeral same as around this time last year when we had a couple of days with temperatures of more than 45 C.

We are distressed that our very fit and healthy 82 year old neighbour all of a sudden died of a massive heart attack. Well, one never knows for whom the bell tolls.

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I saw the doctor today. He let me off lightly: He said the blood-tests are okay but when he took my blood pressure it was a bit too high again. He gave me some more time to get my blood pressure down. If it doesn’t improve, he wants to prescribe medication. He was happy that there’s no more swelling and no more pain. Ah, and he said to go easy on salt in my diet and to walk frequently. So far so good. Actually, I can give myself a pat on the shoulder today because this afternoon I actually did go for a walk. I bet the doctor would be pleased about this!

A few weeks ago I walked to the pool early in the morning. Strolling along the way I took some pictures of some flowers in the gardens in front of people’s houses. I always enjoy looking at…

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The Hannemann Family at Christmas 2013

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By the time this great family picture was taken little Lucas was already asleep on his Mum’s lap. Lucas is the youngest in the family. It was great seeing him for the Christmas celebrations on Christmas Eve. It is our custom to give presents on Christmas Eve.

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Today we were able to talk to Gertrude on Skype. We promised to email her the above pictures.

Seeing “The Railway Man” at the DENDY on Sunday, 5th Jan.2014

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Yesterday, Peter and I  went to see the ‘The Railwnay Man‘ at the Dendy Cinemas at the Quay, Sydney Harbour.

This movie is based on the best selling book by Eric Lomax. Colin Firth plays the older Eric Lomax and Jeremy Irvine is in the role of the young one who got captured by the Japanese in Singapore in 1942 and sent with his mates to the notorious ‘Death Railway’ in Thailand.

Patti Lomax (Nicole Kidman) turns out to be a wonderfully supportive wife of the older Eric.  Eric, as a 21 year old, is a British Signals Engineer and railway enthusiast. And of course he is in the British Army. The film depicts the sufferings that war veterans undergo even decades after the events. The sufferings occur on both sides, the oppressed as well as the oppressors. It shows the absolute trauma that wars can inflict on the participants. It also shows how sufferings can be abbreviated by enemies becoming friends.

This movie was psychologically quite challenging. The torture scenes were immensely distressing, however necessary to understand the full impact of the sufferings these people had to go through; and not just in a physical but all over in a psychological sense as well.

The acting all around was truly first class. Jonathan Teplitzky created a very powerful film with ‘The Railway Man’ with an elite cast. And it is based on a true story!

The DENDY CINEMAS are going to show soon ‘The Book Thief’. This movie we definitely want to see as well. This is another story going back some seventy years.

It was great to be out in Sydney yesterday on a beautiful warm summer’s day. Since it was Sunday, I went to the 7,30 am Mass. The Epiphany was celebrated a day early. Peter picked me up after Mass, and we went to do half an hour’s shopping. We picked up a lot of bananas and some stone fruit among a few other things. At 10,29 we caught the train to Sydney. The movie started at 2 pm. That gave us a bit of time to enjoy the wonderful summer Sunday around Sydney harbour. Peter took a lot of pictures and I took only a few. Here now are some of the pictures.

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Shellharbour Swimming Pool, September 2013

RIMG0458About three months ago we stopped at this beautiful swimming pool. There are conveniences  close by that  have beautifully decorated outside walls

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We always love to buy an ice-cream wafer in the shop opposite the pool area.

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When we stopped there last Sunday with Sylvia,  Peter took a photo of me after I had finished my chocolate ice-cream. On closer inspection of that photo I noticed  that some chocolate stains are visible on my fingers. I remember I went to the washrooms near the pool soon after the photo was taken! It was a rather warm, sunny day even though it was very windy. The ice-cream melted faster than I could lick it!

There is something else I noticed in this photo. First of all it shows that I can curl my fingers now into a kind of fist which I could not do before the carpal tunnel release operation. And I think it also shows the left over scar on my hand a little bit. Now,  that Peter photographed my hand like this is of course totally coincidental.

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A Feast Day: The Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Sunday 29th December 2013

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“Making Connections. Make special times for family this week. Contemplate the richness of family life.”

I read this in the church bulletin yesterday after having gone to the early Mass.

In the second reading of the day, what does St Paul say in his letter to the Colossians?

Here a few exammples:

Wives, give way to your husbands . . . .
Husbands, love your wives and treat them with gentleness.
Children, be obedient to your parents always . . . .
Parents, never drive your children to resentment or you will make them feel frustrated.

OUR DAY WITH SYLVIA AND MONIKA

Our friend Sylvia had agreed to go with us to a picnic by the sea .  We picked her up at 11 am. Our trip went southwards towards Shellharbour. The place we had in mind for our picnic seemed to be full of cars even though it turned out to be a day with very strong wind.

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We decided to travel on a bit further south. Soon we found a spot where parking was still available. We were even able to occupy a beautiful picnic table. Sitting down and unpacking all our picnic supplies we came to realise why this table had not been taken yet by anyone. The reason was quite simply that the wind at this spot very close by the sea had become extraordinarily strong.

Somehow we managed to cope with the wind, enjoying our picnic lunch as well as possible. As soon as lunch was finished we packed everything back into the back of the car and drove back to where we could buy some delicious ice-cream wafers as a desert. I did not want my ice-cream to melt too fast in the brilliant sunshine. This is why I sought some shade near a palm tree plant. When I had only a bit of wafer left, Peter thought of taking this picture of me:

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I took a picture of Sylvia.
I took a picture of Sylvia.

Our daughter Monika had invited us for coffee and cake at her place, She was expecting us at 3 pm. That meant we had a bit of time left to go somewhere else away from the gusty wind by the sea. Blackbutt Forest was not far away. This place turned out to be the right spot for us for a lovely walk.

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We arrived at Monika’s place right on time at three o’clock. Monika and two of her daughters greeted us. Monika and Sylvia were happy to see each other after a long time of not having been able to see each other. Sylvia had brought a lovely home baked cake along. Monika’s daughter Krystal and Monika also had baked a cake. Soon we were served cake and plunger coffee.

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We have known Sylvia since she was about two and Monika wasn’t even one year old yet. Now they are both in their fifties! We had a good day with Sylvia and Monika and her family. We spent about three hours at Monika’s, having a lot to talk about. Mark joined the conversation too a bit later.

To drive Sylvia back to Wollongong along the freeway didn’t take long. I think just before seven Peter and I were back home in Dapto. We were pretty tired by then but happy to have had a very enjoyable day.