Sat/SunOct 10/11. My 4 years of summer sailing days have come to a screetching halt

Written by Jack van Ommen on October 11th, 2009

The heater is barely keeping it above 60 degrees in “Fleetwood”‘s cabin. Three weeks ago we were having dinner outside, on Marken, in short sleeves. It feels like winter to me. A load of laundry I did at my sister’s is on the life lines. It might be there for a while, till the rain stops. My Dutch friends/family have washing machines but do not believe in mechanical dryers. Joke Brancart, a friend from the early fifties and with whom I had my very first sailing experiences, came to visit on Saturday. We had not seen each other for 55 years.  Karolien, my sister, is on crutches after her last week’s hip replacement.  I cooked my usual stir fry for her and Herman at their home, Saturday evening.  I was treated to another excellent service at St.Augustinus here near my moorage. The sermon was about the challenge of attaining salvation through the eye of a needle, a well known passage, but I particularly appreciated the first reading, which was brand new, to me in Wisdom :7-11. 7 “And so I prayed, and understanding was given me”  etc. It contains some very timely “Wisdom” . Look it up.

Sunday afternoon I was invited to a gathering with the Boosmans, whose mother Tiny Boosman was in the same resistance group as my mother and was imprisoned with my mother from May 44 till their liberation at Dachau.
The below pictures give a sense of the changing season. The Flag pole was lowered for revarnishing and winter storage. 

 

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