DIE MAN WAT IN DIE DONKER KON SIEN
A wonderfully spooky story from
DIE VROU IN DIE MAANLIG
by Willemina de Wet:
a collection of short stories
lovingly interpreted into Afrikaans
from the work of Dutch writer
Herman Pieter de Boer,
after gaining his blessing for the project.
The accompanying sketch of
the man who could see in the dark
by friend & artist Carol Podd.
KUNSTSTOF Live Talkshow: Interview with my uncle, the writer H.P. de Boer. Dutch
LIFE AFTER LIFE
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"Where do we go when we die? Is there a 'we'? Do we have souls that keep an aspect of our personalities, or are we part of a greater energy that supersedes the concept of self? Various spiritual and philosophical traditions use different metaphorical language to depict the unknowable, but all agree that in the face of the great imponderable, the way you live life in the here and now is most important."
WORDS JACQUI L'ANGE (With thanks to FAIR LADY)
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Long-sheltered vignettes found their way to my mailbox, a chorus of voices clamouring for attention. Using a simple honest voice the vignettes presented for our attention transcend the personal and speak to our universal human experience.
TANGIER ISLAND, Chesapeake Bay 1988
My husband and I went sailing years ago. Some memories have faded into each other, blurred into sea and sand and blue water. One place I'll never forget visiting is Tangier Island. They've been burying family in their front garden for over 200 years.
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Memories of Tangier Island
The family has come to stay
and the house is full.
Let's make them a bed on the lawn
tuck them in, settle them down
under white sheets.
They take up space
but how can we turn them away?
They're family after all
and family is meant to stay.
We'll make room.
(A child swinging high
pushes against a bedstead
better to reach the sky.)
We stand out front
and look over the bay,
watch people watching us.
Their tourist eyes widen as they see
us leaning on our ancestors.
DEAL ISLAND, Somerset County, St. John's United Methodist Church Graveyard:
Perhaps the most famous of the inhabitants is Brother Joshua Thomas (1776-1853). Thomas, a one-time waterman, earned a reputation by paddling his nearly thirty-foot dugout canoe Methodist around the islands to spread the gospel. His epitaph reads: "Come all my friends, as you pass by, Behold the place where I do lie. As you are now, so once was I, Remember, you are born to die."
MEXICO: Moving of the virgins
During one of my visits to Mexico I once was privileged to witness the moving of the virgins in a small rural town. The whole town participated and all the businesses closed their doors. All of the street was covered with herbs (rosemary, mint etc) so the whole town had the scent of crushed herbs – as every one walked over it while following the virgins being carried from one church to another. Every single person in the town brought some flowers which they laid down in front of the churches – from the richest man in the town with a bouquet to the beggars on the street who hand picked some flowers in the fields. This was an amazing experience.
Our Lady of Guadalupe
MEXICO: Let's hear it for a good burial!
The traditional Western Christian burial is usually a sad affair with the mourners dressed in black, a muted funeral service, hushed voices around the grave and finally the funeral tea where people say nice things about the dear departed.
In our rather boring Western tradition, this would be the end of it. Maybe in the following year an "in Memoriam" notice would appear in the local paper, or a few tearful phone calls would be made between family members.
! Madre de Dios! This is not the Mexican way.
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"...and a bottle of tequila."