Last Sunday I had a concert for the first time in open air. It was at a small summer festival with as theme the piano. We, the orchestra, were invited to come and play there. We had to prepare in a relatively short time so not all the parts were rehearsed very well. Out of the total of three, only one part was something we were able to play very well. The other two were with the piano. This caused another problem. The pianists (2 different ones) weren't really able to play with, and the orchestra and the conductor. I have to say it is really hard. Paying attention to those things and also play your own music while counting is lightly said not done easily.
Another point of criticism is the stage. It was way to small for us to play properly. The strings hadn't enough space and were constantly poking each other with there fiddle stick. Anyways, after being introduced we started to play, first two pieces went reasonably. But then, we could have better not played the last piece, Saint Sans Wedding Cake. It was just simply not pleasant to listen to. The piano made some mistakes, we weren't together and there went something wrong with the technic.
Still, overall it was good to try something new by playing outside, it was a welcome experience and we got good and enthusiastic reactions from the audience.
dinsdag 10 juni 2014
story of my family-WWII
(History Assignment)
My great-grandfather an great-grandmother have very consciously experienced the war and also played a role in it. This role I will tell you on the basis of stories from my grandmother and her brother. My grandmother was born in the war, and her brother three years earlier. So both have not consciously experienced the war because they were little. However, it has played a role in their lives especially with regard to their parents. Their story I'm going to tell you now:
At the time that Rotterdam was likely to get bombed my great grandfather was there to supply all the Dutch soldiers. He got shot in his arm by German soldiers and had to go to the hospital in Rotterdam. While waiting for his operation the hospital got bombed. He fled outside in total chaos. Wounded and dirty he got picked up and was taken care of by the red cross. There, he got operated. 60 Years later it appeared that he had a little stone from the bombing of Rotterdam in the flesh of his hand.
Not long after surgery he got captured by the Germans and was with a stop in a Dutch camp transported to Stuttgart where he was held prisoner. There he had to do workings like repairing water pipes and other things for the German. Around the end of 1944 he came back to the Netherlands (don't know how and why at that time) by bike but he couldn't go back to his family because that part of the Netherlands wasn't yet liberated. He waited with his mom till the end of the war and went as soon as possible towards home.
My grandma remembers them being incredibly happy all family reunited and getting chocolate and candy from Canadian soldiers
My great-grandfather an great-grandmother have very consciously experienced the war and also played a role in it. This role I will tell you on the basis of stories from my grandmother and her brother. My grandmother was born in the war, and her brother three years earlier. So both have not consciously experienced the war because they were little. However, it has played a role in their lives especially with regard to their parents. Their story I'm going to tell you now:
At the time that Rotterdam was likely to get bombed my great grandfather was there to supply all the Dutch soldiers. He got shot in his arm by German soldiers and had to go to the hospital in Rotterdam. While waiting for his operation the hospital got bombed. He fled outside in total chaos. Wounded and dirty he got picked up and was taken care of by the red cross. There, he got operated. 60 Years later it appeared that he had a little stone from the bombing of Rotterdam in the flesh of his hand.
Not long after surgery he got captured by the Germans and was with a stop in a Dutch camp transported to Stuttgart where he was held prisoner. There he had to do workings like repairing water pipes and other things for the German. Around the end of 1944 he came back to the Netherlands (don't know how and why at that time) by bike but he couldn't go back to his family because that part of the Netherlands wasn't yet liberated. He waited with his mom till the end of the war and went as soon as possible towards home.
My grandma remembers them being incredibly happy all family reunited and getting chocolate and candy from Canadian soldiers
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