When the gypsy wanted a fight and the wind blew us away.

It’s been a week and I’m almost turning my mind to other matters.
Last Saturday, about 280 ex-Maroubra Bay High School students crowded into the Vista Room, high above Randwick Race Course, here, in Sydney.
(You’ll get a nose-bleed, someone who directed me, jokingly said.)
I know you won’t like this description, because, After all! I’m just a man! Thank you, Tammy Wynette.
But!! It was ALMOST like giving birth. (O.K. It wasn’t!)
The lead-up was quite long and sometimes rather painful but the event was such a fantastic surprise and we had not really known what it would be like!
A large proportion of these people who attended had gone to school together, in Maroubra, by the bay, for nine to twelve years. ( The primary and high school were next to each other for 31 years. )
But, like a significant number of fellow ex-students, I’d arrived from another country, via another school. (Again the giving-birth analogy: In 1959, the new Maroubra Bay High School, evolved, being largely filled with staff and students from South Sydney Boys Junior High, in Randwick.)
To cut a long introduction short, it made me think of how great it would be if I could meet up with Imme!
And her younger sister, Karin.
After last Saturday’s reunion, and while adjusting the mbhs59.ning.com website, I came across, not un-accidentally MY class photo, of MY primary school, in Gouda, the Netherlands and focused on the face of the little girl I used to walk to school with.
She was pretty and intelligent. I know she had to be because on the front door of the houseboat, in which her family lived, her father’s name had the letters Ir, after it. (Engineer)
Her face brought back, among others, these scenes, stored in the folder, marked: Memories of Gouda, in my brain. ………
Us walking home from school, past the old people’s home, near where she and her sister, Karin, lived and Imme explaining things to me, patiently, clearly, about Friesland.
Us, on another day, in the same location, being confronted by a gypsy boy, who said, in Dutch of course, something like: Go on! I’ll have you on!
But who ran away, when a policeman, on a bicycle, luckily, just happened to be pedalling past.
Us, on another day, walking home from having our names written down in The Golden Book, at the behest of our public school, teacher (promising never to touch alcohol), and finding ourselves buffered by strong winds and drizzle.
We were 10 years old and I like to think that that was when Mother Nature said to me: You are the boy and you need to look after Imme!
Much later me, walking through the little street, that led up to her houseboat, (Not long before, one day it suddenly was no longer there) , staying on the other side of the street and being sung a message, in a way that has happened twice more, in my life.
Imme and her girlfriends were using a long skipping rope and they were jumping through it while singing: Imme, heb jij je Jopie lief? (Imme. Do you love Jo?) And the answer was No.

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When the gypsy wanted a fight and the wind blew us away. by 

On March 7, 2009, about 280 ex-MBHS students, sat and stood together, in a room adjusted to be just big enough to hold them, and reminisced.
It took me back to the first girl that I liked (loved?) for her beauty and her brain. (We were 9 or 10 years old.)

In 1969, I enrolled in the “Art Teachers Conversion Course”. It was my first experience of formal art lessons. Soon other interests prevailed, until, I had lunch, in Hazelhurst and then enjoyed the art classes there. Culminating in my exhibition, in 2008.

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  • chasingsooz
    chasingsoozalmost 6 years ago

    What a lovely picture of childhood you painted with your words. As always, a joy to read your memories.

  • Thanks, Sooz. I’ve probably repeated myself, even here but……Waar het hart vol van is, loopt de mond van over!
    (What the heart is full of, the mouth runs over.)

    – MrJoop

  • majo
    majoalmost 6 years ago

    Ja was natuurlijk een mooier antwoord maar
    nee is toch veel dramatischer.


  • Dank je, Majo. Zoals ik begon, met dat verhaal: Gek hoe sommige situaties, scenes, je bij blijven.

    – MrJoop

  • coffeetea
    coffeeteaalmost 6 years ago

    such sweet story :))) lovely girl. mooi!! elegant !

  • Above my class, in those years, in class conscious Holland, Susan. They ate with a fork and a knife!

    – MrJoop

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