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Monique: July 2013

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Wednesday, 3 July 2013. My history for my grandchildren continued. OPA (pronounced OPAH)AND OPOE (pronounced OPOOH). My paternal grandfather, opa, was a child born out of wedlock in 1891, son of Trijntje Waninge. I don’t know who his natural father was. What I do know is a little bit of his history. Thrown out of the house, never to return and he married the maid Harmina, my opoe. Opa became a shepherd and life became a bit more bearable. They moved into a small two-bedroom house, which was attached ...

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Monique

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Tuesday, 25 June 2013. No more scripts people, instead I write my history here. My history for my grandchildren. I was born in January 1952 in Marknesse Holland, the youngest daughter of five children. My eldest brother, Jan, was born in December 1941. The second son Geert, in September 1946 and my sister, Harmina Marianne, in June 1948. My baby brother, Eize was born in May 1958. Thus I was named Geertje Trijntje Waninge, named after my maternal grandmother and my father’s eldest sister.

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Rotto | A View from the Battlements

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A View from the Battlements. Laquo; Summer’s on the run. February 24, 2012 by queenwilly. A royal snorkel last week on Rottnest Island, off the coast of Perth Australia. I am wearing my amazing new video goggles. As I swim (sorry about the hair). Watch for the mutant three-legged seagull in my next post. Posted in Royal musings. On February 24, 2012 at 10:56 am. Yay to another post at long last. Those goggles are amazing! On February 24, 2012 at 11:03 am. On February 24, 2012 at 12:04 pm.

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Pool ponder | A View from the Battlements

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A View from the Battlements. Laquo; Farewell Steve Jobs. I love a sunburnt (arse) country. October 16, 2011 by queenwilly. Last night, the new Uni-students-who-party-every-night next door intrigued us with the sound of splashing and diving in between the usual bad drumming and clinking of beer bottles at 2am. Intrigued, this morning The King and I climbed to the top battlement and looked down on the neighboring castle. The View from the Battlements. Posted in Royal musings. On October 16, 2011 at 8:53 am.

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Check the Gate.

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. The take is finished. The director sits poised for a moment, considering his options. He turns to the A.D. and says, "I like that one, let's keep it.". The AD. then turns to the 1st A.C. and says those fateful words, "Check the gate.". Good gate," calls the 1st A.C. The 1st A.D. keys his walkie and tips the weight of Sisyphus's boulder back towards the abyss, "Moving on.". That having been said,. I know this story has to be true?

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Collect Your Courage & Collect Your Horse

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Collect Your Courage and Collect Your Horse. Either the weight will get lighter, or my legs will grow stronger; it's the only way for things to be. Setting the load down is not an option. I've carried it this far, feeling it slowly accumulate mass with each new quarter of the map, with each new stage in the journey. And still, I keep walking. Every day, China is closer. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In My Natural habitat.

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: 2/1/15

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Five Years to the Day. I had almost forgotten. It's been half a decade and he's not been at the forefront of my mind for some time. It's strange to think that, for a quarter of the time since I met him, he's been in the ground. No less. And Dog Collars (Sometimes Candy Neclaces). And Metal Briefcases with their Attendant Felonies. And Darmok at Tinagra. You know that thing that we do? Where we entertain only ourselves? Strangers ar...

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Wait & Bleed

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. This is the true story of the one and only act of deliberate brutality I have ever committed. And such dragged on for much of my time in second and third grade. The summer I turned nine I was given a basic carpenter's set. I briefly thought that I might want to be a carpenter and build houses or to be a puppeteer and sculpt wooden effigies the way my father had. I was also in scouts and, devoid a conventional father figure,...Septe...

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: What's the Matter, McFly? Are You CHICKEN?!

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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. What's the Matter, McFly? I don't know that I've reached the age where I get to lead my thoughts with "kids today.", but I'm going to do it, anyway. Kids today are scardy-cats. They are cowards, absolutely yellow, the lot of them. A Google Image Search for the Words "Dangerous Play" Brought up this Picture of Clancy Brown. Because life was cheap in the Reagan years. My biggest fear lately is that, as I grow older, I will get stuck ...