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Commissioned Aga - Sophie Walraven

Dutch , b. 1975 -

Oil on linen, 140 x 110 cm.

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Jan Walraven (Dutch, born 1827) - "Feeding the birds"

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Mona Walravens by Gilad Sasporta

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Dustin Walraven

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The Truth Will Set You Free, Luther Donovan And Marta Walraven.

She had felt her lips twitch as she looked at him sideways, her lips were pressed together..”You were the only reason that side had stayed safe.”….she said quietly. She had done the best she could but there was just some things that couldn’t be hidden from her youngest child. She had a small sad smile on her face, She had stepped back to the side allowing Boris to come see Luther. Her eyes were barely opened as she could feel tears filling her eyes, a rare thing for her to do as she didn’t often show emotion anymore, one of the many things that had changed about her and not in a good way. Boris was standing there looking at Luther, he had laughed, watery sounding as the tears were now freely falling down his face, that sensitive side that he worked so hard to protect was very much in tact. He once again had laughed feeling Luther playfully mess up his hair, he had moved and just wrapped his arms around Luther..”I missed you too.”…he muttered after he had found his voice which had seemed to of left him or a few moments time. Marta had smiled with tears of her own in her eyes, she gave him a small nod as she moved to walk into the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. “I knew she’d say you could come back.”…he said after pulling away, the tears had still been falling down his face but not as rapidly. He had moved wiping his face quickly as he stood there..”I can show you to your room, while mom hopefully doesn’t burn the house down with her attempt at cooking.”…he had said it in a near whisper. He had felt an infectious grin appear on his face, there was something things that didn’t change, his mothers ability to botch the most basic of recipes was still one of those things. @armed-and-alxne

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Sasōl Sijo: de Koreaanse haiku

Ik kocht jaargang 1984 van het Hollands Maandblad, het jaar waarin het literaire tijdschrift het 25-jarig bestaan vierde. In nummer 1 van dat jaar stond een interessant artikel over de Koreaanse Sasōl Sijo, het korte gedicht vergelijkbaar met de Japanse haiku. Schrijver van dat artikel Boudewijn Walraven (1947), voormalig hoogleraar Koreaans aan de Leidse Universiteit, legt uit wat de sijo en…

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Hugo Claus: “Maar ik wil helemaal niet geboren worden!”

Het is al 95 jaar geleden dat Hugo Claus en Joe Meek werden geboren. Over eerstgenoemde hieronderstaand verhaal. Continue reading Hugo Claus: “Maar ik wil helemaal niet geboren worden!”

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SPECTACULAIRE MUSICAL CRUISE KEERT TERUG IN 2024

Na het daverende succes van voorgaande jaren wordt in 2024 voor de vijfde keer de MusicalCruise georganiseerd! Op 27 april 2024 vertrekt de Rotterdam van Holland Amerika Line naar Noorwegen, de Shetlandeilanden en Schotland voor de achtdaagse Musical Cruise.Tijdens deze cruise kunt u genieten van adembenemende optredens van grote namen uit de musicalwereld. STANLEY BURLESON zal u, samen met een…

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'Walraven' (20 × 15 cm, ballpoint pen on 120 gms paper)

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i love being in paramedic school :) i love only being able to think about advanced cardiac life support :)) i love drowning in 12 leads :))) i love memorizing drug dosages :)))) i love having to learn and memorize both aha guidelines and state protocols :)))))

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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

The next time you hit the beach, keep an eye out for sand hoppers! Only 1-2 cm (0.39-0.78 in) long, these tiny crustaceans can jump as high as 40 cm (15 in) or a distance of over a meter (39 in)! Their remarkable leaping abilities come from their tails, which sand hoppers tuck under their bodies and then flick out like a spring board.

(Image: A species of sand hopper, Talitrus saltator, by Eric Walravens)

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The snowman

By Jan Walraven

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No one is talking about the horrific hell Nicole Brown Simpson went thru even if u want to believe OJ didnt murder her. Theres horrific uncensored pics out there of her and Ron Goldman’s bodies. Theres photos of Nicole alive and bruised all over her face. Theres recordings of her calling 911 and correctly lamenting they wont do anything. It was a few months before her death.

She kept the photos, audio, and a journal of his abuse in a safe lockbox on advice of domestic abuse experts. When he murdered her OJ had the balls to claim she was lying and america shrugged and went cool we believe u juice.

On top of it if u werent alive the black community celebrated the legit racism of white (esp laps) cops being exposed but they did so at the expensive of a white woman who was murdered. Many who celebrated when he walked free said 15 years later oh um yeah i regret that now. Its also been said Simpson beat his first (black) wife. She just escaped and kept quiet.

I wanted an article that summarized all this for those not alive back then (i was 8). Couldnt find the best so heres a few:

After he skated free their kids were shared custody between Nicole’s parents and OJ. He kept them close and those who know them said the kids were convinced he was wronged. They stayed close to him. I assume the family named who were at his side when he died were the children

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At the Well

By : Jan Walraven (1827-1863)

Dutch

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FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Fourty-Eight

Summary:  Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a  lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of  mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to  irritate him every other century

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'Come along!' Jaquob gestured for Yvette and the others to follow him as he walked down the dirt path towards the woods.

They had arranged the secret playdate weeks ago, carefully coordinating one another's schedules until everyone was available. The only other people who knew were Yvette and Jaquob's bodyguard Vincent, who had been tailing them, the other children's parents, Jaquob's mother Loyse, and Martin, who believed in fostering independence in his daughter.

'I hope that the apple tree you saw has fruit!' Honnorée was the youngest of seven, the daughter of weavers who had moved to Dôle in search of better prospects for their business. She had met Jaquob when he had come into her family's shop to buy a new basket as a birthday present for his mother, and the two nine-year-olds had become fast friends.

'I like apple with cheese' Porret's father was a watchmaker; he had made several clocks for Martin over the years, and his son had played with Yvette through many long business meetings.

'I hope there is blackberries!' Symonne was the daughter of a roofer and his wife, and had been introduced to Yvette when her father had taken a contract to make repairs to Martin's townhouse. 'I like blackberry jam.'

'They only grow in France' Yvette pat Symonne on the arm sympathetically as they stomped through the undergrowth.

'But we have blackberry jam at home!' Symonne looked at her friend, confused.

'Yes but it had to come from a long, long, long way away,' Yvette explained.

'I am not sure that is how food works' Symonne shook her head. Suddenly, they realised that the two of them and Porret had been slowly slipping behind, so the trio of four-year-olds linked hands and hurried after the older children.

****

The apple tree did have fruit on it, which they picked, and Honnorée had packed a sack of cheese and bread, so they settled down for a picnic in the middle of the clearing.

'I was introduced to Walraven yesterday' Honnorée said quietly.

'Walraven?!' Symonne, Yvette and Porret shrieked. Honnorée giggled at the look on their faces.

'Why did you not fetch me?!' Jaquob demanded.

They had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of Honnorée's fiancé for months. Walraven's father and Honnorée's had originally been members of the same guild, and had kept in touch when Walraven's father moved to the County of Flanders.

The children had been introduced to each other as long-distance friends as a joke, but as their friendship blossomed their parents began to actually consider a lovematch. Honnorée's parents had been careful to stress, however, that she was in no way obligated to see the engagement through, and the wedding would not take place until the children were at least sixteen.

'What is he like?' Yvette asked.

'He is kind,' Honnorée beamed.

'Good.' Jaquob nodded.

'I hope I marry someone kind' Yvette poked the ground next to her.

'Will you marry a prince?' Symonne asked excitedly. 'I wish I could marry a prince.'

'You would have a lot of things to do if you marry a prince,' Porret chimed in.

'I would not mind as long as he was kind,' said Yvette.

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'ɸatīr?'

'Mm?'

'Am I engaged to be wed?'

Martin nearly choked on his dinner.

Coughing into his napkin, Martin shuffled his chair closer to Yvette.

'Where has this question come from, dereling?'

'Honnorée is engaged.'

Martin smiled.

Of course.

Yvette was gazing up at him, curiosity lighting her eyes. His daughter and her friends had talked of nothing but the boy's arrival for weeks; he really should have seen this sort of question coming.

Martin slid out of his chair and knelt beside his daughter so he could look her in the eye.

'No, you are not engaged. Nor do I have any plans to sell you off to the highest bidder.' Martin took Yvette's hands in his own.

'Your health and happiness comes before anything else. And when you marry, I want it to be out of love, not obligation or duty.'

'Really?' Yvette asked, surprised.

'Yes. I want a daughter, not a legacy.'

Author's Notes

Dôle was the capital of the Free County of Burgundy (Franche-Comté). It was bordered by the Duchy of Burgundy to the west, and the Kingdom of Arles to the east. It was part of the Holy Roman Empire, and during the reign of Philip the Bold Dôle served as the centre of the county's new council and parliament.

Arranged marriages were not typical for peasants, as there was really no great material benefit for either party. Land owners, lesser and upper nobility, and royalty, didn't have the luxury of marrying for love and so arranged marriages were considered quite normal.

Most European nobles married quite young (as early as 12 or 13), and there have been famous examples of pregnant mothers as young as 14 years old (Lady Margaret Beaufort, for example). However peasants often got married in their 20s, and many women remained unmarried, or worked before entering into a marriage and continued to work after they were wed.

The County of Flanders was part of the Low Countries, located along the Nort Sea. It is now known as Belgium.

ɸatīr = father

"Even so after many centuries of people eating with their hands and wiping them on anything that came to hand, a version of a fabric napkin did make its appearance in the Middle Ages. Only to disappear from many tables with the introduction of the fork from Italy in the 17th century which took the mess out of eating." Talking Tables UK

dereling = darling (I used a Middle English spelling, because I couldn't find a Proto-Celtic spelling)

Martin is still writing Baldwin letters he won't send.