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Saturday, March 20th 2004

3:28

Princess Juliana

 
 
 
 
 

IN MEMORIAM









 





Princess Juliana





Juliana Louise Marie Wilhelmina van Oranje-Nassau was born on april 30 1909 at The Hague as the daughter of Queen Wilhelmina.

She grew up as a shy and bright young girl, who was homescholed. She was taught dedication to her tasks and openness towards the people around her and the developments in society. She would say that her parents talked about matters that many parents would not talk about.
Later she studied at Leiden University.

She married Bernhard zur Lippe Biesterfeld at januari 7 1937 and was happy with the brith of her 4 children: Beatrix (193 , Irene (1939), Margriet (1943) and Marijke (1947, who later changed her name in Christina).

The name of Irene was a conscious choice with the threat of war.

May 12 she went with the two girls to England. After Rotterdam was bombarderd Queen Wilhelmina left too. Princess Juliana was send to Canada with the children, to keep them safe. There princess Margriet was born.
She kept performing her duties. Inspiring the soldiers that got their education in Canada, and being part of the Red Cross.

The return to The Netherlands was a pleasant event, even though there was hunger, great poverty and many parts of the country needed to be rebuilt.

Her marriage was not all happiness. She had to deal with serious problems that even led her to consider giving up the throne. But she didn't. She found a new equilibrium and when she got older it was heartwarming to see her and her husband and the bond between them.

Juliana had a great interest in politics.
She became regent during the years 1947 en 1948 (because her mother suffered health problems) and as such she had for the first time part in the formation of the government.

At september 4 1948 Queen Wilhelmina announced herself that her daughter would be the new Queen.
Two days later she was inaugurated. Her voice sounded exactly as the voice of Queen Beatrix now.

Later she dealt with many more issues considering the government and she was valued for her eagerness to gain information, skills to get that information and the powerful way in which she motivated those involved to solve the problems.
Many politicians have stories to tell about how intelligent she was, but also how she commented on meetings that lasted too long, worrying that a lack of sleep might interfere with reasonability.

She also took a central position during the cold war, when she spoke to the American Congress asking for consideration and stressing that only a peacefull attitude and true understanding between people is of benefit for world peace.

She was very beloved, because of her spontaneity, her interest in everything she found on her way and because she didn't like protocol.
She had her own way of dealing with photographers: posing when requested, but commenting often about not wanting to be pictured with red eyes or photographed when she had a single moment of privacy.
She loved to walk beside the red carpet!

The girls were raised as much as possible as normal children. They went to school by bike and experienced a lot of freedom.

The distance between the Royal House and the people was diminished. Not at least by the yearly celebration of her birthday at the palace (Paleis Soestdijk), where she received in person the many congratulations, surrounded by her children and later her grandchildren. The informal parade was valued by all: those who were present and those who watched TV.

She didn't want to be the queen in the palace, but as a woman, a companion, a listening ear.
People who met her liked her. Not only in The Netherlands, but also abroad.
Among royalty she had many friends, but also among others.
Many times she went skying, spending her time with the people in Lech, who certainly will miss her as much as we do.

She gave her love to everyone she met, with special care for the ill, the homeless and the lonely.
She was known as the Queen on the bicycle and as the mother of all.

The way she was interested in her people moved many and with regret we saw on TV that she told the nation it was time to hand the title over to her daughter Beatrix at april 30, 1980. It was her 71st birthday.
She'd waited till then to enable her daughter and her husband to have a family and raise the children.

She didn't want to be called Queen Mother, because it made her feel old, and she choose to be called Princess. But many kept calling her Queen.

She was seen less and less in public. She became fragile, both of body and mind, but kept experiencing pleasure in her riding tours outside the palace and seeing Queen Beatrix at important events.

The last years she wasn't seen in public anymore, but she received her children and grandchildren at the palace, and also enjoyed her greatgrandchildren.

She died in the presence of her husband and 3 of her daughters during her sleep in the early morning (5.50 hours) of march 20 2004.
Even thought everybody knew her health was deteriorated because of old age and pneumonia, her death came as a shock.

We will remember her as a warm mother of the nation.



Her way of dealing with life and the problems of live, with politics and other problems should be an inspiration for those who govern our country at this moment and the times to come.








Photo courtesy of RIVD

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Saturday, March 13th 2004

22:56

Madrid

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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3-11
 

She ate just a few bites of her breakfast. It was time to go to work.

In a hurry she kissed the children goodbye, told her husband once again to bring them to school in time, and went. Her steps sounded quickly on the pavement as she hurried to get her train.

A few streets from there a boy smiled to his grandmother. Her eyes rested proud on his new suit.
His mother leaned on a chair and wished him a happy time in his new job. She gave him the watch she saved till that moment, the golden watch, that she inherited from her father, and grandfather and greatgrandfather.
It fitted his wrist as if it had always been there.
In the kitchen there was almost a sacred silence when they were moved by their memories.
Then he broke the silence, said goodbye and went to work.

Those two met on the trainstation with hundreds of other people on their way to work and school.
Some knew each other vaguely, others were enthousiastically talking to a friend.

The morningsun spread it's light over the trains that set into motion.
Spring was near.

And then 13 explosions in four trains filled the morningsounds.

Trains, lives, bodies were ripped apart.

On an answering machine the message was left from a young woman who tells her family she is well on her way, followed by explosions, screams and the silence of death.

Two days later:

1500 people were treated for their injuries. Some are still fighting for their lives.

Last night the 200rd victim has died.
Before him a baby died. Patricia. 7 months.
Her father and mother haven't been found yet.
Will they ever been found?
Or was the man that died last night her father?

Those people died in Spain.
A country with a long history and rich culture.
A country of people who care for each other, and who mourn over the death of all those people who died in the terrorist attack.

And the world looks.....
and many many people look aside....
It's not their lifes that have been changed forever.
It's not their fear that is lit like a candle that will burn forever.

A young woman in the train again....
Fear in her eyes, her hands white and clinging on steel for safety.
In her mind she hears the bombs and the screams of death......
She hyperventilates... and the terror in her eyes is visible for everybody.
A man bows over to her........ cares.......

Will you care????

Will your remember?

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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Thursday, February 26th 2004

11:12

freedom of marriage?

 

Marriage for homosexual couples?

 

With amazement I have been reading about the turmoil that is caused because some homosexual couples were granted the permission to marriage.

I'm talking about Amerika, not my country.

 

Some time ago it was allowed here and after a few days of utter joy, because woman-woman and man-man couples were allowed the same rights as woman-man and man-woman relationships, we found our rest again.

Most people experienced that it had absolutely nothing to do with their lifes and they just lived on.

But in Amerika.... something utterly strange happens.

In the land of freedom and human rights, or this is at least how they want to present themselves in the international community, in this country where they say discrimination against race and religion is not allowed, there are all sorts of people who want to interfere with the right of two people who want to be happy.

Even the president stamps with his feet upon anti-discrimination laws, because his faith tells him there are different levels of people.

ARE THERE?????

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Friday, February 13th 2004

2:48

sending back asylum-seekers

 


Saw the other day on TV a mother who expressed her fear about being send back to Soedan.


She was very worried about what might happen to her little girls.
I assume she shares her fear with many women from Soedan, Ethiopia and some other countries with strong family bonds and religious laws.


When governments discuss not accepting refugees and sending them back to the country they came from, the usually focus their attention on the absence of war and violence.


But in those countries there are more life-threatening situations than being in gunfights.


This mother was in tears because she was frightened that her little girls would be victims of circumcision.
Even thought it's forbidden in most countries, it's still done.
The victims have to live with a complete or partial removed clitoris and a vagina that is sown together.
It's a very painful procedure, done with a not desinfected knife, under far from hygienic circumstances.
When the wounds are healed, some women suffer from not being able to pass menstrual blood and hardly being able to go the the toilet.


Only some will undergo a surgical procedure to open up hen they are married. Most women are forced open.


Not to speak about what happens during childbirth.
No wonder there's such a high maternal mortality.


This mother was so afaird for her children, that she forgot that she might suffer herself too.
She has been to a foreign country which doesn't have strict rules about the contact between men and women.
When she comes back in her own country, she can't proof she hasn't been in a sexual relationship with a man, so there's a high chance she will be severely punished or cast out. Being left with no means of excistance.


The government wouldn't think sending our woman to country when these circumstances, these crimes would await them, but they don't mind sending back these women.


It's in the media that many asylum-seekers and fugitives won't integrate in society. The language is used as proof.


Nonsence!!


Right at the moment that these women arrive here, they belong more to our world of view than to the world of view they came from.
Not wanting circumcision for your children is taking a step back from where you are living.
Leaving a country with those customs is the strongest expression of the fact that you don't belong there.


Being able to express your worries and pain on TV means that you trust the people you address.


That's integration!


Many governments forget that after WW2 they have send many of their own inhabitants over to other countries: Africa, America, Australia.
All to make a better living, to find better housing.


Those were economical refugees.


They were accepted, integrated, and now live for years at those countries and feel they belong there.


But now those same governments won't accept that people from other countries come for the same reason to their countries.


I wish I could give that woman with her children a home. Because I feel she is one of us.


How grateful I am that my girls are not born in a society that sees that circumcision is a way to protect virginity.


But I feel ashamed about the way we treat asylumseekers and refugees.


 

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Saturday, February 7th 2004

12:17

SIDS






I've been observing the developments about the subject of SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome) for years now.

A very intelligent scientist told me some time ago that there is nothing to observe, because there is no syndrome to observe.
SIDS is just a descriptive definition. A way to give people a "diagnosis" instead of admitting that "we don't know".

And he is right. It's just a name for all those sudden infants deaths where none could find a medical diagnosis to explain death. Some definitions include: till 12 months after birth, or 18 months.

A lot of research has been done.
This caused the medical science to develop a bit further, so some more cases could be correctly diagnosed and thus the number of SIDS cases dropped.

It disturbs me that scientists/researchers in The Netherlands want to repeat research before we acknowledge the outcomes.
I'm not always as bright as to understand why.
Maybe our researchers have found out we are different from all the other human beings.
To your information: I've never understood that.
My foreign familymembers show a striking resemblance with my familymembers in my country (especially the nose, artistic expressions and humor); and even when I look at the population as a whole I see no difference from the rest of the world.

Reasearch into SIDS is complicated.
But we're inventive:

We just perform research into other matters that seem to be correlated.

It turned out that a grater percentage of SIDS babies were lying on their belly compaired to children with the same age in the same town, who stayed alive.

Oh my dear...hell broke loose here!

One of my babies was crying for hours on end, filling the whole babyroom at hospital. It just did'n't like the way it had to sleep.
A folded towel in front of its belly, because it shouldn't turn on it's belly. The pediatrician's orders, and he should know!!
A folded towel in the back. No way the baby should be able to roll on it's back, because saliva might slip into the back of his mouth and he's chooke. The former pediatrician ordered that, and he was wise!!
So the baby cried all night. None of the woman on the ward was able to sleep.
So I asked for the new pediatrician. There asked me why.
"He discovered that crying for hours on end it's bad for breastfeeding, and the baby should have a folded towel on his face."

I've never learned that a shortage of towels prevented this to become a habit at the babyroom,
but I got the young doctor in.

"Mam, you asked for the new pediatrician. I started this morning."

Soundwaves coming from the babyroom washed through his curly hair.

want my baby with me. He cried all night. he can't sleep because he's not allowed any free movement. All my babies slept well on their bellies, but they won't allow him. I suggested to monitor him, but they won't use a monitor here.

"Mam, we're observing him because he cries so much. We first have to find out why."

I told him that cause and consequence sometimes lead to more of the same, gave more reasonable explanations and ended with: "we moms simply know best."

Ofcourse that was a hit, but he couldn't compete with so much verbal power.

And thus I was allowed to stay with my baby, to prevent death while he was sleeping well on his tummy.
Even when i was about to doze off a nurse came to sit and talk with me.

The baby is 12 now. Puberty related healthy, both physically and mentally. We'll know what damage has been caused over about 8 years!


Interesting is, that new research shows that half of the cases of coth death can be prevented when the baby sleeps in it's own cot at the parent's room.

If this really can prevent babies from dying needs yet to be seen.
But i know from experience it's a perfect anticonception measure!
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Saturday, February 7th 2004

12:15

WELCOME !!!





Oh sweet memories.....
the magic of starting in a new booklet at school.
Remember?

First day after the holidays.
The new classroom smells unusual, your chair feels unconfortable.
Smells of pencils, slimey glue, ink.
And in front of you:
a bare page with eyepiercing blue lines.
A huge emptiness!!

And in you all the best resolutions of the world:
write neat, no spots, no mistakes...a bove all: no mistakes.

Well: I've learned one mighty lesson about life:
it can't be lived without mistakes!

When you're a nosy person you now want to know about my mistakes...
NOT TODAY!

Today I'm starting this journal and I don't want to linger on my stupidities.

Making mistakes is dealing with life's lessons. It's being fed with guild, the wish for the better, uneasiness.
And I don'tlike to learn that way.

I love positive learning though.

Like when I was a little girl.
I was 2.
And for the first time I consciously tasted one of our national foods: herring.
Raw herring. Hollandse Nieuwe.

Without unions, so the salty fresh spicy taste wouldn't be disguised.

The photo that was taken is stolen from my album,
but the tasty memory has remained.
The tingling sensation, the taste that stayed for a while and made me want more, that made me smile and sing.

May this sensation be found in this journal.


Welcome!
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