This post doesn’t live here anymore. It emigrated to my other blog:
The Big No-No: An Outsider on American Fascism,
where it resides under the title:
“The Changing Past: The Assault Is the History of an Incident”
This post doesn’t live here anymore. It emigrated to my other blog:
The Big No-No: An Outsider on American Fascism,
where it resides under the title:
“The Changing Past: The Assault Is the History of an Incident”
Posted in Books, verhuizen, World War Two
Tagged analyse, analysis, De Aanslag, Dutch, Harry Mulisch, history, Literature, literatuur, Netherlands, The Assault, World War Two, WWII
There are more bicycles than residents in The Netherlands and in cities like Amsterdam and The Hague up to 70% of all journeys are made by bike. The BBC’s Hague correspondent, Anna Holligan, who rides an omafiets – or “granny style” – bike complete with wicker basket and pedal-back brakes, examines what made everyone get back in the saddle.
Click here for the entire article by BBC News.
Posted in Holland, Transportation
Tagged bicycles, cycling, Dutch, Fietsen, Nederland, Netherlands, society, transportation, vervoer
Posted in US Politics
Tagged America, American, Amerika, Amerikaans, Dutch, election financing, money, Nederland, Netherlands, politics, politiek, United States, verkiezingen
Posted in US Politics
Tagged America, American, Amerika, Amerikaans, Dutch, election, Nederland, Opinion, party platforms, politics, politiek, presidential election 2012, United States, Verenigde Staten, verkiezingen
This is what I dreamed last night.
I was in a school gym, remembering how we would be made to run laps around a gym just like that in high school in the Netherlands. And I remembered that I could. I’d be tired, and I’d be protesting loudly like any self-respecting un-sporty teenage girl should, but that’s all. And I resented–in this dream–that I can’t run for two minutes now without having a gimpy knee for the next two weeks (this is real; I ran for two minutes last weekend, and now it hurts when I walk down steps). Continue reading
Posted in Dreams, Education, Emigration / Immigration, Healthcare, Holland, Society, Sports, US Politics
Tagged America, American dream, conservatism, construction, dreams, Dutch, education, emigration, health, humor, immigration, Opinion, politics, prudishness, sports
Another question I got from my funk post was: What do European kids learn about American history. Well, I can only talk about what I learned, but feel free to add to it in the comments, Dutch readers.
I had History several times a week, from seventh through eleventh grade, and from Mesopotamia to the Vietnam War, more or less. I seem to remember that we started learning about America in tenth grade, and it would have continued through eleventh grade, whenever America came up in relation to a certain period. This would have been around 1977-1978. I’ll just describe what I remember; trying to be systematic after all those years wouldn’t work.
Posted in Education, Emigration / Immigration, High School, History, Holland, US Politics, World War Two
Tagged America, American history, Amerikaans, culture, Dutch, education, emigration, history, immigration, Netherlands, onderwijs
This is the fourth post in a series about American high school students’ impressions of a presentation I gave on the Netherlands during World War Two. Click here for the introduction to said presentation. Continue reading
Posted in High School, Holland, World War Two
Tagged America, Bezetting, Dutch, education, German occupation, Headwaters School, history, Khabele School, Nederland, Netherlands, onderwijs, tweede wereldoorlog, United States, World War Two, WWII
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This is the third post about impressions of American high school students of a presentation I did on the Netherlands in World War Two. Click here for the introduction to said presentation.
Posted in High School, Holland, World War Two
Tagged America, Anne Frank, Dutch, education, Headwaters School, history, Jews, jodenvervolging, Khabele School, Netherlands, onderwijs, tweede wereldoorlog, United States, World War Two, WWII
My son B.’s ninth-grade class is learning about World War Two right now, so I offered to give a presentation about the Netherlands during WWII. Not because, in itself, the Netherlands’ history is so important in the big picture, but because I suspected that otherwise the students probably wouldn’t learn too much about how it was for Europeans to be occupied by the Germans.
The demography and geography of the different countries in Europe may vary greatly, but the stories of German occupation, resistance, and living in constant fear and uncertainty have much in common.
And, of course, the occupation of countries, the killing of Jews and the constant intimidation and terror all over Europe is what American soldiers were fighting, even though they may often not have been aware of it, since they were mainly in battle situations against other soldiers. But when they were fighting for freedom, this is what it meant.
When I still lived in Holland a Canadian friend came to visit and we went to see my parents, in part because they lived in Enkhuizen, a wonderful tourist destination. At lunchtime my mother set the table with all the different sandwich toppings she had. My parents looked on in horror as my friend first put jam on her sandwich, then chocolate sprinkles, and then pink sprinkles on top of that! Continue reading
Posted in Food
Tagged America, American, Amerika, boterhammen, Cultural Differences, Dutch, eating habits, eetgewoontes, food, humor, Nederland, Netherlands, sandwiches
If I were to call Glenn Beck’s radio talk show, this is how I imagine it would go:
Glenn: And let me go to Barbara in Texas, one of my favorite states. How are you doing, Barbara in Texas?
Me: Hi Glenn, thanks for having me on your show. I’m so excited!
Posted in Emigration / Immigration, Healthcare, Media, US Politics
Tagged America, Amerika, Dutch, Europe, gezondheidszorg, Glenn Beck, Health Insurance, healthcare, humor, media, Obama Care, Opinion, Sicko, universal healthcare
If I could go to dinner anywhere in the world tonight, where would I go? And with whom and what would I eat? Well, since I’m in my Dutch immigrant blog mode, I think I’d beam myself up and over to Holland, to the Saturday market in Amersfoort or Utrecht or Amsterdam. Yeah, I know it’s only Thursday, but it’s Saturday there whenever I want it to be. If I can beam myself anywhere, it can also be any time.
Notes From a University Student 11
Not everything related to education here can be easily translated into Dutch. To American standards I’m studying at a university, but to Dutch standards that’s a rather big word.
Notes From a University Student 7
Notes From a University Student 6
One of the first days on my job as librarian at that small high school, I was sitting behind my desk, sorting catalog cards – yes, cards in 1995!—and some students were sitting at a table near me, showing each other pictures.
One girl who couldn’t have been more than fifteen asked me if I wanted to see pictures of her son. I started to laugh, and then remembered that America has a problem with teen pregnancies. I quickly turned it into a cough. She wasn’t joking.
Posted in Society, University
Tagged America, American, Amerika, Amerikaans, Dutch, education, Netherlands, opleiding, sex education, teen pregnancies, universiteit, university, Verenigde Staten
Notes From a University Student 4
The registrar, after telling me that the courses I took in middle and high school in Holland didn’t count, had then turned around and given me credit for a few, so in the second summer session I took two history courses, all the courses I needed to have a minor in history.
I couldn’t be a librarian, but after these two five-week courses I could conceivably teach history in high school.
The first course was World History, for 90 minutes a day. World History is also taught in high school here, but you can get around it, and anyway, in high school it’s usually also just one semester.
Since history isn’t taught properly in high school, you have to take it again in college, where it also isn’t taught properly, because how on earth can you teach world history from Mesopotamia to the present in one semester or in a five-week summer course?
My (at the time 2-year-old) son says almost everything in English, but he does understand my Dutch. It does lead to misunderstandings, though, like recently at the zoo. I told him he could give the goat an “aai” (a pat), so he promptly poked the poor beast in the eye. Later, at home, we practiced patting his pet monkey, giving it lots of “aaien,” because the next animal may not be as forgiving as that goat was.
Posted in Emigration / Immigration, Language
Tagged Dutch, emigration, Engels, English, humor, immigration, language, Nederlands, taal, translation, vertaling
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