glad i went to the theatre for a 30 minute overview...ended up beside new friend richard...from lakewood, co...then saw leslie on the street afterwards.
english overview done by the play´s artistic director...very beneficial
at breakfast...hello dolly...was the background music, recalled from 2nd grade musical...showboat...2nd grade boys did this song..thanks harriet banyet for teaching me that song and for following this blog.
sang part of barbara anne...take my hand...to baa-ba-ra at the landry...didnt earn me a discount on the last of my clean clothes. stopped for an expresso and meringue...about the size of both fists...mercy...tummy orgasms...and i didnt get the ice cream, only whipped cream...as recommended...thought that would be excessive
super nice folks there...needed a sugar dispenser for a Christmas gift...one of those magical ones that dispense a teaspoonful at the time...she sold me one from her stock
lunch, back with george the innkeeper was a consume with bits of pancake...no maple syrup...a wonderful white fish and apple cake...sat with ladies from singapore, grace, angie and madam cheng who suppossedly spoke no english...i think she understood everything
angie works in IT in geneva...saw play in june, wanted mom to see it...mom wore the most beautiful jade ring ive ever seen...yes the lady who spoke no english...she is 74 and angie wasnt sure if shed make it to 2020...so a plane ticket was dispatched to singapore along with one for sister grace to accompany momma...ring was a gift from an aunt or something for mommas wedding...wondered how much it would bring on road show
because angie brought momma and ´em, we wer overbooked for our table so edwin and aileen were exiled somewhere else
back to the theatre for the play...my seat was center..3 rows from front, 3 seats in...awesome seat...2 1-2 meters from orchestra pit...sat behind 2 nice ladies from florida who needed to loosen up a bit, down from madeline from charlotte...grew up in raleigh...on white oak...grandma lived on whitaker mill
seat between buds edwin and richard...not the one from colorado...dont think ive written about richard the dentist from summerville, ga. met richard and peggy day before at the town museum. summerville is down the road a piece from wendell and haitie jane rann...my namesake, near chattanooga tn. they couldnt believe that i knew where rocky face ga was...when we parted at the museum, i said, as my parents taught me, it was good to meet you. peggy said...honey (lots of emphasis on hun-ney), it was good to hear you. i knew we would be buds.
turns out richard isnt married to peggy as i assummed...but rather to teresa, who partners in his practice as a hygenist...they have 4 kids inlcuding virginia who was twith them and family friend peggy. richard and i became fast friends
back to lunch, thought i detected a nc accent at the next table...turned out scott and pam reed...he retired cfo from bb and t...who i had met years ago...from winston were there...they know amy woodard kemp and are ggreat friends with donna and carlos goodrich. donna was on board at ncba...great lady who i respect a lot...they now spend a lot of time doing mission work in russia and ukraine....he teaching business, she as a nurse and both while sharing their faith...great folks
the theatre has an open stage with a retractable roof...needed for todays rain...steady all day...wish it was on lee´s tobacco
debbie and steve simpson had warned me about temperature...they were cold in early july here...i discounted that advice but they were right...glad i brought parka and long pants...for evening, invested in a scarf, long johns--in august--and my second/spare pair of socks
play opens with the choir...all dressed in white robes to their feet, long sleeves...both men and women...perhaps for warmth...with heads covered...25 on each side. narrator in center...he looked like billy hall. initially lined up all across the stage
first scene...children running...through the streets...waving palm branches. then Jesus arrrives on a donkey...live...again with children waving palm branches.
i am a palm sunday guy, it has always been more special for me...guess it goes back to nell hicks and the kids at providence processing in waving those branches. i want/need to be in church on palm sunday. easter-not so much. rather be enjoying creation at the beach, mowing grass, or makign tomato aspic and chicken salad for 100 for a backyard easter egg hunt
the play is well done. by about 2000 of the 5000 villagers...musicians and vocalists must audition behind a curtain so they cannot be seen... ´cause everybody knows everybody and they are probably kin...just like in eastern nc
i dont know The Bible...i confess. the play gave me a different perspective in that i thought pontius pilate was the bad guy...and he was a bad guy...but i wasnt aware of the role of caiphas...gotta read up on that later
performed entirely in german, you follow along with a script..must listen for key words...watch...follow...jean williams white had given me guidance here...and she was on target...as always. jean and charlie attended in 2000
came to play after hearing about it from a seatmate on an airplane...prior to....had no awareness
the portrayal of Christ´s betrayal, prosecution, suffering, and crucifixion was moving, thought provoking and unsettling. the resurrection scene, was, for me, just ok...not sure how they could have done it differntly...difficult to put in words.
most powerful scene was his praying in gethsemene
evening cold...glad for long johns...edwin and aileen had feet and legs in trash bags as recommended by her brother the travel guy...they said they worked
as it became dark, difficult to read script, even with the penlight i brought along. deb howard, tell tb marlene so glad i bought that from her shop
play ended at 11 pm...5 1-2 hours of performance
during the dinner break i went back to visit with my friend johann and bought a holy family he carved. johann owns frany brothers shop, the brothers franz have all gone on to glory. he worked with the last brother for 13 years, ultimately buying the shop and preserving the brand. he has one son, not interested in carving...so he must find another johann. his son is in solar energy...appears to be big here...panels everywhere...see them on barns from the train and even saw a solar farm
retail therapy has begun, rann is here
Saturday, August 7, 2010
oberammergau
arrived on 8-5 at 9 in the morning from munich. george, 3rd generation innkeeper, hotel wormvirt, 76 years, founded by his grandfather, greeted me...i had breakfast. while in the dining room,k he came in and said you must be mister rann--learned later he thought rann was my last name---friends ed and donna broadwell had paved the way for me
unloaded everything except what i was wearing and took it to the laundry in a garbage bag provided by my new bud george. barbara...pronounced baa-ba-ra, spoke little englished but i understood that she would do my laundry and have it ready ba the end of the day...further...her man...works in the kitchen at my hotel.
waited forever for bus to go to neuseuschwanstein....when it finally arrived, learned i had missed that bus...but the driver and the lady in the front seat with her little boy convinced me to jump on this one and go instead to the linderhoff castle...another of king ludwig ii´s castles. hard to believe it was built beginning in 1869 after the war of northern agression.
lots of marble and guilding...spectacular gardens with views of alps. marie martin would love it....huge clay pots with purple flowers, cant think of name...but know they come from bulbts...viv...u need to plant some of these on the patio
hiked to grotto...manmade with lake...colored lights to look like a cavern...in genius for the time. reminded me in a way of luray caverns in virginia...we went there on a 7th grade field trip ...up and back in one day on the activity bus...how tommie peoples got all of us up there and back safely i will never know....long day
oh, btw, en route to monte carlo, no chance for photo, there was a train stop in arcola...will have to tell the capps and harrises.
when i traveled with thad and jan woodard, we would often spot ---twins---of people we knew. i saw the twin of rachel watkins, former colleague at ncba in florence, also there on a bridge, bob schurmand with the american bankers association. while at linderhoff, wemyss harris of arcola---wemyss is concerned that during this time of transition i will become depressed and start drinking heavily...dont worry wemyss...i am not depressed and since i have no income i cannot afford to drink heavily...also there friend from creek, kevin carlson...in oberammagau...marcella walsh mcinnis of high point and ruxton bobbit...big rux, of henderson. ruxton is husband to former employer nancy from my time at interiors
nice people all day...including couple from manchester england...and others...who said...you´re the guy who missed the bus
one couple had come from garmish where you can take the train to the highest point in germany...thougth about it...but was raining on friday, so scrapped that idea
had a great lunch...potato soup with marjarom...needed no seasoning...along with meatloaf...kinda like bologna..with a fried egg...very orange yolk...they must feed their hens carrots...potato salad...not like mommas...needed some celery seed
still havent had a coke..lunch offered pepsi here at the castle...taste born in the carolinas...opted for a beer instead.
dinner back at the wormvirt was assigned seats...i sat with a great couple from denmark...edwin and aileen. he has worked for the same company, designing frames for automobiles for over 30 years. very interesting. both just terrific. are all aileens wonderful...aileen bowden onyfrychuck, eileen macdonald, aileen marlin---who would have loved this experience in the village
edwin and aileen have a small place on the sea where they catch flounder...he shared pics with me...and freeze for the winter
church of st. paul-st. peter is across the street...all ornamentation in the church is wood carved by the village carvers...no marble...though some appears to be marble...attended night of the 5th a 30 minute music-light show in the sanctuary...pretty decent.
thursday...august 5
attended holy mass at 830 in english across the way...good organ music with-praise to the lord the almighty and amazing grace as the hymns.
priest, tim deter, from us but serving for 14 years in australia and in town for the play, led services. he reminded me of a cross between paul martin...sister sarah...please confirm correct last name...an episcopal priest from charlotte who was active in the youth when we were 20 plus years ago, david crabtree...deacon at Christ church raleigh and anchor, wral tv, and jack harris.
jack, aka walter, not because father tim was a tenor, walter is a baritone...but his voice had complete and total control of the sanctuary, just as walters does of wesley memorial umc.
sat behind leslie and richard danyl from lakewood, co...outside of denver
unloaded everything except what i was wearing and took it to the laundry in a garbage bag provided by my new bud george. barbara...pronounced baa-ba-ra, spoke little englished but i understood that she would do my laundry and have it ready ba the end of the day...further...her man...works in the kitchen at my hotel.
waited forever for bus to go to neuseuschwanstein....when it finally arrived, learned i had missed that bus...but the driver and the lady in the front seat with her little boy convinced me to jump on this one and go instead to the linderhoff castle...another of king ludwig ii´s castles. hard to believe it was built beginning in 1869 after the war of northern agression.
lots of marble and guilding...spectacular gardens with views of alps. marie martin would love it....huge clay pots with purple flowers, cant think of name...but know they come from bulbts...viv...u need to plant some of these on the patio
hiked to grotto...manmade with lake...colored lights to look like a cavern...in genius for the time. reminded me in a way of luray caverns in virginia...we went there on a 7th grade field trip ...up and back in one day on the activity bus...how tommie peoples got all of us up there and back safely i will never know....long day
oh, btw, en route to monte carlo, no chance for photo, there was a train stop in arcola...will have to tell the capps and harrises.
when i traveled with thad and jan woodard, we would often spot ---twins---of people we knew. i saw the twin of rachel watkins, former colleague at ncba in florence, also there on a bridge, bob schurmand with the american bankers association. while at linderhoff, wemyss harris of arcola---wemyss is concerned that during this time of transition i will become depressed and start drinking heavily...dont worry wemyss...i am not depressed and since i have no income i cannot afford to drink heavily...also there friend from creek, kevin carlson...in oberammagau...marcella walsh mcinnis of high point and ruxton bobbit...big rux, of henderson. ruxton is husband to former employer nancy from my time at interiors
nice people all day...including couple from manchester england...and others...who said...you´re the guy who missed the bus
one couple had come from garmish where you can take the train to the highest point in germany...thougth about it...but was raining on friday, so scrapped that idea
had a great lunch...potato soup with marjarom...needed no seasoning...along with meatloaf...kinda like bologna..with a fried egg...very orange yolk...they must feed their hens carrots...potato salad...not like mommas...needed some celery seed
still havent had a coke..lunch offered pepsi here at the castle...taste born in the carolinas...opted for a beer instead.
dinner back at the wormvirt was assigned seats...i sat with a great couple from denmark...edwin and aileen. he has worked for the same company, designing frames for automobiles for over 30 years. very interesting. both just terrific. are all aileens wonderful...aileen bowden onyfrychuck, eileen macdonald, aileen marlin---who would have loved this experience in the village
edwin and aileen have a small place on the sea where they catch flounder...he shared pics with me...and freeze for the winter
church of st. paul-st. peter is across the street...all ornamentation in the church is wood carved by the village carvers...no marble...though some appears to be marble...attended night of the 5th a 30 minute music-light show in the sanctuary...pretty decent.
thursday...august 5
attended holy mass at 830 in english across the way...good organ music with-praise to the lord the almighty and amazing grace as the hymns.
priest, tim deter, from us but serving for 14 years in australia and in town for the play, led services. he reminded me of a cross between paul martin...sister sarah...please confirm correct last name...an episcopal priest from charlotte who was active in the youth when we were 20 plus years ago, david crabtree...deacon at Christ church raleigh and anchor, wral tv, and jack harris.
jack, aka walter, not because father tim was a tenor, walter is a baritone...but his voice had complete and total control of the sanctuary, just as walters does of wesley memorial umc.
sat behind leslie and richard danyl from lakewood, co...outside of denver
the tent
after a long, hot shower-actually misleading as water was timed like a damn sink at mcdonalds-a shave and 2 tooth brushings...had been 36 hours since any of this had taken place...took the tram back into munich and explored the city on foot for an hour or so...enjoyed some brats and skraut in the street...lots of music...a wonderful string trio...a couple of different accordion players and a group of incrediblz talented musicians...a bass player, couple violinists, keyboardist and more...bought 2 cds, so finally, day 11, retail therapy.
back to the tent...7.50 euro for the night...basically a yoga mat on the wooden floor. 75 to 100 people in it. floor hollow...can hear everyone come in, go out...yada, yada. to my right...2 big...big girls from new zealand...later as it got cold, thought---briefly--about crawling between them....above, 2 girls from brazil...rode with them to the train station the next am...left an older guy...spoke yero english..snored like a freight train...slept through the night
no curfew at the tent but quiet hours start at 1 am. this didnt quite happen...but anyway
got up at 130 for more blankets...got 3...it was cold as shit...later learned 46 F. had 2 blankets beneath...slept in the silk sleep sack...3 on top, 1 as a pillow...today...5 days later...no bedbug bites evident...none the next am either.
my space was near the center beneath a mirrored ball...must have used this tent for a dance hall at some point. tried counting mirrored squares, rather than sheep or fat girls from new zealand to go to sleep, it worked.
also here met jenny and friends cindy and ??? from the south of france. jenny is in university at canterbury....she couldnt believe i was without blackberry or computer. she dropped the f-bomb a lot...we got along great
wish i had a tool she does...the thomas book current timetable for all trains in europe...gotta find one
i dont miss driving...nice to ride
i hate carrying a wallet..usually it is in the car and i only have my first citizens debit card in my pocket
the money belt is a pain, but , i feel necessarz for safty purposes. in it, call credit cards save 1, 2 blank checks, passport. franklin mills told me that wearing a money belt was like either wearing a girdle or a colostomy bag...girdle position works best for me. franklin and janet loaned me a book of translations...english to french, german or italian...has been most helpful
daddy...if zou are reading this...i think that if you had made me wear a 30 lb backpack at age 10 for a couple of weeks, you wouldnt have had to bug me about my posture.
back to the tent...7.50 euro for the night...basically a yoga mat on the wooden floor. 75 to 100 people in it. floor hollow...can hear everyone come in, go out...yada, yada. to my right...2 big...big girls from new zealand...later as it got cold, thought---briefly--about crawling between them....above, 2 girls from brazil...rode with them to the train station the next am...left an older guy...spoke yero english..snored like a freight train...slept through the night
no curfew at the tent but quiet hours start at 1 am. this didnt quite happen...but anyway
got up at 130 for more blankets...got 3...it was cold as shit...later learned 46 F. had 2 blankets beneath...slept in the silk sleep sack...3 on top, 1 as a pillow...today...5 days later...no bedbug bites evident...none the next am either.
my space was near the center beneath a mirrored ball...must have used this tent for a dance hall at some point. tried counting mirrored squares, rather than sheep or fat girls from new zealand to go to sleep, it worked.
also here met jenny and friends cindy and ??? from the south of france. jenny is in university at canterbury....she couldnt believe i was without blackberry or computer. she dropped the f-bomb a lot...we got along great
wish i had a tool she does...the thomas book current timetable for all trains in europe...gotta find one
i dont miss driving...nice to ride
i hate carrying a wallet..usually it is in the car and i only have my first citizens debit card in my pocket
the money belt is a pain, but , i feel necessarz for safty purposes. in it, call credit cards save 1, 2 blank checks, passport. franklin mills told me that wearing a money belt was like either wearing a girdle or a colostomy bag...girdle position works best for me. franklin and janet loaned me a book of translations...english to french, german or italian...has been most helpful
daddy...if zou are reading this...i think that if you had made me wear a 30 lb backpack at age 10 for a couple of weeks, you wouldnt have had to bug me about my posture.
potpurri
so far 558 photos...have been through, deleted some and have made notes in my journal so that i can recall what ive seen where
have itchz feet, trip 20% done, time is moving...want to see, experience, feel it all shopping...still no retail therapz...lots of tempations in florence, linen suits, shirts, great ties, silver...so far so good on that front...almost bought an incredible green tie...but other than a couple of funerals, have only worn a tie once since may 7...so it seems a total waste to buy a tie considering all in my closet collecting dust
ok. i dont understand the whole prayer candle thing. not sure if i told you or not..but after the big guy sent angelo to get me safely to ross and nonna, i determined to light candles in prayers of thanksgiving...rather than requests during my journey. some candles are votives...in red or clear plastic, an occasional one in glass, some in cheap tin foil...like muffin pans, others in tapers...some skinny like those country candles that people used to hang over a duck in their kitchen windows about 20 years ago, others more traditional but in different lengths, 10, 12, 14 inches. costs-offerings, vary as well...most often, 1 euro, sometimes though .40, .80, 1.50, and an astronomical 5 euro for a larger-3 in in glass jar type-at the cathedral in monte carlo. how to choose....spend more and get a better, faster response from God? i must admit that at a church with. 40 euro, i only had .30 in change and went ahead...but since more often than not i give a euro and often thats more than the suggested, hopefullz my tally will work out with the lords accountant.
on nuns. they were everywhere in rome...like ants. all siyes, ages and more variety in habits....cream, white, blue, navz, black, brown...headcoverings and necklaces varied as well. most, old and young alike, wear sensible, grandma style hosiery, so if they in fact have sexy feet, you damn sure cant tell. some wear nice watches...but appear to wear no makeup at all...surely the Lord would appreciate a little lancome...could that really hurt anything
on priests...saw a ton in rome the am i went for a run...virtually all overweight...do they do nothing but pray and eat
want to hear some great organ music during this trip
have itchz feet, trip 20% done, time is moving...want to see, experience, feel it all shopping...still no retail therapz...lots of tempations in florence, linen suits, shirts, great ties, silver...so far so good on that front...almost bought an incredible green tie...but other than a couple of funerals, have only worn a tie once since may 7...so it seems a total waste to buy a tie considering all in my closet collecting dust
ok. i dont understand the whole prayer candle thing. not sure if i told you or not..but after the big guy sent angelo to get me safely to ross and nonna, i determined to light candles in prayers of thanksgiving...rather than requests during my journey. some candles are votives...in red or clear plastic, an occasional one in glass, some in cheap tin foil...like muffin pans, others in tapers...some skinny like those country candles that people used to hang over a duck in their kitchen windows about 20 years ago, others more traditional but in different lengths, 10, 12, 14 inches. costs-offerings, vary as well...most often, 1 euro, sometimes though .40, .80, 1.50, and an astronomical 5 euro for a larger-3 in in glass jar type-at the cathedral in monte carlo. how to choose....spend more and get a better, faster response from God? i must admit that at a church with. 40 euro, i only had .30 in change and went ahead...but since more often than not i give a euro and often thats more than the suggested, hopefullz my tally will work out with the lords accountant.
on nuns. they were everywhere in rome...like ants. all siyes, ages and more variety in habits....cream, white, blue, navz, black, brown...headcoverings and necklaces varied as well. most, old and young alike, wear sensible, grandma style hosiery, so if they in fact have sexy feet, you damn sure cant tell. some wear nice watches...but appear to wear no makeup at all...surely the Lord would appreciate a little lancome...could that really hurt anything
on priests...saw a ton in rome the am i went for a run...virtually all overweight...do they do nothing but pray and eat
want to hear some great organ music during this trip
florence...
hopefully by the am i will be up to date... missed the us cemetery in florence...totally forgot about it
walked the entire city...very doable...30 min from train to hostel santa monica...with 6 dorm rooms with 22 beds each... wash own dishes in communal kitchen...macey paynter wouldnt have liked that.....who knows who ate off of it last...had a salad with proscutto, cheese and a bottle of wine, just over 8 euro...good deal
accamedia...glad i had an advance ticket and avoided the line...still crowded at 130...i mean 1330 pm...ed went at 9 and said it was virtuallz empty. michaelanglo is the star here..his unfinished prisoners-slaves unbelievable...as if thez were trzing to break free from the stone--chains´´they were in. it is hard to put david into wards. i had always thought of this work as just another naked guy...not so...very powerful...not just another statue with his junk on display. michaelangelos attention to detail...veins in hands and legs...cuticles of finernails, chips of toenails, musculature...is really beyond belief...and while david was 26, michaelangelo was in his 60s i think...he lived to be 89...and the piece of marble the statue was carved from had been rejected as imperfect or inadequate by 2 sculptors prior to m. its truly a shame that this work has been commercialized to a point of ridicule...ie aprons of the body...thats not what this statue is about.
museum of san marco..15th centurz monastary with walls decorated with fresco including the 43 sells...pretty impressive church of san lorenyo...facade is ugly as unfinished...pope leo x pulled the plug on the cash...michaelangleo had worked on it for 4 yrs
walked the entire city...very doable...30 min from train to hostel santa monica...with 6 dorm rooms with 22 beds each... wash own dishes in communal kitchen...macey paynter wouldnt have liked that.....who knows who ate off of it last...had a salad with proscutto, cheese and a bottle of wine, just over 8 euro...good deal
accamedia...glad i had an advance ticket and avoided the line...still crowded at 130...i mean 1330 pm...ed went at 9 and said it was virtuallz empty. michaelanglo is the star here..his unfinished prisoners-slaves unbelievable...as if thez were trzing to break free from the stone--chains´´they were in. it is hard to put david into wards. i had always thought of this work as just another naked guy...not so...very powerful...not just another statue with his junk on display. michaelangelos attention to detail...veins in hands and legs...cuticles of finernails, chips of toenails, musculature...is really beyond belief...and while david was 26, michaelangelo was in his 60s i think...he lived to be 89...and the piece of marble the statue was carved from had been rejected as imperfect or inadequate by 2 sculptors prior to m. its truly a shame that this work has been commercialized to a point of ridicule...ie aprons of the body...thats not what this statue is about.
museum of san marco..15th centurz monastary with walls decorated with fresco including the 43 sells...pretty impressive church of san lorenyo...facade is ugly as unfinished...pope leo x pulled the plug on the cash...michaelangleo had worked on it for 4 yrs
day 15 of 51
ok, so today is saturday, august 7, in the zear of our lord, 2010...daz 15 of 51
i cannot tell you how much it means to have friends following this blog and checking in either with emails, facebooks, or comments here...family...lifelong friends and new ones too
the past week has been very hectic...and i am of course behind...i know that i tend to ramble...anne harris told me in a facebook message a few minutes ago that shes enjoying mz rambles...well...more to come...i am about 20 pages in my journal behind in updating the blog...so here it goes...and what i dont finish in the am...may be several days because i am planning to take several overnight trains in a row...but that of course may change by morning.
also...while in oberammagau had difficulties with internet...had sent some posts to my email which i just uploaded...but a big chunk didnt make it...so that will come later as well.
1050 pm monday, 8-2
now on train 6 today heading to vernona, italy...hoping to get overnight to munich
lesson learned..when you know where you want to go...go ahead and make the danged plans
couldnt get anything into swityerland from montecarlo and and missed by just a few minutes train to nice which couldve connected
decided to go to milan...more trains there and truly thought the girl at the ticket counter was an idiot
determined on the way to milan to go to paris via overnight....waited in line 40 minutes...told had to get on train...to late to buy in teh station..where the hell am i...washington national airport
probably should have gone to paris from monte carlo
then realiyed overnight from verona to munich...too late to buy so jumped train at 1030 to verona...then hoped and prayed for spot on 1 am to munich
sat in compartment with 2 great milanese...not married...at least not to each other....and ok, not traveling togetzher either...we were just all in the same compartment
luigi...soccer league president, 12 squads, 12 yr olds...funny as shit...said i was fat...honest too i guess
marina...professor of biology at universitz.l..had done workshops at duke...she served as translator
great conversations
glad i brought a tide stick...quicklz removed ink stain from khaki shorts as i dont know when i will have another bidet-washing machien
didnt need my passport to enter or leave monoco...but did need it for the casino
8-4
the trip mondaz night was from hell...did make train to munich...got a lower berth with a mother and son heading back to amsterdam...they did not offer me any weed...hahahaha
no one came and checked tickets so effectivelz i guess i bummed the ride...though i do have of course the global eurail pass...a hobo if you will...glad i didnt have to jump the train
arrived no problems at 630 in munich...am...spent some time in internet cafe trying to catch up on blog...made some...not enough...headway
took subwaz to dracau...first o the nayi concentration camps on the site of a former munitions factory from wwi. when camp first started, locals glad for jobs, later, horrified taht their town would forever be linked to the terror which took place there.
it is designated todaz as teh dracau concentration camp and memorial site. when you enter the main gate, it appears as a fortress, heavy, menacing iron gates...once inside with a 180 degree veiw of most of the camp, firs thought was...how could all the torture, starvation, sickness and death have happened here? it looks like a park...you can almost imagine having a picnic...in some ways...was quiet...gorgeous trees..........but then...it sinks in...it did happen here...all due to he twisted, perverted demeaner of one sick jerk ...wanted to use another word...but my nephews and nieces are reading this...hitler and his s.s. ...and then you just want to vomit till there is nothing left but dry heaves.
dachau...pronounced duck-cau
at times the emotions were overwhelming...while i photographed some areas...i chose not to take shots of the dorms, locker rooms, crematoriums, gas chamber...ironically never used here...just didnt feel it appropriate
this was one site i was particularly glad i was alone on...something like this you dont need to be with others...or in a tour group...deal with the enormity of it alone
it is incomprehensible that hitler was allowed to take people...just because of who they were...not only jews, but priests, gays, gypsies, and POWs and submt them to medical experiments, starvation, slave labor, torture and ultimately execution
a friend recentlz told me of someone close to him who was subjected to medical experimentation bz the nazis in a concentration camp...she lived to be in her 80s...imagine living with those memories for so many years...how does one do it...forgetting...forgiveness...therapy
another recent story of a friend whose uncle was captured at normandy, spent the rest of the war in a camp...but made it out and lived a full life, never speaking of his experiences. remember, ross´s grandfather lived but 2 years after his experiences in a camp.
as they passed through the gates, prisoners were absolutely powerless to help themselves...stripped of property, rights, humility and became a number
with the camps, the nazis formed a reserve of labor...many needef for arms products. bmw also leased prisoners for airplain engine production...i wasnt clear if bmw used them as schindler did ...to try to save them...or rather as the japanese did our boys from bataan. side note...imagine that...when i toured walter reed hospital, the generators were made by mitsubishi which powered the hospital...i guess the army has either forgiven the company or forgotten.
while exiting the chapel, i tripped and fell in the gravel...no injuries...but as i was getting up, i thought, if, as a prisoner, i had fallen like this, accidently, perhaps while moving stones or some other chore, i likely would have been executed right there...shot dead as 4 o´clock, simply for falling
the grave of the unkown is quite beautiful...simple....with a wooden cross in a lush, green setting with moss growing from the arms of it...and a simple marble marker.
dachau left me emotionally and physically exhaused...took a gray line tour of the citz rather than hoofing it...hated to miss strolling around munichs central park nude but it was raining and no one was out...should have done it anyway...needed a shower
saw mainlz what i wanted to see form the coach
church of our lady with its twin domes
english garden
royal residence and garden
nymphenburg palace
and more
left george in a locker at the station and took day pack only to my home for the night, the tent.
i cannot tell you how much it means to have friends following this blog and checking in either with emails, facebooks, or comments here...family...lifelong friends and new ones too
the past week has been very hectic...and i am of course behind...i know that i tend to ramble...anne harris told me in a facebook message a few minutes ago that shes enjoying mz rambles...well...more to come...i am about 20 pages in my journal behind in updating the blog...so here it goes...and what i dont finish in the am...may be several days because i am planning to take several overnight trains in a row...but that of course may change by morning.
also...while in oberammagau had difficulties with internet...had sent some posts to my email which i just uploaded...but a big chunk didnt make it...so that will come later as well.
1050 pm monday, 8-2
now on train 6 today heading to vernona, italy...hoping to get overnight to munich
lesson learned..when you know where you want to go...go ahead and make the danged plans
couldnt get anything into swityerland from montecarlo and and missed by just a few minutes train to nice which couldve connected
decided to go to milan...more trains there and truly thought the girl at the ticket counter was an idiot
determined on the way to milan to go to paris via overnight....waited in line 40 minutes...told had to get on train...to late to buy in teh station..where the hell am i...washington national airport
probably should have gone to paris from monte carlo
then realiyed overnight from verona to munich...too late to buy so jumped train at 1030 to verona...then hoped and prayed for spot on 1 am to munich
sat in compartment with 2 great milanese...not married...at least not to each other....and ok, not traveling togetzher either...we were just all in the same compartment
luigi...soccer league president, 12 squads, 12 yr olds...funny as shit...said i was fat...honest too i guess
marina...professor of biology at universitz.l..had done workshops at duke...she served as translator
great conversations
glad i brought a tide stick...quicklz removed ink stain from khaki shorts as i dont know when i will have another bidet-washing machien
didnt need my passport to enter or leave monoco...but did need it for the casino
8-4
the trip mondaz night was from hell...did make train to munich...got a lower berth with a mother and son heading back to amsterdam...they did not offer me any weed...hahahaha
no one came and checked tickets so effectivelz i guess i bummed the ride...though i do have of course the global eurail pass...a hobo if you will...glad i didnt have to jump the train
arrived no problems at 630 in munich...am...spent some time in internet cafe trying to catch up on blog...made some...not enough...headway
took subwaz to dracau...first o the nayi concentration camps on the site of a former munitions factory from wwi. when camp first started, locals glad for jobs, later, horrified taht their town would forever be linked to the terror which took place there.
it is designated todaz as teh dracau concentration camp and memorial site. when you enter the main gate, it appears as a fortress, heavy, menacing iron gates...once inside with a 180 degree veiw of most of the camp, firs thought was...how could all the torture, starvation, sickness and death have happened here? it looks like a park...you can almost imagine having a picnic...in some ways...was quiet...gorgeous trees..........but then...it sinks in...it did happen here...all due to he twisted, perverted demeaner of one sick jerk ...wanted to use another word...but my nephews and nieces are reading this...hitler and his s.s. ...and then you just want to vomit till there is nothing left but dry heaves.
dachau...pronounced duck-cau
at times the emotions were overwhelming...while i photographed some areas...i chose not to take shots of the dorms, locker rooms, crematoriums, gas chamber...ironically never used here...just didnt feel it appropriate
this was one site i was particularly glad i was alone on...something like this you dont need to be with others...or in a tour group...deal with the enormity of it alone
it is incomprehensible that hitler was allowed to take people...just because of who they were...not only jews, but priests, gays, gypsies, and POWs and submt them to medical experiments, starvation, slave labor, torture and ultimately execution
a friend recentlz told me of someone close to him who was subjected to medical experimentation bz the nazis in a concentration camp...she lived to be in her 80s...imagine living with those memories for so many years...how does one do it...forgetting...forgiveness...therapy
another recent story of a friend whose uncle was captured at normandy, spent the rest of the war in a camp...but made it out and lived a full life, never speaking of his experiences. remember, ross´s grandfather lived but 2 years after his experiences in a camp.
as they passed through the gates, prisoners were absolutely powerless to help themselves...stripped of property, rights, humility and became a number
with the camps, the nazis formed a reserve of labor...many needef for arms products. bmw also leased prisoners for airplain engine production...i wasnt clear if bmw used them as schindler did ...to try to save them...or rather as the japanese did our boys from bataan. side note...imagine that...when i toured walter reed hospital, the generators were made by mitsubishi which powered the hospital...i guess the army has either forgiven the company or forgotten.
while exiting the chapel, i tripped and fell in the gravel...no injuries...but as i was getting up, i thought, if, as a prisoner, i had fallen like this, accidently, perhaps while moving stones or some other chore, i likely would have been executed right there...shot dead as 4 o´clock, simply for falling
the grave of the unkown is quite beautiful...simple....with a wooden cross in a lush, green setting with moss growing from the arms of it...and a simple marble marker.
dachau left me emotionally and physically exhaused...took a gray line tour of the citz rather than hoofing it...hated to miss strolling around munichs central park nude but it was raining and no one was out...should have done it anyway...needed a shower
saw mainlz what i wanted to see form the coach
church of our lady with its twin domes
english garden
royal residence and garden
nymphenburg palace
and more
left george in a locker at the station and took day pack only to my home for the night, the tent.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
shopping, candles, nuns and more
so far 558 photos...have been through, deleted some and have made notes in my journal so that i can recall what ive seen where
have itchz feet, trip 20% done, time is moving...want to see, experience, feel it all
shopping...still no retail therapz...lots of tempations in florence, linen suits, shirts, great ties, silver...so far so good on that front...almost bought an incredible green tie...but other than a couple of funerals, have only worn a tie once since may 7...so it seems a total waste to buy a tie considering all in my closet collecting dust
ok. i dont understand the whole prayer candle thing. not sure if i told you or not..but after the big guy sent angelo to get me safely to ross and nonna, i determined to light candles in prayers of thanksgiving...rather than requests during my journey. some candles are votives...in red or clear plastic, an occasional one in glass, some in cheap tin foil...like muffin pans, others in tapers...some skinny like those country candles that people used to hang over a duck in their kitchen windows about 20 years ago, others more traditional but in different lengths, 10, 12, 14 inches. costs-offerings, vary as well...most often, 1 euro, sometimes though .40, .80, 1.50, and an astronomical 5 euro for a larger-3 in in glass jar type-at the cathedral in monte carlo. how to choose....spend more and get a better, faster response from God? i must admit that at a church with. 40 euro, i only had .30 in change and went ahead...but since more often than not i give a euro and often thats more than the suggested, hopefullz my tally will work out with the lords accountant.
on nuns. they were everywhere in rome...like ants. all siyes, ages and more variety in habits....cream, white, blue, navz, black, brown...headcoverings and necklaces varied as well. most, old and young alike, wear sensible, grandma style hosiery
have itchz feet, trip 20% done, time is moving...want to see, experience, feel it all
shopping...still no retail therapz...lots of tempations in florence, linen suits, shirts, great ties, silver...so far so good on that front...almost bought an incredible green tie...but other than a couple of funerals, have only worn a tie once since may 7...so it seems a total waste to buy a tie considering all in my closet collecting dust
ok. i dont understand the whole prayer candle thing. not sure if i told you or not..but after the big guy sent angelo to get me safely to ross and nonna, i determined to light candles in prayers of thanksgiving...rather than requests during my journey. some candles are votives...in red or clear plastic, an occasional one in glass, some in cheap tin foil...like muffin pans, others in tapers...some skinny like those country candles that people used to hang over a duck in their kitchen windows about 20 years ago, others more traditional but in different lengths, 10, 12, 14 inches. costs-offerings, vary as well...most often, 1 euro, sometimes though .40, .80, 1.50, and an astronomical 5 euro for a larger-3 in in glass jar type-at the cathedral in monte carlo. how to choose....spend more and get a better, faster response from God? i must admit that at a church with. 40 euro, i only had .30 in change and went ahead...but since more often than not i give a euro and often thats more than the suggested, hopefullz my tally will work out with the lords accountant.
on nuns. they were everywhere in rome...like ants. all siyes, ages and more variety in habits....cream, white, blue, navz, black, brown...headcoverings and necklaces varied as well. most, old and young alike, wear sensible, grandma style hosiery
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