Beim lesen macht der Martin alles richtig!
Onkel Martin Spass
Mausi in front of Boston skyline
Another late Post of Fall 2011
I just made an entry I had made pictures for but never got around posting it. It is about typical fall activities in the garden. In case you are not reading the entire blog the whole time, here is a pointer to the post for you pointer. I am typing this while I am flying back from Geneva to Boston. I am sitting here in Newark (NJ) waiting in the Lounge of Continental/Unite for my short flight to Boston. What a wonderful day…. I had a business class flight and was sleeping like an angel, did not even wake up for the 5-star lunch.
Art oder Guerillart
Uns’ Ludwig
Eben hab ich mal wieder die Projekte meines Bruder’s gecheckt und bin ganz beeindruckt. Die Guerillart ist ganz schoen gewachsen und da sind ein paar echt gute Dinger dabei. Ich kann also allen nur empfehlen mal beim Motz vorbeizuschauen (oben der Link). Wenn ich mal wieder etwas Zeit habe sollte und einen guten Photoapparat da schauen wir dann mal was es hier in Boston an Guerillart so gibt.
Das andere Motzprojekt sind natuerlich die Bonner Bilder, die sind ja schon fast legendaer und die Seite waechst und waechst. Schaut’s euch mal an da sind ‘ne Menge gute Bilder zu sehen. Ich finde vor allem die Anwahl der Bilder mit den Zeichnungen von Bonn sehr gelungen. Da lernt man dann endlich wo alle Teile Bonn’s dann wirklich sind.
Das aktive Bild unten gemacht von der ‘Schael Sick’ habe ich ganz einfach geklaut… mal sehen ob der Motz sich beschwert?
Funny Picture
Paus go to Hell
As I just pointed out in my last post about the name Paus that it means Papst and is actually dutch. A while back I received this really funny picture that a friend of mine send me with a big smiley face. I think I have to soon use this someone when I give a talk.
This picture is an unchanged official picture from 2006 from Reuters. The official description is:
“An Indonesian Muslim protester holds up a placard during a rally outside the Vatican embassy in Jakarta September 18, 2006. The sign reads, “Paus (Pope) go to hell”. About 100 Muslims rallied on Monday to condemn Pope Benedict for his controversial remarks on Islam. REUTERS/Dadang Tri (INDONESIA).”
My Childhood Accounting of the Paus Family Crest
As I have indicated in my last post the Paus family (gt Dickmann) has a family crest. This has been explained to us for the first time by my uncle I seem to recall. My father never mentioned it as much as I can remember. A crest is obviously something super cool, in particular when you are a little kid and I was always quite impressed with it. At the time I wondered, a crest is usually the sign of a noble family, but Paus certainly does not seem to be a noble family name and it is even not a very well known name in Germany. Searching Paus on the internet, the best you can come up with is that it means ‘Papst’ in dutch and there is a well known noble family in Norway called Paus. I do not know but I would assume they have nothing to do with us. Anyway, I am straying because I wanted to talk about my childhood recollections. When I asked my uncle, he never really explained much at a time, maybe he did not really know either but the picture that emerged from the little information is as follows.
The old peasant Paus was ordered by the local noble man to bring beer to the large feast in the castle. There have always been wolfs but with the cold winter and large snowfall they were more aggressive and straying through the region. There had been reports of a particular large lonely wolf. Peasant Paus had a large horse pulling his sled which he used to transport the beer in the bitter cold night, when a huge wolf appeared and started to leap at the horse. He got off the sled and fought the wolf with his bare hands and killed him, strangling the poor beast to death. The noble man was grateful for the delivery of the beverages and the killing of the big bad wolf. The crest was a sign of gratitude.
I cannot possibly believe that story but there must be something to it. Stay tuned, I will with time update the story with better researched facts.
Das Geschlechtswappen
Das Wappen.
Dieses Wappen habe ich irgendwo bei meinem Bruder von einer Webseite und ich glaube er hat es von unserem Onkel und jetzt habe ich es eben. Dachte mir hier ist eine schoene Stelle das Prachtstueck zu praesentieren und mit der Zeit die Geschichte dieses Wappen zu dokumentieren. Ich war bisher nicht in der Lage irgendetwas ueber dieses Wappen im Internet zu finden…. ziemlich erstaunlich aus diesem Grunde werde ich hier einmal die Geschichten dokumentieren, die mir von meiner Familie ueberliefert wurden. Dazu aber in folgenden Posts.
Wie ich spaeter von Pup erfahren habe, hat Onkel Juergen dieses Bild des Geschlechtswappen aus den Registern der damaligen Bundeshauptstadt Bonn besorgt. Also, dieses Wappen ist in der Tat hoechst offiziell eingetragen.
A Night at the Museum of Science
The boyscouts once a year run, probably since a long time, the night at the Museum of Science in Boston. The museum offers people to stay the night and enjoy the exhibitions more thoroughly and including a sleepover the simple, sometimes boring museum visit turns into a much talked about adventure. The first year Ivan and I opted out, I thought it was rather expensive. This year though the price was much reduced and we (the three oldest males of the family) decided to go. Ana picked me up from work on Friday (Jan 20). We went to ‘Au bon pain’ at Kendall square to make sure we had eaten well. We got some good sandwiches and off we went to the museum. Ana had packed the bags with everything we really needed: air matresses (two queen size), three sleeping bags (new), PJs, some pillow pets for the kids and some small snacks including a big bottle of apple juice.
We arrived and quickly found the entry, that is right at the entry of the parking garage (left side when you enter), with good signs…. it seems there are many people doing this regularly. We dropped our bags at the entry at the prescribed spot and got our information sheet including the floor plan. All was very neatly organized and we found our spot quickly. We had the reception in the Cahner’s Theater were we learned oabout the Science of Sound. some nice fun demaonstrations, one highlight being the ‘Bernoulli Principle’. The rules of the house were sung together in the end and the main thing I remember was that we should never take off our shoes, which made me worry as I only had my big boots on, but later I learned that the rules about the boots seem not to be strictly enforced, I asked myself what the whole point was anyways, ‘…and never take off your shoes.’
After the reception we moved downwards to the lower level were the kids had a wonderful workshop in the Triceratops Cliff. The parents standing around and chatting were all surprised how easily the museum helpers could convince the kids to puzzle a Dino skeleton together and later design their own Dinos. They really did very well. After the workshop we slowely moved up to receive a snack (coffee, tea, juice, cookies). From there we went to pick up our sleeping gear and constructed out camp ground in the ‘Investigate I’ section on the 2nd level. Our matresses took longest to inflate, because they were the biggest but our batteries came through and we had excellent sleeping spots for everybody. After some wild plays Science in the Museum we were invited to the lightning show in the ‘Theater of Electricity’. It was all about lightings produced with Tesla coils and the famous Van de Graff generator which actually the man himself (an MIT professor) had build and left to the museum when it was not needed anymore. They put it up on the parking lot at the time and the museum build a building around it. The show was electrifying with one highlight being the theme song from ‘Mission Impossible’ being played with lighting humming, very cool. Of course the large lightnings were cool too, Markus got a little scared: He does not really like load noises. Then we wnet to bad, and the kids fell relatively quickly asleep, shortly after midnioght when the lights were put out. We did evantually take off our shoes and even put on the PJs, very civilized including theeth brushing etc.
In the morning we were woken by the museum folks, after a good night’s sleep. The morning program was packing uip the camp, breakfast, a wonderful show in the planetarium and a 180 degree cinema show on life on a journey. Wandering birds, wales, zebras and monarch butterflies. How do they decide to be the forth generation? …. an how in the world does the 4th generation know were to go in Mexico? what a mystery! We went home in good spirits with Damien (Markus and I) and Jim (Ivan) and met a equally relaxed crowd. I am sure this was not the last time we did this. Pictures are attached.
Blake
All packed up.
Passion for Früh Kölsch
One of our standard tours in Bonn is the zoo in Cologne, the kids love it. The zoo in Köln, together with its aquarium und terrarium seemed huge to me, when I was a kid, in fact I always thought there could not be a bigger one in the entire world. Today I find them much smaller, but still a quite respectable zoo with lots of animals and nicely displayed. Anyway, this is probably a whole other story, the reason why Ana and I would never miss a tour to Cologne is a visit to the dome and even more importantly to the original Früh Kölsch brewery. If you do not know about Kölsch follow the link and read up on it.
When we stoped at Dom/HBF we exited and there it was the Dom (cathedral) practically right on top of us. We just had to walk around it and follow the place right to the brewery. It is a relatively normal old house but when you enter you realize how huge the place is. It is complicated, has many different small and bigger rooms and has a beautiful basement. The Köbes came by and in the typical Rheinland manner wanted to know what we want… interesting only most Köbes at least at that somewhat quiet hour were not Germans. They had an accent which I could not identify, but they knew the drill and kept the beer coming without much ordering. The 0.2 ‘Stangen’ were nicely cool and the beer was most refreshing. Ana disappeared to the rest rooms only to come back with nice t-shirt for me (red with white rims) ‘Liebe Deine Heimat’ written in white on the chest. Blake liked it so much that I had to put it on him and after fitting it a bit in the back it worked like a long robe for him. He was the attraction of the neighborhood for a few minutes, people even snapped some pictures. We ordered some ‘Schweinebraten’, ‘Salat’, ‘Nudeln mit Hackfleischsosse’ and ‘Fleischkäse’, please check the extensive menu.
After another round of beer we went back — Ana very happily I might add — to catch the train and get back to Bonn.
