Monday, April 29, 2013

{Week 25}

Week 25
Crumb-catcher
Maternity sewing projects
After long years... a final convert (due more to excellent vitamins than to a fervent appreciation. But it's growing on me...)

Week 25: the best of belly weeks... it was comfortable, workable and becoming. It was also a quiet week, as Baby F. conserved energy during those peaceful days for the growth spurt that signalled the end of week 25 and the temporary end of any grace that I ever thought to possess. *insert "Elephant March" here* (although others, less critical than myself, still assert that there are vestiges of it left)

Now Little is back to bumping and flipping, at times tap-dancing on the right side... his/her side of choice! And the doppler on my belly today reassured us yet again, that within beats the most beautiful little heart that ever was.

Events of the Week:

~ first at-home check up from Birgit the Midwife
~ a visit from the Dutch grandparents
~ toes that are no longer visible
~ the beginning of German class & hopefully Baby's osmosis thereof
~ the end of coat-buttoning (with blouses being a long-gone
impossibility!)
~ Baby's first (albeit prenatal) museum visit 


Saturday, April 27, 2013

{Remembering: Dachau}

April 29, 1945: American forces liberate the prisoners of Dachau Concentration Camp, Dachau, Germany. Among other monstrosities, 30 boxcars filled with decomposing dead. Remember.

The horror of what they found led American GI's to blindly kill 122 German soldiers and guards out of anger and guilt for the atrocities in front of them. Remember.

American soldiers forced the German townspeople and suspected Hitler youth into the camps to see what had happened in their backyards. In some towns, U.S. forces even had the locals rebury the dead in individual graves. Remember.

Liberation day

Dachau, made for approximately 5,000 prisoners, held 67,665 as the end of the war drew near. Remember.

Dachau was in operation for 10 years. Remember.

Dachau held political prisoners of war, Romas, "asocials", Jehohvah's Witnesses, homosexuals and later, Jews. Remember.

Propaganda was so thick and evil, that high officials of Germany and even international media ingested it, making Dachau out to be a dream facility of swimming pools, daily exercise and hygiene, and the teaching of craftsmanship in different trades. Remember.

Not only was Dachau a work camp, but it eventually had its own gas chamber and crematorium for the sick and weak. Prisoners were told of showers and met eternity. Prisoners were hung in front of the cremation fires and disposed of. Those left behind had to see the smoke of the chimney stack. Remember.

Medical experiments were conducted on prisoners to benefit the German troops and hundreds died or were permanently crippled due to their effects. Remember.

The number of the dead will never be known, although 206,206 were incarcerated. Between 1940 and 1945, 28,000 were among the registered dead. Remember.


I write of these things because we don't remember. There are those who say it didn't even happen.

Those who lived through this very hell on earth and those who remember seeing its darkness aren't here any more to remind us of history's reality.  

The reality of: humanity degraded, lives stolen never to be returned, the image in Who they were created ignored and blasphemed, discrimination practiced, and animality placed on those who had real dreams and hopes and plans, souls disregarded.

Yet when we forget, when we choose not to remember or perhaps, don't think to remember, repetition occurs. It is occurring, peoples of the earth, and we sit and ignore it though it is in our own backyards. 

I could have posted graphic pictures, images that rend the heart in two to think of the reality captured in time. I haven't. Go look for yourself. Remind yourself of what can happen when a government and leadership control supreme and the media dupes populations with agendas, meanwhile thousands upon thousands have the respect, honour, rights and greatest gift of life, stripped from them while we stand in silence.

Yes, remember Dachau. Remember its prisoners and dead. Remember the American forces who, through determination, blood and sweat, opened the gates on that day 68 years ago, giving hope to survivors. Remember the other Allied Forces who helped make the liberation a reality. 

Remind your children. Let them remind their own children. 

And never let this taint your views of the country that holds these camps and the people who lived in their shadows, whose government perpetrated this great evil. In so doing, you judge yourself as even now, your own governments silently head in the same direction and you stand silent.



"Work makes you free"

Room of interrogation

Political prisoner cell


"Home Sweet Home" inscribed by prisoner


Dachau bunks

A face to remember




The "shower room" (gas chamber)


Dachau's alley

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it - George Santayana

Spring comes even to the darkest of places

I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
And I believe in love,
even when there's no one there.
And I believe in God,
even when he is silent.
- excerpt from poem written in a concentration camp, author unknown




Sunday, April 21, 2013

{A German Year in Snapshots}


It's been one whole year of German living for the Frinsel family... can this be?

This year found us moving from the flat lands to southern Germany with no job, apartment, language skills or furniture, with our cat and keyboard to: finding an apartment with the best landlords in all of Germany ~ working with a friend until a great job was provided ~ free furniture ~ health care taken care of ~ kind people who helped us in the beginning to get settled ~ a German/Russian/Canadian wedding ~ tooth infection and root canal for the Dutchman ~ a European residency card, the ability to log several hundreds of hours in German class, a week at a youth camp as a tent leader and the beginning of midwifery studies for Mrs. Frinsel ~ a couple visits back to Holland to visit family & friends ~ exploring flea markets and local sites and festivals ~ three weeks quarantine due to eye infection for yours truly ~ business training trips to Holland & England for Mr. Frinsel ~ a job at a local bakery ~ Monday evening soccer for the Dutchman ~ to Spain for our belated honeymoon ~ visits from Dutch, French and American guests ~ a long-awaited trip State-side ~ the exciting, glorious discovery of Baby Frinsel's existence ~ the Dutchman's introduction to Florida ~ hard, winter months of morning sickness ~ lots of walks & hikes in the German countryside ~ and a trip to the ER for six stiches... to name a few!

It has been a challenging year. It's hard to move to a new country when you are just settling into another, and to have to learn another language and culture when you are in the midst of discovering those that are close to you and yours. But we are going to keep trusting that we are going to use what we have learned someday even as we use it now, as residents of big, beautiful Deutschland. We have learned so much... lovely, experiential learning that cannot be measured but that shows itself slowly, over time.

Being apart from friends and family is also difficult. The beauty of this is, however, that this situation has only brought us closer together! Spare time is usually spent in each other's company and oh, the adventures we have had! (for better or worse!) And we are beyond excited and impatient for the coming of our newest family addition and a new dimension to life he/she shall bring.

So dear folks, below is our year in photos... may it display the grace that has been shown to us and how we have been taken care of in every way. We don't know where we will be this time next year, or what this next year holds (does anyone of you?) but we look forward to it with open arms and full hearts.

Ready to country-hop

A rainbow over the Kocher river, our first evening in Germany: a sign of promise
A German spring-time
Celebrating May Day
From fields of tulips to fields of dandelions
The May Pole

A plethora of glorious cheeses at a German cheese festival

A summer hike

Cheering on the motherland from Deutschland
Summer time in Schwäbisch Hall
Picnic dance
Comburg monastery at sunset


German class
Powercamp: getting some sleep after a night walking through the countryside
Zelt 8: My tent

The Dutchman in Heidelberg's castle ruins
Mrs. Frinsel in Heidelberg

At the local Light Festival: nothing short of stunning
Picnic birthday celebration
A favourite summer activity: trips to a local lake
A camping trip with friends
Ringing in the autumn with sweaters

Spain: a beautiful five days for our belated honeymoon



A visit from a very good friend
Schloß Hohenzollern at dusk
With Charlotte, remembering in Dachau

Thanksgiving

After 15 months, America and family
An early Christmas surprise
Celebrating our new discovery while visiting the grandparents on Florida's beaches
Introducing Zwarte Piet to Kentucky
Christmas bonfire
Christmastide + family = beauty
Back in Germany: a kaffee celebration in honor of our first sight of Baby F.
A snowy valentine

First baby "bump" photo
Announcing our addition to the world and savouring the joy


Another spring comes...
The Frinsel threesome
The people we live among and the land we live in

Gott aber ist mächtig, jede Gnade gegen euch überströmen zu lassen, auf daß ihr in allem, allezeit alle Genüge habend, überströmend seid zu jedem guten Werke
2 Korinther 9:8

God heeft de macht u te overstelpen met al zijn gaven, zodat u altijd en in alle opzichten voldoende voor uzelf hebt en ook nog ruimschoots kunt bijdragen aan allerlei goed werk
2 Korintiërs 9:8

And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work
2 Corinthians 9:8