We both came aged about 12. We both became teachers. (At Mascot P.S..)

Another group of Japanese students, from Sydney University was doing a tour of some locations, in Sydney’s outer western suburbs, where something could be learnt about the ethnic input into the Australian community. The Dutch Shop, ( " ‘tWinkeltje’ " ) was, once again part of that excursion.
It was Wednesday, 29 December, and as, now, the chairman of the D.A.C.C., I felt responsible for welcoming them to the section of Holland House, behind the Dutch Shop, where the Dutch Australian Cultural Centre is located.
With that ‘duty’ on my mind, I opened up the D.A.C.C., and settled down to play my piano accordion, wondering what I could tell them, when they’d come at 1:15 p.m…
Two ladies walked in. They’d spoken to the previous chairman, now treasurer of the D.A.C.C., and believed that we mi…

"But you can't!!" (......go back).

Months of quiet, calm retirement and, SUDDENLY, too much to do!
37 years I taught primary school children.
I repeat that so often now.
In my fifth year of teaching it all came to a first plateau!
At Riverstone P.S., my first appointment, 1964-1966, I’d found my feet. The executives there had got used to my Dutch-ways of doing things and come to appreciate my input in art, dance, music, etc.. (A pity that soccer wasn’t the go there. It would have been perfect.)
The next and fourth year ( 9 hours’ drive away from home, in a one-teacher-school ) was like a baptism of fire; like walking on hot coals.
Sydney was too far away and I awoke in fright. The kids were great but the majority of the towns-folk were not impressed.
There was no running water. No electricity and three times, I changed accom…

"The school children-- Australia-wide- must be taught the truth about the events that preceded settlement in 1788 instead of the myths concocted by the colonisers."

I question that statement, on page 13, of the current Holland Focus magazine, that “The school children— Australia-wide- must be taught the truth about the events that preceded settlement in 1788 instead of the myths concocted by the colonisers.”
School children – Australia-wide- must be taught how to SEEK OUT the FACTS and be taught the skills to assess the validity of the information found.
“De beste stuurlui staan aan wal,” ( it says on a Delft blue tile that my aunt brought to me, here in Sydney, from Gouda, in 1974.) (Literally translated: The best navigators stand on the shore. They think they know it all but couldn’t actually carry it out themselves.)
Let teachers teach pupils SKILLS.
When shock-jocks first came on air, in Sydney, many, many years ago (Dear old Eric Baume. …

The mystery of The Stolen Prince, caused a sleepless night!

In 1957, I spoke little English and therefore I was cast as the Chinese wife and mother in the play: “The Stolen Prince, a fantasy, in one act, by Dan Totheroh."
The next year, still at the South Sydney Boys Junior High School, I was cast as a butler, with one line to remember (announcing the visitor’s arrival), and the year after that we’d been transferred to the brand-new Maroubra Bay High School, and I was cast as Nepomuuck ( Higgins’ former student, a translator, and self-proclaimed master linguist, in Pygmalion,) because I still had a strong Dutch accent ( and an Hungarian accent should supposedly come easily to me!!!!).
How subtle and thoughtful some! of our English teachers were not at these schools (Most of the staff transferred with us, from S.S.B.J.H.S., to Maroubra Bay.)

The beautiful game - football ( played by kicking the ball, with the foot).

During the winter. in the late forties, early fifties, every alternate Saturday, my father and I would join the men, on the dike, walking towards the grounds, of the Football Club, called Gouda.
My mother would wait for us, at her parents’ place.
Looking up from my grandparents’ house towards that dike, please imagine one of those old black and white movies in which a whole bunch of people, walk steadily along, viewed from below, against a backdrop of grey, wintery skies.

I must have been about six or seven because I only remember legs. Lots of them and looking up at my father, in his element, chatting away to the men around him. smiling.
Not quite marching but all needing to walk at about the same pace.
Then, at the grounds, we children were allowed to crawl through the legs of the spect…

I am Ozcloggie, MrJoop, Joop Mul and Jo Mulholland (Was Mr M.)

 Gosh! Filmstars and authors and others have done it, why can’t I? …

When I was born, I was named: Johannes Martien Mul. Named after my father who was named after his father and an aunt. My father’s name: Johannes Maria, which he always, right to the end, at 92, felt he had to justify. Like that song of years ago, about: My Name is Sue. To make it a little less feminine, he spelt it: Marie.

We come from a long line of Johanneses, which I SHOULD have changed to John (like my father did) when we came to live in Australia, in 1956. 

But, after I changed my last name, from Mul to Mulholland, I also went for: Jo (because that’s the name my father was known by, in every day life.</div>

Are you still with me? 

After I arrived, as a 12-year-old, in Sydney, I first concentrated hard on learning En

Practical art - Mighty Car Mods, presenters, Moog and Marty, meet Tarek Serougi.

“If people love your artwork …..that’s success for me, whether it’s something tiny or as great as this.”
“I always looked at design as more of an artwork rather than an engineered construction.”
“The greatest thing for me – the final battle – is to see a crowd around that car. The more people that look at it, the more that I get recognised.”
Tarek Serougi.

Love the enthusiasm and the cross-over between visual arts and practical engineering!

4444! What a nice set of digits!!!

I’ll be forever grateful to the young lady who made this video.
On the night of the opening of my exhibition, I did not realise that this would turn out to be such a great record of the celebration of my 65th birthday.
It was only by chance, that, some time later, I came across it on YouTube.
Thank you also to all those people who have taken the time to view it!!!!

Say Cheese and mean Gouda, as you smile.

I was born in Gouda and lived the first 10+ years in a neighbourhood, called the Korte Akkeren (= Short Acres) where in the distant past peat was dug up for fuel.
Very much considered a ’ working-class ’ area (and proud of it), when I lived there, I have been sad to see, ever since I connected to the internet, that in those streets, in particular, there have been (ethnic) problems and, some years ago, I was particularly surprised to see that the public, primary school that I attended and loved so much, was being used to call the residents together for meetings to try and ease these tensions.
I found these, on YouTube:
Years later, in December 2009, I attended the annual lighting of the Christmas Tree, in front of the town hall (again – I’d first done that one my first visit back, 40 years …

Mighty proud.....

O.K.. I have nothing to do with this modified car, except that, apart from my t-shirt matching the flame on the car, I am related to one of the up-and-coming mighty modifiers making merry via the medium that is youtube …who modified this car.

Of their meteoric rise from uploading a video, for fun, ( To see if a car could take them back to the future .) says:
From a single video that was made for fun to Youtube videos and a full on website. Mighty Car Mods have made DIY tuning videos entertaining for all audiences. Their irrelevant sense of humour, that lend to videos that are both quirky and informative, has won over legions of fans. But its built on a story of broken cars, many hours of hard work and an insane passion for tuning.

At the Tap Gallery - Event - Real Refuses - In case you didn't see it.

Found this message, elsewhere on RedBubble……..(Here’s part of it):
Saturday 10th April marks the 14th Anniversary of Australia’s largest Art “non” Event!
Real Refuses – where artists not selected for the ARCHIBALD, WYNNE, SULMAN, and DOUG MORAN Art Prizes exhibit their work at TAP Gallery in Darlinghurst to win the popular “People’s Choice Award”, selected by the public on the night.
Real Refuses has become firmly established as part of the “Archibald Season”.
While it is an exhibition of rejected artwork, it is much more than that…
It is about giving a fair go to all the artists involved in Australia’s largest art events.
Not everyone can win an Archibald but here everyone can exhibit along side their peers. (You’ll find past winners of Australia’s biggest art prizes here as well!)

How green was my garden........

….Well! Backyard, anyway.
I’ve told this often before.
In 1972 when my parents and I moved here, there was nothing growing anywhere around the house (practically).
I planted lawn and shrubs and small trees and then lived elsewhere for some time.
My parents had lots of friends and there were also almost annually, visits of relatives from Holland.
Often there were many chairs out there and lots of cups of coffee and chatter.
When my children were little they were quite often minded here. They liked it here (too).
My father had never wanted to know plants but he wanted a tree in the middle of the yard, sothat when my children were much older, as he would be, they could sit under the shade.
He asked for such a tree, in the plant nursery and was sold nothing like that. It was a climber …

"An Englishman, An Irishman & An American walk into a

…..war-torn country."
That’s how “Someone Who’ll Watch Over Me” (by Frank McGuiness) is promoted and I was with them in there, when I attended the performance, which is an ionNIBIRU production.
I’m not a seasoned theatre-goer. Cannot give expert opinions on the production. What did happen was that, less than a week later I went to see another play, put on by possibly more experienced actors and it gave me something to measure by.
Possibly, a contributing factor was the fact that I’d decided to sit front-row but several times I wished that this had been something on t.v., and that I could have turned the volume down.
It made me realise that “Someone Who’ll Watch Over Me” was a much more gentle experience, even though it is on a much more serious subject.
Sure, that second play is a co…

"Coffee's always on.........."

Today it’s 50 years since Bob and Ron began to share their lives.
Ron is in hospital, at the moment. So celebrations will have to wait, for now.
Nostalgia Tour.
When I found the internet and I found myself retired slightly early, to be a carer, I began this addiction to the internet and was pleased to save so much on aerograms and rare phone calls to the Netherlands, by just being able to tell the Netherlanders about our lives in Sydney via the internet.
I began inviting Dutch visitors to Sydney, to drop in and start with a chat with my father, before returning them, usually, to wherever they were staying in Sydney, via the coast of Sydney, on what I began to call my " Nostalgia Tour ", showing them where we’d lived in the migrant hostel; gone swimming at La Perouse, Malabar, Maroubra, C…


1. What’s your favourite artistic tool or piece of equipment (past, present or dream)?
With biros I create very artistic doodles, during meetings. With a brush I love trying to be the new Renoir. With a pencil, I believe I’ve been the most artistic.
2. Which work are you most proud of and why?
My painting of Cobblers Beach pleases a bigger cross-section of viewers, than my favourite of Donna with the Rembrandt boys.
3. Which artwork by a fellow RB artist do you secretly wish you’d created and why?
On my way home”, by Hans Bax, I would have liked to have captured, it’s a photo, taken near my city of birth and reminds me of a favourite poem, read to me by my mother, when I was little, about Willow trees getting a haircut.
4.~ If you could learn any new creative skill or technique, what would …

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