Voorjaar 2007 no.6o
VETE DORDT- ROOSENDAAL OPNIEUW OPGELAAID?
Het zal slechts enkelen onder u zijn
opgevallen, maar op de laatste bijeenkomst in
"TROU MOET BLIJCKEN" was de vete tussen
Dordt en Roosendaal bijna weer in alle
hevigheid opgelaaid. Slechts door snel optre
den van de redactie, door de schuld bij de
board, om precies te zijn bij de secretaris te
leggen, is erger voorkomen. Nu bleef de
schade beperkt tot een opvallende afwezigheid
van Rosendaal tijdens het diner in bovenge
noemde sociëteit.
Wat was het geval?
In het afgelopen nummer 59 van dit blad
stond een bijdrage onder de titel:
DICKENS EN HET HIERNAMAALS
geschreven door:
door Carla Boschma.
Wij allen, Dordt incluis weten natuurlijk dat
dit niet Carla, maar Karla moet zijn.
Toast to the Immortal Memory of Charles Dickens,
at the Christmas Dinner (16th December 2006).
by Paul Ferdinandusse
Dear Dickensians,
As you know, the Haarlem Branch was
founded 50 years ago in 1956. It is a
personal tragedy that I joined 30 years
later. The Haarlem Branch entered my
life only in 1986, but luckily Charles
Dickens played a role in my life from
early on. I want to take you through my
life with Dickens in all these years. This
may take an hour or so, but I'm sure
you will find this very interesting.
I was about ten years when I was not at school
but at home because I had the flu. I had read
all my books and I was bored to death. So it
was time for another thorough inspection of
my parents' bookcase. And I found David
Copperfield, in Dutch. It caught my eye
because it was the only book with an illustra
tion on the cover, and a very beautiful illustra
tion it was.
This shows how important illustrations are. I
was on a crossing in my life, without this illus
tration I might have missed Dickens forever. I
will pass a copy of this illustration, so you all
can admire the work of Bas van der Veer.
There was much in the book which I did not
understand, but I didn't mind, and I think
that I even hardly noticed.
The Dutch Diekensian Volume XXVII
This was about 1953, and now I come to 1956,
the founding year of our Branch. In that year I
had come into the possession of one guilder
and twenty-five cents, a considerable amount,
and just enough to buy one of these attractive
Prisma pocketsbooks. So, I went to the book
shop and I found a book titled Oliver Twist, by
Charles Dickens. And I thought: this might be
the same writer as the one who wrote David
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(The text is in a language invented by the speaker himself.)
Ut gckytf, dat "I inij gci'n kwussi .*«1 Joenzti lie keUuei'
