Past, present and costumes…
Time is such a strange thing… one day the hours seem to fly you by and
on another day a minute seems to last forever. I know it all depends on
your mood and activities, but don’t you never stop and wonder where
the days went?
Time seems to speed up as one gets older – I actually read a book once
that explains this phenomenon: Waarom het leven sneller gaat als je
ouder wordt – Douwe Draaisma (Why life speeds up as you get older -
I was thinking about ‘time’ when I woke up this morning.
Friday? Already? Where did this week go?
Next, I stumbled upon this photo that was taken approximately around
1970 – it shows a view on the main street of the small village I grew up.
In fact, there were only 4 streets (and one alleyway) in this hamlet
that had only 800 inhabitants- including the farmers that lived in
farms in the surroundings. I was six years old in the Summer of ’70.
My parents still live in the same house in the same village and yes,
things changed there too of course. New houses were build.
New streets were constructed. Still whenever I visit; the main street
looks more or less the same – leading to the cafe and the small square
with the church in the middle. Even women in traditional costumes
can be seen – although they have become rare.
Oh, which reminds me of this photo… I think you will like the
giggle I’m about to offer you… ready for this?
Yep! That’s me on the left and an old photo of my great-grandmother
on the right. She wore the ‘Zeeland’ traditional costume all her life…
I put on the costume just once, for the photo, but the resemblance
struck me right when I looked in the mirror.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh – my hometown…
Even after all these years, a lot of people greet me when I walk through
the village. They knew me as a child, they used to play with me or their
children played with me. They know ‘from whom I am the daughter’
and when they are not sure, they ask ‘are you one of H., E. or J.?
(E. and J. being my uncles.)
I love visiting my hometown and when I’m there, time stands still.
Haiku My Heart
|mijn dorp in de zon
er verandert niet zoveel
een vrouw fietst voorbij
|hamlet in the sun
nothing changes around here
a woman passes by
‘Haiku my Heart Friday’ is hosted by the wonderful Rebecca.
Visit her blog to find a list of the other participants: Recuerda Mi Corazon
OK – before I get all sentimental here… let me show you some
of the pieces I made recently.
Happy mail-art for my niece and nephew.
Card for Lisa (front and back)
Card for Eine (front and back)
… and last week’s Chronicles
The photo (cut out of a magazine) on this first spread made me think:
‘Spadoman!’ I’m sure you look just like this when you hit the roads Joe!
The Chronicles of Marit 2012 – Week 30
Next spread was inspired by yet another haiku-lover: Lea.
She wrote a ‘pink post’ last week, and I’d just painted my pages pink when I read that post. So hereby I dedicate this page to you Lea! (and yes, Lea and I are Absolutely Fabulous when we are together, aren’t we dear?)
The Chronicles of Marit 2012 – Week 31
I wish you all a happy weekend dear ones.
Make time to create.
Make time to smell the roses and
have a good TIME!