The Dutch Aunt married in Kings Cross.( Seniors only)

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Faithful readers might remember a period when I was working for De Rotterdamse Bank, Bij-Kantoor Middenweg, Amsterdam South, as the book-keeper. It all happened during my first trip back to Holland around 1961/62 or so. A few years after my parents migrated to Australia. I wanted to work in an office wearing a suit and carrying an attaché briefcase to and fro work on the tram. It was also thought that my school friendships of the past could be resurrected. There was also the hope it might be possible to find a ‘good woman/girl.’ (I had already met ‘good woman’, but little did I know, but of that later.)

Prior to my first return to Holland and still in Australia, the search for first romantic liaisons had resulted in a piquant but dangerous episode with a large Maltese woman who was married to a nice butcher who kept a loaded shotgun in their marital wardrobe. While this episode solved some of my curiosities about the opposite sex, it wasn’t really all that edifying. The seduction came from her side, giving me a rather weak excuse. It happened while watching the epic ‘Bonanza’ with Ben Cartwright’s three sons chasing bad cowboys on galloping horses going around and around the same set of rocks. It was breathtaking in its audacity. The husband was sitting opposite! I was sure it wasn’t a reflection of Maltese cultural standards. I am so lucky to have survived. ( Dutch migrant shot dead while watching Bonanza!)

I was trying to make the best of my stay in Amsterdam, and lived with an uncle I never heard of. The poor man was permanently red in the face with anger about his former wife whom his was divorced from for many years. He also had cancer in his shoulder. He loved my chili meat patties which was nothing more than minced meat mixed with bread and lots of sambal. He felt it would burn his cancer away and cure him. It did not and he died a few months after I had left to live in Italy.

There were lonely times too, which my ‘good’ Aunt Agnes relieved somewhat by inviting me over to her place on Surinamer Plein, Amsterdam not far from the angry uncle. It was on one of those visits that she introduced me to one of her best friends who lived at the same address. It was a multi story building housing single women only. It is proof of the well developed social conscience of the Dutch that good housing is provided for all groups including single women. I never thought much of it and accepted that good social housing was the norm.

Aunt Agnes’s friend’s name was Rieta van de Meer. Also a retired teacher and never married. But, and here comes Rieta’s amazing story. On a holiday in Norway in the bus doing the rounds of Fjords and snow-capped mountains around Bergen, the Cupid angel of romance had shot it’s arrow inside this bus. She met a retired Australian farmer. He turned out to be the epitome of the jovial, easy going Australian. A barrel of laughter and lightness. Easy come easy go. The original larrikin of the ‘no worries’ man from the bush.

He was divorced too but not an ounce of rancour or bitter heart. He was also well retired, not short of a quid. Helvi and I met this jovial man a few years after Rieta and the ex-farmer married and living in Australia. She played the piano and both lived in an apartment in King’s Cross-Sydney, for many years. The hub of life and Continental excitement. It was obvious they both shone in each other’s company. He was a lot older and sadly going blind. She worked hard at making the best of it. I remember my parents visiting all of us and grandchildren in Australia meeting up with the happy couple. She was on the floor trying to hack open a can of something with a hammer and chisel. My Mum couldn’t understand the trouble she was going through. Rieta just laughed and said it amused her husband watching her trying to open the can. A kind of challenge.

It is never too late for joy and happiness.

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8 Responses to “The Dutch Aunt married in Kings Cross.( Seniors only)”

  1. Yvonne Says:

    Now, she was a blithe spirit, that Aunt.

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  2. shoreacres Says:

    That story of Rieta trying to open the can brings back my mother’s tale of visiting her aunt, and being allowed to sit in the back yard with her cousins, happily breaking up vinyl records (78s, of course) with a hammer. She couldn’t remember much about it — the whys and wherefores. But Rilla never had married, and had no kids, so she usually was fun to be around, allowing the kids to do things their parents never would allow.

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  3. gerard oosterman Says:

    My mother was forever going on about that episode of Rieta on the floor hacking away at this can. She thought she needed a can-opener and that the husband wasn’t providing this tool. That was not the point though. It was just the hilarity of the situation. My mother had trouble with humour and was much too practical to accept silliness. My dad was perfect for her because he was somewhat the opposite.
    Aunt Agnes, Mum’s sister, was both practical but could also easily laugh at banter and over the top situations/humour. Best of all, she could laugh at herself.
    This is outside the subject, but Yvonne provided a link to a report that Holland is now faced with empty prisons. The criminals are responding to better treatments and options to change their lives.

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  4. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    I can identify with the kids breaking up old 78s. When taking care of two active grandsons I often set them the task of collecting snails from the garden in a quart jar, then taking them to a remote area and doing a war dance on the poor things. I regret that I had no sympathy for the slimy creatures, but they should not have eaten my plants. I have often been known to hack away at the strong plastic containers they package vegetables in. They are impossible to open and I usually give up and toss them.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Opening packaging is also one of those things that makes one want to strangle an inventor of packaging. Where do they hide.?
      Meat gets now packed in vacuum sealed casings so strong, people take courses in demolishing sub-marines with EXOCET or SAM rockets.
      A group of elderly ladies that I sometimes share a card game with, told me they are doing kick boxing as a result of strong packaging.

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