{"id":7373,"date":"2012-07-11T08:05:31","date_gmt":"2012-07-11T07:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/blog\/?p=7373"},"modified":"2018-11-11T10:06:28","modified_gmt":"2018-11-11T09:06:28","slug":"buried-treasure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/blog\/buried-treasure\/","title":{"rendered":"Buried treasure"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Three years ago, Seth -from The Altered Page<\/em><\/a> – started an annual treasure
\nhunt. Buried Treasure is about digging deep to uncover some hidden gems.
\nThe premise is simple. Today, Wednesday July 11th, all participating bloggers
\nre-post one (or more) of their favorite posts that ever appeared on their blog.
\nYou can find the list of participants<\/a> on Seth’s blog. I’m one of them so here’s
\nmy ‘buried treasure’; a post from August 2nd, 2010 that is very personal and
\nvery dear to me.<\/p>\n

Why I am who I am<\/h2>\n

This is going to be a somewhat different post.
\nIt depends on you if you will notice the importance of it.<\/p>\n

You can look at it as just a post – a long post – and if you don’t feel like reading
\nyou just look at the layout I made for These are a Few of my Favorite Things<\/a>.
\n(The challenge was to scrap your favorite band) If you do that, you probably
\n“scan” the large amount of text that follows to see if your eye catches another
\nimportant word (which I don’t think will be the case) – then go to the comment
\nsection and type some nice words about what I made.
\nYou can do that. I have no problem with that.<\/p>\n

But this layout that I’m about to show you tells a whole story about me.
\nThere’s a lot of emotion in there and there’s a lot of growing up that you won’t
\nbe able to see if you don’t read the words that I wrote to go with it.
\nSo if you want to know me just a little bit better, deeper…
\nI recommend you take your time to read this post.
\nEven listen to the music.
\nWatch the bands.
\nBands you know,
\nbands you don’t know.<\/p>\n

I’m going to explain where it all came from.
\nI will lift a corner of the veil.
\nMY veil.
\nThis is how I grew up.
\nThis is part of why I became who I am today.<\/p>\n

..<\/p>\n

Here’s the layout I made.<\/p>\n

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(Used material: Plain white cardstock, alpha templates,\r\nblack marker, red Copic marker)<\/pre>\n
1970<\/strong>
\nA warm Summer day. A young woman sunbathing in her backyard.
\nShe has long, black hair. Her eyes are outlined with black eyeliner and she
\nwears a crocheted bikini. From where she lays, she can see her husband
\nstanding at the entrance of the antique shop they own.
\nHe wears jeans, a bright coloured shirt and he has a beard. He smiles.
\nShe hums along with the music that’s coming from the house.
\nThen, a little girl comes dancing from the house.
\n“Mom?”
\n“Yes dear”
\n“That music mom, who is that?”
\n“That’s a band called the Beatles honey”
\n“They sing in another language, don’t they?”
\n“Yes, that’s English”
\n“Do you know what it means, what they sing?”
\n“Yes sweetie, they sing “daar komt de zon” (here comes the sun)”
\n“I thought something like that already mommy. It sounds that way.
\nI really like this song!”
\n“That’s nice love, I do too”<\/p>\n
The little girl’s grown up now, but she clearly remembers the first time she
\nrealized that music, even though sung in a language that she didn’t understand,
\nconveys a certain emotion and tells a tale…
\nI am that little girl.<\/p>\n
On my layout: Beatles – Here comes the sun<\/a><\/p>\n
1971<\/strong>
\nOne year later and I am aware of music. I’m aware of radio.
\nSome music I like, some I don’t.
\nI understand the words when it’s in Dutch, but most songs are sung
\nin a language I don’t understand. English.
\nAnd then, one day, I hear a song on the radio in another language.
\nNot Dutch, but not English either. I can hear th\u00e1t much.
\nBut what’s most special: this is a popsong sung by kids!<\/p>\n
In the evening, I watch “Toppop” – a Dutch music show.
\nAnd there they are. Kids. Boys. French boys.
\nThere is a whole group of them!
\nThey are my age, they dress like I do – following the latest
\nfashion – and they have a hit record!
\nMy mom not only speaks English, but also a little French, and
\nshe helps me out with the words again.
\n“No, no, nothing changes. Everything, everything continues”<\/p>\n
On my layout: Les Poppys – Non, non, rien a changes<\/a><\/p>\n
1976<\/strong>
\nA new group hits the charts in Holland. A Scottish band.
\nFive young “lads” – barely older then I am. They wear clothes with
\ntartan piping along the pants. I’m just at the right age (and so is my friend
\n– Hi Lena!) to fall head over heals with these boys. From that moment on,
\nwe become BIG FANS. I wear tartan. I buy all their records. My teenage
\nroom is filled with posters. I keep scrapbooks. 7. (Yes, SEVEN!)<\/p>\n
On my layout: The Bay City Rollers – Bye Bye Baby<\/a><\/p>\n
1978
\n<\/strong>Halfway my teens. I go out on Saturday nights, I have dates and I take the
\nposters of the Bay City Rollers off the wall. They are sooooo “childish” and
\n“over” and “un cool.” I want to be cool! I want the boys to look at me as
\na rock chick. I wear tight jeans and a leather jacket. I have long hair and
\na comb in my back pocket. The music to go with that? Ha, you Dutchies know!
\nHerman!!! Herman the drug addict. Herman, the coolest junkie on earth!
\nZZZZSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAHH! (Pay close attention on the beginning of the
\nvideo to understand this one \ud83d\ude00 )<\/p>\n
On my layout: Herman Brood & his Wild Romance – Saturdaynight<\/a><\/p>\n
1983<\/strong>
\nI finish my marriage as well as my high school.
\nThe Summer of ’83 – before I move to another town to study to become a
\nteacher in arts – I live in a house which I share with 3 other girls. One of
\nthem becomes my best friend. We talk all night, we go out and dance all
\nnight, we drink all night, we go to the cinema to watch French (Bunuel)
\nmovies and we party! I’ll never forget the Summer of 1983.<\/p>\n
On my layout: U2 – Party Girl<\/a><\/p>\n
1985
\n<\/strong>I’m in my twenties and I become more and more myself (I am no party girl!)
\nI meet a guy (he will become the father of my son) and we go live together.
\nWe are students and we don’t have much money but one weekend we go
\nto Brussels. I don’t remember how we could afford that, but we went to a big
\ncinema to see the movie “Stop Making Sense”. I liked the music, those strange
\nwords (I understand English by now!) but what most fascinates me are the
\ncostumes! Looking back, it’s sooo “eighties” but when I saw back this movie
\non DVD the other day, I still was in ooh and aah.
\nThat big suit – oh my – that big suit!<\/p>\n
On my layout: Talking Heads – Stop Making Sense<\/a><\/p>\n
1995<\/strong>
\nI have a degree as an art teacher. I have a degree as a social pedagogue.
\nI’m in my thirties and I can’t find a job. I’m “too old”, they say.
\nSo I stay at home with my toddler son. One day, in Summer, when I sit
\noutside in the small back yard, a storm rises up. I go inside to turn on the
\nmusic and I open the windows to the garden. Then I go back outside and
\nsit under the overhang. There’s thunder, there’s lightning. The rain comes
\ndown as if it was monsoon and it’s hard to tell if I hear the music or the
\nweather. I listen to Jim Morisson’s voice mixed with the rain and I decide
\nto not let myself fade away…<\/p>\n
On my layout: The Doors – Riders on the Storm<\/a><\/p>\n
1998<\/strong>
\nI left the father of my son and I live in a apartment. My son lives with me
\nhalf the week and every other weekend. I’m a so called “co parent”.
\nI have a job and I meet a man. A man who understands me. A man who brings
\nout the best in me. A man who knows a lot about music. Every time when I
\nsay I like some sort of music, or describe what I like, he buys me the right CD.
\nMostly bands I’ve never heard of – but he never fails to surprise me with just
\nthe right music. The music I described but not knew existed for real.<\/p>\n
On my layout: (Gram Parsons) Flying Burrito Brothers – Devil in disguise<\/a><\/p>\n
2003<\/strong>
\nI hit the forty… eeeckkkk. But it’s no big deal after all. I feel better than ever.
\nI live together with the man I love. My son is going strong. Our house is a
\nvery very very fine house! I discover scrapbooking. I love life.
\nSometimes I think back on some periods, and then I’m glad I decided to
\nnot fade away. Glad for not giving in. For staying strong and go for it.
\nSo000 glad – here’s a metaphor…<\/p>\n
On my layout: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – Almost Cut My Hair<\/a><\/p>\n
2007<\/strong>
\nMy beloved comes home with a DVD of a concert. As usual, I don’t
\nknow the band. And, as usual, he gives me a little music history lesson.
\nJorma Kaukonen, famous guitarist and Jack Casady, legendary bassist –
\nboth from the band Jefferson Airplane. Oh. OK. Right. Let’s watch the DVD.
\nNormally, when M. brings home another concert DVD, I watch for 10 minutes.
\nSomething like that. Not this time! WOWZAH! My beloved still manages to
\nsurprise me with “new” (which is actually old) music.<\/p>\n
On my layout: Hot Tuna (live at Sweetwater) – I See the Light<\/a><\/p>\n
Are you still here?
\nDid you read it all?
\nDid you listen to the music?
\nWelcome to my world!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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