Charley Steidel

Charley Steidel by Nigel A JAMES

A Big Grey Elephant!

Charley Steidel's day was more than a big grey elephant!

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Farewells belong to the way that life is. And, sometimes these points in our lives are best understood when viewed through the distance of years. And this is how Charley Steidl remembers a day from long, long ago.

It was 1939. It was late summer, it was hot, and Charley was still only three. And, so strong and so deeply did this day impress him that it still swims on on the top of his thinking as a wonderful memory.

Because of the fine weather his family had decided to spend the day at the Viennese Prata, an amusement park just close to the centre of town. With its rides and swings and roundabouts it was a wonderful place for kids! And Charley even won an inflatable big grey elephant. He was happy and his world was in order! But, this magical day was not only for riding the fare, there was something even more important, and this was eating, and this was at the top of the list!

Lunch was spent at Emminger's, a restaurant very close to the Prata. Charley remembers that the meal was good, but he no longer recalls that which he had. And then after finishing lunch the party moved on to the Hauswirt another nearby eatery for afternoon coffee and cakes, and then, with the coming of evening, Charley's father ordered another main meal of roast goose and everything else that goes with it. The fun and the eating then carried on until late.

And, of course, it was much later in life that Charley realized the meaning of all of this eating. His family weren't being greedy, they were simply bidding farewell to the good times of plenty! And they were right! Within just a short space of time the dark clouds of hunger had eclipsed the fine days of not wanting for anything at all! The world was at war! There was not enough food to go round. All that was good was falling apart and the sun was not to come back for a very long time!

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Erich Kreutzer

Erich Kreutzer - by Nigel A JAMES

Erich Kreutzer

A Paradise of Peace

Travelling is not only discovery, it is also a door into our very own hearts. And, when Erich Kreutzer went off into the world he found he had much more in common with strangers from far away places than ever thought possible! And when he discovered Hawaii for himself, he found more than just palm trees and tropical beaches, he found an ancient philosophy as well. One so simple and sensational, that, if applied and taken to heart, could provide a paradise of peace for us all! And, so it was that he went to work on a spiritual mission to inform! The curtain was about to go up on an ancient tradition, the Hawaiian and Polynesian wisdom of Huna.

His aim was a book. But books, especially ones involving ancient philosophies of good need very much research. And, to this end, coincidences certainly help. As Erich was studying in libraries, talking to people and travelling the world he made a discovery. Barack Obama was, whether knowingly or unknowingly, applying the Huna principles to his life and his work. Erich was no longer spiritually alone.

And Erich's book came to be and was published in 2013. And Barack Obama is the man upon whom it is based. This is not a political book as such, but, I'm sure it would not only be a great help for those in positions of power, but definitely the rest of us, too! Of course, there's a lot more to it, too. In it, Erich takes us with him on his journey of discovery. He takes us to the past, the future, and to where we are now without even knowing it!

This book is a door into a truth, and is worth every minute of the reading it takes! Enjoy it and digest it!

Erich J. Kreutzer's book is titled “Obama President & Kahuna”

Published by ikon. ISBN 978-3-99023-200-2

for more info,-

www.presidentandkahuna.com

Poem for October

I Remember, I Remember

by Thomas Hood - 1799 – 1845

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I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at dawn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day,

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,

The roses, red and white,

The violets, and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light!

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

Margarete Mizera - by Nigel A JAMES

Margarete Mizera

A Night in the Hay!

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When travelling back in our thoughts to long, long ago, it is, more-often-than-not, that the nice people of then are the ones who come right to the front of our minds! And, once upon a time, there was a friendly policeman who deeply impressed a very young lady. And, 50 years later, Margarete Mizera – for she was that very same person – still remembers him well!

The day was coming to a close, and Margaret and her husband had just completed a strenuous 7 hour climbing tour. They were not only exhausted, but tired and hungry as well; and, of course, they were looking for a bed for the night. But it was summer and very high season, and, in the beautiful Austrian mountains of Styria where they had gone for a week there wasn't a bed to be found. They had tried everything. They had knocked on every door, and they had even considered sleeping under the bridge, but, with a storm coming up they were desperate. A night in the mountainous open with no shelter at all was not such a very good thing!

But then, through the darkness of desperate thinking came shining a light. In front of them, and not far away, was the village police station. And, why not?

And the policeman was an angel. Although his police station cell was full, he knew of a way! And then, before they knew what was happening, Margarete and her husband were in the back of a police car, a very small VW Beetle, and being taken to a farm on the side of a mountain. And their luck was still in.

The farmer was their second angel of the day, he had no rooms, all were taken, but, what he had to offer was not only a night in his barn, but also a delicious evening meal! And they needed it, and they were thankful.

And, as Margaret and her husband lay wearily down to sleep in the hay, they could hear from outside the rain and the storm in all its great fury. They were warm and they were safe, and, as they peacefully dreamt the morning gradually came, and with it another surprise.

The farmer and his wife had prepared an unimaginably fantastic breakfast – the best they could offer! And, so it was, that the next mountain was climbed with not only a very full feeling, but, also a heart full of thanks! The policeman and his friend will never be forgotten!  

The Hungarian Wine Harvest

An Hungarian Wine Corn Dolly - by Nigel A JAMES

Watching Eye!

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All over the world the wine harvest is reaching its peak. The days are getting shorter and the scent of the winter is already high up in the wind. And, the bringing in of the wine is a time of great joy, and in the Hungarian wine lands it is celebrated in a very traditional way!

And this celebration which is called Mulatsag Bors (Wine celebration) involves home-made corn dollies. Tradition has it that that these sometimes larger than life and always beautiful corn dollies not only protect the harvest, but magically become the soul and the spirit of the future wine, too!

And, that's why many Hungarian wine farmers still carry on with this ancient tradition. At this time of year there are many corn dollies to be seen, and this is good so. Maybe, after-all, there is some truth in the power of this tradition! Hungarian wine is, without any doubt at all, up at the top with the best!

Hungarian Autumn