Day 193 - May 10, 1940 Excerpt from my dad's memoir...Starry, Starry Night Belgian style!

"Before the evening fell I decided to venture a bit around while my Dad went to the shops to get bread and other supplies.  Suddenly, my daydreaming was interrupted, drawn upward by fighter planes battling each other in full view.

The dog-fight was between one coastal British patrol and an overbearing pompous Messherschmidt, cocksure of itself meeting the British plane.  It didn't take long before the Spitfire or whatever is was got the better of him and to our utter enjoyment shot him down.  A billowing white object released itself from which dangled a small black dot as the stricken plane plummeted to earth some distance away, drifting to towards the inward open countryside.

His landing could not have been contemplated to be anywhere near our spot as the wind took him further inland.  Nevertheless, as I was looking up some directions on old German maps found in my Grandmother's cupboard before departure was considered.  I now decided to check our position on these excellent maps.  All of a sudden, appearing from nowhere, a rubicond lady, French speaking came near me, all excited gesticulating towards another group like herself: in no time they surrounded my innocent person and now pointing at me as I held the German map.

Actually, the Germans had repaid us with them after having so irresponsibly destroyed our old towns, cities and lands so fiercely defended by the Belgian soldiers, mostly Flemish judging by the names on gravestones of the fallen.

Anyhow, those panicky citizens, accusing me in my own region, and in my own country with much ado are the biggest let down of the lot sowing the seeds of discord.  To take me for a German parachutist who was blown a couple of miles away was an act of complete stupidity and no decent excuse can be found for citizens who do not recognise their own inhabitants in a bilingual country.

After hearing all the noise, luckily, my mother and grandmother arrived simultaneously on the scene and could prove my identity and innocence and later my dad arrived to verify that.  It had to be seen!  My grandmother, a real fighter, soon put this group to shame for their ignorance and they scattered like cackling hens.

They were lucky that we had no time for them.  Later, we had a good laugh about it all while sitting around the campfire during supper - never mind the planes and war now.  We settled down for a healthy nights sleep.  My first one to remember under a starry sky.  This was the 10th of May, 1940, my birthday.

We proceeded on the road which divided the dunes and polder? ground following in the footsteps of a miserable multitude, head and backs bent, noses burning in the sun, trudging along.  We could have sung the boatsong but instead the sighing was stronger than the Volga flowing gently to the Black Sea.

Suddenly, a low flying plane of unrecognisable marking appeared over our heads and although it made a small stir in the masses nobody moved towards the ditches.  Possibly most of them had seen the tricolour - I had not from where I was.  I was the only one jumping for the ditch, to the laughing concern of the nearest crowd, who turned out to be our accusers of the day before - the French planes had become one of the rarest sights we had seen for a long time.  My father called me back and made me feel ashamed of myself - I could have crawled back into my skin."

To be continued ... by Louis Fynaut Memoir:  I Survived Auschwitz and Buchenwald on Google and Amazon 

Day 192 - People lost at Buchenwald Concentration Camp 72 years ago - Gone but not Forgotten!

Many kind people, from many nations and cultures helped my dad survive until,  The Liberation of Buchenwald, April 11, 1945. 72 years ago today!  He was liberated officially around 3:15 European Time.

The people who died in Buchenwald are gone but not forgotten!

My dad was a liberated man way before the official clock time!

In no particular order....my dad's helpers!

Americans
Belgians
Dutch
English
Germans
Gypsies
Jewish people from all over Europe
Non Jewish people from all over Europe
Russians


The French girls from Lille in France.

I Wish You Enough .... Author unknown

Recently I overhead a father and daughter in their
last moments together at the airport.  The airline had
announced her departure and standing near the
security gate, they hugged and said, "I love you. I
wish you enough."

She in turn said, "Dad, our life together has been 
more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I
wish you enough too, Dad."  They kissed and she left.

He walked over towards the window where I was
seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and
needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but
he welcomed me in asking,  "Did you ever say
good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied.  "Forgive me for asking, but
why is this a forever good-bye?"I am old and she
lives much too far away.  I have challenges ahead,
and the reality is, the next trip back will be for my
funeral," he said.

"When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, "I
wish you enough.  May I ask what that means?"

He began to smile.  "That's a wish that has been
handed down for many generations within my family.
My parents used to say it to everyone."

He paused for a moment, looking up as if trying to
remember it in detail, he smiled even more.  "When
we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the
the other person to have a life filled with just enough
good things to sustain them," he continued and then
turning toward me he shared the following:

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in
life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you
possess.
I wish you enough 'Hellos" to get you through the
final 'Good-byes'

Then he walked away.

I WISH YOU ENOUGH!

Day 1111....My Dad's story continues with me......and his words!

Through roundabout! research noticed that the number 11 is significant for those who believe in numerology!  My father was liberated on the 11 day of April 1945.

After his death, I found papers that indicated that he had researched,  numerology, Kabbalah and Masonry in quite some depth....
Hence my interest in Kabbalah, Masonry and adaptations.....

April 11 Liberation Louis Fynaut 1945

Survivors stand behind the main gate of the Buchenwald concentration camp with a sign that reads Jedem das Seine, "To Each What is His."

Record Type:

Photograph

Photograph #:

50685

Caption:

Survivors stand behind the main gate of the Buchenwald concentration camp with a sign that reads Jedem das Seine, "To Each What is His."

Louis Fynaut is the man on the front, right side of the picture.

Date:

April 1945 

Locale:

Buchenwald, [Thuringia] Germany

Photo Designation:

MAJOR CONCENTRATION CAMPS 1940-45 -- Buchenwald -- LIBERATION -- Views -- Entrances/Gates 

Keyword:

BUCHENWALD
CONCENTRATION CAMPS
ENTRANCES
FENCES
SIGNS
SIGNS/BANNERS/POSTERS
SURVIVORS 

Photo Source:

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Copyright: United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Provenance: David Cohen

Photo Credit:

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, courtesy of David Cohen

 

Record last modified: 2016-03-21 00:00:00
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Day 191A - Veterum Non Immemor!

Louis Fynaut Registration card Buchenwald concentration camp

Day 191.....The gate is open...

Day 190 - Bonjour, Hello Brussels, Belgium.....

Hallo Brussels hoe gaat het vandaag - blijven sterk en goed! Mijn vader was van Bredene in de buurt van Oostende en overleefde Auschwitz en Buchenwald concentratiekampen vanwege zijn moed, kracht en goedheid. Een van de motto's in zijn familie werd Never Give Up!

Bonjour Bruxelles comment faites-vous aujourd'hui - garder fort et bon! Mon père était de Bredene près d'Ostende et a survécu à des camps de concentration d'Auschwitz et de Buchenwald à cause de son courage, la force et la bonté. Une des devises dans sa famille a été Never Give Up!My dad was a very strong person both physically and emotionally just before he died he could still stand on his hands and had strong muscles he liked to eat them too!  It appears to be a symbol of strength and renewal according to this information..

Mussel

Mussel teaches many of the lessons of its Clam cousin; balancing thoughts, emotions and perceptions and expressions of energy. The subtle lessons that Mussel teach is one of being an individual while being in the crowd. Mussel allows personal expression of gender, ideas and emotions paired with the security of/by and with others. She aids in being true to oneself. She shows how to enact an inner transformation. She teaches how to attach oneself to strong beliefs, convictions and decisions and choices to weather the ebb and flow of the force of life. A network of family and friends is important to provide strength as mussel will demonstrate. Mussel shows how inner strength anchors to a solid foundation. Rewards are great with patience if you listen. She reminds you that you are never alone. Is it time to let go of outgrown values, ideals, beliefs and/or relationships? Mussel can teach this principle of letting go. This process can take 3-6 week before finally settling down. Mussel will help you adjust and how to flourish in the best place that suits your needs. She can help with the three stages of change; what is old and outdated, awareness and realization, and empowering the new with a solid action with confidence. Mussel helps balance the mind, body and spirit and creates a spiritual, emotional and psychological healthy base of being.

My family visited the Bredene and Ostende on many happy vacations and my dad would always eat mussels.  The above translated from English to Dutch and French!
 Mijn vader was een zeer sterk persoon zowel fysiek als emotioneel vlak voordat hij stierf hij kon nog staan ​​op zijn handen en had sterke spieren hij graag ze ook eten! Het lijkt een symbool van kracht en vernieuwing zijn volgens deze informatie ..

Mossel
Mussel leert veel van de lessen van de Clam neef; balanceren gedachten, emoties en belevingen en uitingen van energie. De subtiele lessen die Mossel leren is een van een individu terwijl ze in de menigte. Mussel maakt persoonlijke expressie van gender, ideeën en emoties gepaard met de beveiliging van / door en met anderen. Ze helpt bij het trouw aan zichzelf. Ze laat zien hoe je een innerlijke transformatie te vaardigen. Ze leert hoe ze zich hechten aan een sterke overtuigingen, overtuigingen en beslissingen en keuzes aan de eb en vloed weer van de kracht van het leven. Een netwerk van familie en vrienden is het belangrijk om kracht als mossel zal aantonen bieden. Mussel laat zien hoe innerlijke kracht koppelt aan een solide basis. Beloningen zijn geweldig met geduld als je luistert. Ze herinnert u eraan dat je nooit alleen bent. Is het tijd om te laten gaan van ontgroeid waarden, idealen, overtuigingen en / of relaties? Mussel kan dit principe van het loslaten te onderwijzen. Dit proces kan 3-6 weken duren voordat ze uiteindelijk vestigen. Mossel zal u helpen te passen en hoe gedijen in de beste plek die bij u past. Ze kunnen helpen met de drie fasen van verandering; wat is oud en achterhaald, bewustwording en realisatie, en op grond waarvan de nieuwe met een stevige actie met vertrouwen tegemoet. Mussel helpt de balans van de geest, lichaam en geest en zorgt voor een geestelijke, emotionele en psychologische gezonde basis van zijn.



Mijn familie bezocht de Bredene en Oostende op mei gelukkige vakanties en mijn vader zou altijd mosselen eten.

Mussels and French Fries...

Mon père était une personne très forte à la fois physiquement et émotionnellement juste avant sa mort, il pouvait encore se tenir debout sur ses mains et avait des muscles forts qu'il aimait à les manger aussi! Il semble être un symbole de force et de renouvellement en fonction de cette information ..

Moule
Mussel enseigne beaucoup de leçons de son cousin Clam; équilibre entre les pensées, les émotions et les perceptions et les expressions de l'énergie. Les leçons subtiles qui Mussel enseignent est l'un d'être un individu tout en étant dans la foule. Mussel permet l'expression personnelle du genre, des idées et des émotions appariés avec la sécurité de / par et avec les autres. Elle aide à être fidèle à soi-même. Elle montre comment adopter une transformation intérieure. Elle apprend à se joindre à des croyances fortes, des convictions et des décisions et des choix pour surmonter le flux et reflux de la force de la vie. Un réseau de la famille et des amis est important de fournir la force comme la moule démontreront. Mussel montre comment la force intérieure ancre à une fondation solide. Les récompenses sont grandes avec de la patience si vous écoutez. Elle vous rappelle que vous n'êtes jamais seul. Est-il temps de laisser aller de valeurs trop grands, des idéaux, des croyances et / ou de relations? Mussel peut enseigner ce principe de lâcher prise. Ce processus peut prendre 3-6 semaines avant de finalement se fixer. Mussel vous aidera à ajuster et comment prospérer dans le meilleur endroit qui convient à vos besoins. Elle peut aider avec les trois étapes du changement; ce qui est vieux et démodé, la sensibilisation et la réalisation, et l'autonomisation de la nouvelle avec une action solide avec confiance. Mussel aide à équilibrer l'esprit, le corps et l'esprit et crée une base saine spirituelle, émotionnelle et psychologique de l'être.

Ma famille a visité le Bredene et Ostende en vacances heureux mai et mon père serait toujours manger des moules.