Vorig jaar mei waren Berdena en Curtis bij Ben en Diny gelogeerd en hebben we ook gezamenlijk opgetrokken. Hier maakt Curtis een foto van de ‘Eggink-sisters’.
Een tijdje terug vertelde ik op weblog 2 iets over het jachtgeweer van Opa Eggink. Joop wist er het één en ander over te vertellen. Ik bedacht me dat onze Amerikaanse tak dat ook wel leuk zou vinden. Dus ik vertaalde het snel en hup … stuurde het meteen weg. Wim las het even later. ….En komt niet meer bij.
Berdena en Curtis hebben de boel voor Father’s Day uitgeprint en hun kinderen laten lezen.
“Oh no…. “, had Tim gezegd toen hij de laatste paar regels las, maar toen hij de lachende gezichten zag van Berdena en Curtis begreep hij het.
Now I’ve got pictures of Joop of the old radio he had built and had given it as a wedding present to Hanna and Gerrit Voortman. Joop got it from young Anton again. And also pictures of a hunting rifle he’ve got from uncle Bram. Bram would have that rifle to be in the Achterhoek again. It belonged a long time ago to opa’s brother Hendrik. He ‘d got it from the baron from Dorth tot Medler nearby. He lived on a place called De Jager (= hunter ) in Mossel, a few miles from opa’s place. He did some jobs for the baron and also had to hunt for him.
Opa ‘s got that hunting rifle afterwards and hunted small rabbits, because it was cheap meat for the family, but he did not like to hunt. It was not really his hobby.
He learned his dog to keep the hunted animals for him.
After a time that little dog saw the hens at Dinkelmans place, catched them and came home with the hens of neighbour a few times. When neighbour Dinkelman discovered it was Egginks dog who stole the hens he was rather angry. So opa had to shoot him. He was so sad about it, he felt so guilty, because he had learned him to do so. He buried his dog behind the shed, put a stone on it and wrote on that stone:
Dear Wiedo, it is my fault.
Nadat Wim bijgekomen was heb ik deze rectificatie mail er achter aan gestuurd.
Hallo Berdena and Curtis,
Just Wim read my mail to you and he could not stop laughing. I asked him :"What is the matter?" He said: "Please … read this by yourself". And I read the sentence about opa who had to shoot…… him. You see why he had to laugh,. I’m sure you understand the story, but please… change the word [i]him[/i] in [i]the dog[/i]. Bye bye…
Hetty