In mourning on the 90th birthday
Like a nude that yearns for streams of water, my soul yearns for thee, O God.
( Psalm 42:2 NBG51 )
Memories of my father
Today he would have turned 90 years old. A wonderful age that wouldn't have looked out of place for him. The calendar was his lust and his life. He knew so much to connect to that. And everyone knew him like that.
But he had more in him. As a schoolmaster, as a teacher, he could give out what he had received to his heart's content. And given the reactions on Schoolbank back then, his students also enjoyed that. From this role he was also well in his place as a builder of the child's ancillary service in our new church.
The quality of teacher also came in handy in that other great hobby of his; the music. He loved to sing himself and was a support for the choir conductor. As a conductor he could of course also easily lose his egg himself.
