I’ve just been reading all this again and think, it is worth reblogging.
It would be nice, if some of my followers would find it interesting too.
I did write this post nearly seven years ago. Have I changed a lot since then? Probably, for my life has changed very much since then, as some of my followers would be only too aware of. Yes, I think my life is very, very different now. But I am now more or less getting used to this different stage in my life! 🙂
So, life is a constant change. This is just what we have to learn to accept! 🙂
Tuesday was the 21st of September, my birthday. I did not only have a Great Day, but also a great week. It reminded me of my 80th birthday in 2014, when I was celebrating for days on end.
I had another look at what I wrote in September of 2014 and 2015, and decided to reblog it, for it was very interesting for me to see all the pictures and what I wrote about my parents. So, I imagine it to be a bit interesting too for some other people to have a look at it. Anyway, I hope so! 🙂
Here is what I posted in 2015:
Last Sunday turned out to be a lovely family day at our home. It was beautiful to be surrounded by children, grand-children, and great grand-children for a few hours in the afternoon. Some almond-cake was left from Gaby’s birthday.There was…
‘THE MOUSE KILLS THE CAT’
“US Marine invasion and occupation of his country which began in 1911 . . . ”
So, Sandino was one of the most important and successful guerilla fighters of the 20th century? This is somehow remarkable, isn’t it?
‘The mouse kills the cat’: Augusto Cesar Sandino’s rebellion against the US
How Sandino fought for Nicaragua’s independence, lost and remained a hero for its people
Before Fidel Castro and Che Guevara, before Ho Chi Minh and before Mao began his Long March, there was Augusto Cesar Sandino.
While Sandino is not a household name in much of the world, as these others are, he was one of the most important and successful guerilla fighters of the 20th century, successfully driving the US Marines out of Nicaragua against nearly impossible odds. His image, with his iconic Tom Mix cowboy hat tilted to one side, continues to be the most ubiquitous symbol in Nicaragua – a country led by the Sandinista Front, named in his honor.
Unlike the aforementioned revolutionaries, Sandino was not an intellectual and he was not a Marxist. Rather, he…
As most of you know, the World Health Assembly has spent the past 7 days considering Biden’s 13 controversial amendments to the International Health Regulations.
Official delegates from wealthy developed nations like Australia, the UK, and the US spoke in strong support of the amendments and urged other states to join them in signing away their countries’ sovereignty.
The first sign, however, that things might not be going the globalists’ way, came on Wednesday, the 25th of May, which just happened to also be Africa Day.
Botswana read a statement on behalf of its 47 AFRO members, saying they would be collectively withholding their support for the ‘reforms’, which many African members were very concerned about.
Multiple other countries also said they had reservations over the changes and would not be supporting them either.
Before I was three we lived in Taunus Strasse, Berlin- Friedenau. Some time during 1937 we moved to Bozener Strasse in Berlin-Schöneberg. This is where Tante Ilse and Onkel Addi lived as well and also my friend Cordula and her parents. Later on we did get to know Family T. who lived in the house opposite our apartment building.
During my early childhood Bozener Strasse was a very quiet street. There were no cars parked in the street.
Tante Ilse had this narrow but very long balcony with a lot of plants to water. As a two year old I loved to help with watering some of the plants!
Uta loves to water the plants. Mum is looking on.
Here Mum still has this “Bubikopf” which I believe became fashionable already in the 1920s.
In the next picture, which was taken in Bozener Strasse on 21st September 1947, my brother…
Lew, thank you very, very much for writing in great detail your views on a great number of things. It makes me think about my views about the present situation not only in the USA but also about what it is like in Australia, my adopted country. 🙂
Actually, I would like to reblog this post of yours, and think about it a bit more, before I start making some comments about it, I feel, you raise a lot of issues, that can lead to very interesting discussions! 🙂
I would for instance like to ask you, with the voting system the way it operates in your country, how can your ‘independent’ views be recognized by the politicians in power? 🙂 Do you mean, you vote for one of the major parties as a compromise?
Our very recent Federal Elections here in Australia did bring major changes to what people were able to be voting for, meaning it looks like there is a chance now for holding politicians more to account! 🙂
“Something that confirms all fears and many conspiracy theories about government is finding out what our elected representatives would put into law if they could.” ~ P. J. O’Rourke[1].
Rather than avoiding discussions involving politics, religion, or sex as generally recommended, I enjoy talking about them – as long as civility is maintained; especially with someone who does not share my opinions. If someone agrees with me, we simply reinforce what each of us already believe and neither of us learns anything from the other. One of the problems today is that too many people associate only within their own political tribe. I am realistic in that I do not actually expect to change someone’s opinion. I accept that and will never vilify them on that basis (regardless of what I might actually think).
Down the Adelaide Central Market, between Marino’s butchers and the Samtass fish market, there is a walk-through breezeway to Gouger Street. Years ago there was an arcade type stall there selling second-hand books..it was run by a bloke in his fifties, if I recall…I used to browse there when I was going past.
At the end nearest the street, there was a tray holding hundreds and hundreds of these …”penny dreadfuls” I suppose you’d call them…not even with a cardboard cover, but just some lurid pic on paper with around 50 pages or so stapled in a folded booklet type thing. Many of them so old and dog-eared as to be almost a throwaway item..
I asked the man behind the stall there about them..
“What are all these scribbled, tags inside the front cover?” I asked.
“That’s the personal initial or tag to identify that…
By removing certain foods, consumer products and behaviors from your life, you eliminate exposure to toxic influences that contribute to disease and malaise, while opening space for the introduction of health-promoting influences in their place.
Story at a glance:
Removing toxic exposures from your life can help reduce your risk of disease and increase your quality of life and well-being.
The No. 1 item to remove is linoleic acid, the primary fatty acid found in vegetable/seed oils in most processed and restaurant foods.
Other items to eliminate for better health include artificial sweeteners, plastic food containers and bottles and nonstick cookware.
Antibacterial soaps, commercial cleaning and personal care products and EMFs from your cellphone should also be eliminated as much as possible.
Avoiding eating after dinner and replacing your desk chair with a standup desk round out the list of items you can do for…
Four days ago, on the 24th of April, I reblogged the first part to: It’s raining!
I copy now the rest of this post from January 2014 and the comments to it! 🙂
So, it is April 2022 now. But it is still quite warm and very wet! Still. I try to put a walk on between showers along the footpath beside Brooks Creek.
Here is the copy now:
Brooks Creek ‘flows’ along beside the wooded area on this side of Lakelands Park. Someone tried to build an access for walking down to the creek.
This is the place opposite our front door.My umbrella did get only a little bit wet. So I decide to take it inside to dry.As I enter the living-room I can see Peter being busy with the computer.
Auntie, Sister. Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Mother and Wife of German Descent I’ve lived in Australia since 1959 together with my husband Peter. We have four children, eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I started blogging because I wanted to publish some of my childhood memories. I am blogging now also some of my other memories. I like to publish some photos too as well as a little bit of a diary from the present time. Occasionally I publish a story with a bit of fiction in it. Peter, my husband, is publishing some of his stories under berlioz1935.wordpress.com View all posts by auntyuta
berlioz1935EditIt is about time we had a little bit of rain. The man sitting at the computer is looking through a window to the world.Reply
auntyutaEditToo right, it is a window to the world, isn’t it? I am glad we have now this change in this weather! Still, it’s only January. Some more heatwaves might still come our way.Reply
natswansEditAlthough it’s raining outside Uta , you captured the day beautifully. Brooks Creek looks very relaxing even in the rain. Take care and enjoy that clean fresh air. Sheila xxReply
auntyutaEditI find this warm summer rain quite enjoyable, Sheila. Brooks Creek doesn’t really look much like a creek at the moment. A lot of plants grow in it and do not let the water run through freely anymore. I love the smell of the bush after it has been raining a bit. Uta, oxReply
araanz50EditBoa noite! Sou amiga da Gislinde e vim conhecer o seu WD AraAbraços….Araan.Reply
gerard oostermanEditGood pitures Uta. Peter looks a bit like my brother in law who is also German born. The garden looks lovely.Reply
auntyutaEditI love taking pictures while I am walking, Gerard. Makes my walks quite interesting for I look at things I would otherwise perhaps not take so much notice of. I do not mind a bit of rain, especially in summer. At the moment I do not fear that our grass might dry out. Reply
giselzitroneEditDanke liebe Ute für deinen Besuch so schöne Bilder,war bestimmt eine schöne Wanderung ein schönes Stücken Erde,da könnte ich mir vorstellen auch zu Wandern.Ich hoffe das es dir gut geht,wir haben hier in Köln Freuhlingsafte Temperaturen heute war es 13 Grad warm fast wie Frühling.Ich wünsche dir noch eine glückliche Zeit.Liebe Grüße GislindeReply
auntyutaEditDanke, liebe Gislinde. Es war eigentlich mehr wie ein kleiner Spaziergang. Heute morgen gleich nach dem Aufstehen machte ich wieder so einen Spaziergang. Ich ging den gleichen Weg entlang, aber diesmal etwas schneller. Ich fühlte mich voller Energie und brauchte zwischendurch überhaupt keine Pausen machen. Irgendwie ging es mit meinem Atem viel besser als sonst. Es war immer noch recht feucht, Temperatur 20 Grad Celsius. Liebe Grüsse, Uta.Reply
rangewriterEditI bet that was refreshing after all the heat and smoke you’ve endured!Reply
auntyutaEditLinda, yes, we did have a bit of heat before it rained, but where we live there was no smoke, none whatsoever. So our air is clean and beautiful fresh with that bit of rain we have at the moment.I hope the cooler temperatures and maybe some rain, where there are still a lot of fires, is going to keep all the fires under control. The fires are many miles away from us, but still they stretch over vast areas in several states of Australia. There are literally still hundreds of fires burning. Fires like this usually last for many weeks!Reply
The other day, on the First of May actually, we were enticed by the beautiful sunshine to drive into the country site. Not far from where we live, about 70 km is Kangaroo Valley.
On the way there and back we passed through Berry, a town on the Princes Highway. It is “old charm” town where on weekends well to do people from Sydney come to visit and do some shopping for things that do not come from China, like craft work etc.
But before we reached Berry on our way back we still passed through some beautiful scenery of Australian landscape. The Australian landscape is not as much a cultural landscape as much as the European is.
Uta wanted to see Autumn Leaves on the way back. So, we decided to visit Berry again. This is part of the new Australia where introduced plants change the land and town scapes. In the evergreen Australia it is quite a sight.
Autumn in Berry
Autumn Leaves
We drove a bit further and suddenly saw the town’s Cenotaph erected for the fallen of the two World Wars. The floral tribute from the recent ANZAC Day were still to be seen.
I realised then, that perhaps Berry represents, in equal parts, the modern and the old Australia and the fallen soldiers are the connecting element of this duality. Without knowing it they gave their lives for just the Australia we have become. Migrants of the countries that were fighting in the Great War of 1914/18 are now here. The French bakery and the former migrant attest to that.
And I remembered a poem I wrote a few years ago and it contains the following lines referring to Gallipoli:
When Diggers stormed the Cove They could not know That many years hence Men from the other side Would come to their Land.
Did they fight and die in vain? Not so. They prevailed and shared their Land. Turned foes into welcome friends.
The Cenotaph
Every fallen soldier has a plaque in the wall and a tree planted in his name.
The trees of Rememberance
There was a war trophy, July 1918, too, a German heavy mortar
A fire belching monster from another time
Among all the names I noticed two especially, one airman who was flying for the RAF, perhaps he died on an air raid over Berlin where I come from and a seaman on the HMAS Sydney. The sinking of the Sydney was such a tragic event. What a crazy world we live in. I’m so sorry all this happened. But we should look to the future and recognise that we live in an earthly paradise – Australia!
This beautiful Magnolia is to be seen in the centre of Berry
Magnolias have been around for twenty million years. It has been introduced into Australia but it is fitting for such an ancient plant to be here in Australia.
auntyuta on said:Hi Peter!I am sure this day and the two posts you wrote about it are going to stay in my memory. I had a lovely day. It was such a good idea to go for this drive, wasn’t it?Love, UtaReply ↓
berlioz1935on said:Hi Uta, it was indeed a lovely day and I invite you to do same drive on the 1, May this year. Love PeterReply ↓
auntyutaon said:Yes, Peter, sure I’ll love to do the same drive with you on the 1st of May this year. So, this is coming up in three days!! Very much looking forward to this. Love, Uta
These thoughts about the 1st of May Peter published in 2012, that is ten years ago!
I copy here what I found in the comment section. It is so interesting to see who responded bt writing a comment and Peter’s answer to the comments!
Munira has been a dear blogger friend of mine ever since I started blogging! 🙂
What vivid memories to share! Wonderful. anneReply ↓
berlioz1935on said:Thanks for looking in and taking notice. The past is always with us, accompanying our life like our shadow. For some, depending on the experience, it is a burden But we should not get depressed about it. Quietly observe the past like an old family picture. Have a great day.Reply ↓
Munira on said:I love observing the past like it was an old family photo. In fact that’s a great way of describing my other blog. Take a look if you’re interested http://munirazoom.wordpress.com/This post really evoked a sense of your memory, and in such few words. Lovely.Reply ↓
berliozon said:Thanks Munira for your comment. This is really what I felt and wanted to communicate. What is missing are the photos. In that time we had no camera and despite some shortages we looked forward to a brighter future.Reply ↓
berlioz1935on said:Thank you for the other link. I had already a short glance and it seems very interesting. By recording your family’s history you also recording your country’s history.
When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.
Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of money to feed his family – crust of bread).
Later during the day, when the sun had risen to the zenith and warmed our naked arms – the sleeves were rolled up – we. my friends and I, took our bikes for a ride to the Havel lakes and went for a swim in the still icy water.
The 1st of May was always the start of the most beautiful month in Berlin. Spring was in full swing.
When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.
Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of…
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