The beautiful Drentish countryside
Sep. 8th, 2004 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzYesterday -after a troubled and short night's sleep, but more about that maybe in a later post- early in the morning NoKey and I rode the 8.15 train to the north, up up north. At half past ten we arrived in a traintaxi at my grandmother's door, and were right in time for coffee in the back yard.
The butterflies danced above the grass, the corn at the end of grandma's back yard waved in the wind, and neighbours and the reverend walked in without calling - just like it has always gone at the countryside. NoKey and I basked in the sun and the fresh air and the sun, sipping our warm tea or coffee, talking about the samurai we played at Drachenfest and showing grandma the pictures. Something as abstract as live roleplay is very hard to understand for grandma, but I think she thinks of it like a Shakespeare play.
My late grandfather - who passed away in March - had made movies on 8mm tape and the Drentish archives had asked whether they could have them in safe-keeping (maybe a year or so back). So they had sorted them and looked what was on the tapes. Then the tapes were collected by the DA, who stored them well. In return, they got the entire collection on Dvd (a copy of the dvd that would be stored in the archives - the films will never be shown again themselves because they're really old). I was curious to these dvd's and we spent the rest of the morning watching films of "the Nijmeijers" - films of the goings-on on the farm they had. How neighbours would just come over to help with the cows or the hay or the chickens. My uncle and father as youngsters, before they were both married and at least sixty pounds lighter.
In the afternoon we looked at my cousin's and her boyfriend's new house - they have been working on the garden and the pond they made looks really fine. Grandma had a lot of trouble walking though - she uses a stick nowadays - and leaned on it when we stood talking to Linda and Danny. Johan also came home from school and had noticed us, he was amazed - as was Linda - that we were there. After all it was just another Tuesday. But we invited Johan over to Rotterdam to see our appartment and everything. Linda and Danny are getting married - how strange is that?
After a slice of bread in the evening my aunt Hennie took us to the station where we enjoyed a hot cocoa before travelling back. Grandma gave us ten really fresh eggs, and we ate four boiled ones this morning...yummmm.
The butterflies danced above the grass, the corn at the end of grandma's back yard waved in the wind, and neighbours and the reverend walked in without calling - just like it has always gone at the countryside. NoKey and I basked in the sun and the fresh air and the sun, sipping our warm tea or coffee, talking about the samurai we played at Drachenfest and showing grandma the pictures. Something as abstract as live roleplay is very hard to understand for grandma, but I think she thinks of it like a Shakespeare play.
My late grandfather - who passed away in March - had made movies on 8mm tape and the Drentish archives had asked whether they could have them in safe-keeping (maybe a year or so back). So they had sorted them and looked what was on the tapes. Then the tapes were collected by the DA, who stored them well. In return, they got the entire collection on Dvd (a copy of the dvd that would be stored in the archives - the films will never be shown again themselves because they're really old). I was curious to these dvd's and we spent the rest of the morning watching films of "the Nijmeijers" - films of the goings-on on the farm they had. How neighbours would just come over to help with the cows or the hay or the chickens. My uncle and father as youngsters, before they were both married and at least sixty pounds lighter.
In the afternoon we looked at my cousin's and her boyfriend's new house - they have been working on the garden and the pond they made looks really fine. Grandma had a lot of trouble walking though - she uses a stick nowadays - and leaned on it when we stood talking to Linda and Danny. Johan also came home from school and had noticed us, he was amazed - as was Linda - that we were there. After all it was just another Tuesday. But we invited Johan over to Rotterdam to see our appartment and everything. Linda and Danny are getting married - how strange is that?
After a slice of bread in the evening my aunt Hennie took us to the station where we enjoyed a hot cocoa before travelling back. Grandma gave us ten really fresh eggs, and we ate four boiled ones this morning...yummmm.
