RDP Monday: Kenspeckle (eyecatching)

Mr- Swiss went to the dentist – nothing too bad, a fitting for his new teeth He was away for about an hour. Then I heard the key in the door and this figure entered. Was this my Mr. Swiss, the man I married 52 years ago, the one I trusted, fed and spoilt all these years? They were his glasses and his clothes, even his shape. I had to take a photo in case I would have to report that a stranger had broken into the home – but no worry. He was not welding a knife and as soon as he had removed the mask it was my familiar Mr. Swiss. Today you can never be certain, there are too many masked people – and now he has a wonderful new set of teeth. No, the dentist did not make two extra large teeth at the top corners with eye catching points on the edge and I do not have puncture marks on my neck.

RDP Monday: Kenspeckle (eyecatching)

RDP Saturday: Celebration

This was a celebration never to be forgotten. It took place before Christmas in 1956. I am sitting in the front row, third from left with a strange hat on my head. My dad worked for the Ford motor works and he would pay for my participation in the children’s Christmas party during the year. Of course I did not know that at the time, and was sure that Fords were doing it all to keep us kids happy. We children met at the company and were taken by a coach to an event. This year I remember it was a visit to one of the large London circus events in the Royal Albert Hall with clowns, elefants and all the trimmings. Afterwards we were transported back to the company and had a Christmas tea. We children were all called together and were given our Christmas gift and they were really good gifts – something for the boys and something for the girls and all organised according to your age.

We kids did not know each other, but that soon changed and on the way to the event we got to know each other and when we returned we were already in our own little groups. They were parties never to be forgot. My dad worked for the company, in the wheel department, until he retired. Of course Ford cars still exist, but the company is no longer the same place in Dagenham in London. Things change over the years and I think that we children must now all be golden oldies in our seventies, like myself. The Christmas parties no longer exist of course.

RDP Saturday: Celebration

RDP Friday: Conference

There I am at the end of the table sitting behind a card that says Secretary, but what was I doing there? I was working for a Swiss company dealing mainly with English related business being the only person in the company with english mother tongue. It was a company manufacturing hand tools for all over the world. These were discussed at a conference during the years and the conference was again approaching, This time Switzerland was holding the chair and organising everything. It was the CEE Conference in Oslo, Norway 1968 to discuss safey rules and regulations.

I was asked if I would take the minutes of the meeting. These were the days before dictaphone and such electronic devices, everything was written down manually and my stenography had to be good enough. The conference was held in mainly the english language with 5% French, but I even managed to write the french parts. I was the chosen one, and was asked. Of course you do not say no to a flight to Norway and a hotel for a week with everything included, as well as a few sight seeing trips around Oslo.

So there I was sitting at the end of the desk with all these technical experts. This being more than 50 years ago I am probably the only living person to remember it all today. I think I had more stress writing it all down after returning to Switzerland. I never found out what happened to my notes, but they must have been accepted. I had a look in Internet and discovered that the abbreviation CEE still exists, but have the feeling it has nothing to do with my conference.

It was the time when Mr. Swiss and I were gradually getting to know each other. A year later the conference was being held in London. They asked me again, but I then had a baby bump so that was the end of my career as a conference secretary.

RDP Friday: Conference

RDP Wednesday: Melody

In our little Swiss market town we get a bit of everything. Sometimes you have the feeling you are somewhere on a Far East market. We have nationalities from all over the world, although I am often not sure how genuine the nationalities are.These two seem to be from somewhere in the Tibetan area, or perhaps in the Nepalese part of the world, somewhere in between the Himalaya mountains. Perhaps the only instruments they have are the mother’s cooking pots.

RDP Wednesday: Melody

RDP Tuesday: Neuron

That looks interesting, I must get a little closer and have a sniff.

It is sending out signals to my brain. Yes I have a bird brain.

Not only does it smell good, but tastes good. Better than those crumbs of stale bread that the humans throw at us. At last success, food for a pigeon feast. Must stay around here, looks like there are more from where that came.

And it is all mine.

RDP Tuesday: Neuron