Karl-Eduard Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm
-Our Karrie-
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Widower of Charlotte of Depression
born on 20 September 1920 in Vreeshoven (Netherlands)
died in the retirement home "The last Hope"
in Sint-Vesteren (Belgium) on 20 November 2006
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Karl was buried in silence
Sint-Vesteren, 30 September 2006
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Mr A.H.M. ten Bogaerde, ex.test.
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My father, Karl, has passed away. We have lost a role model for all of us.
He was the son of the prematurely deceased Julius Amadeus and Jeannette. He was born in "Weeping Willow".
In accordance with his last wish, he wanted to be buried in peace. So we stayed away.
At the entrance to the cemetery, we said goodbye to our Karrie.
He wanted to walk the last few metres alone. His motto till the end was: I will go on alone, far ahead.
That meant we could not drag him beyond the gate at the cemetery entrance.
Karl was an immodest man, a man who liked to show off.
As a father, we rarely got to see him because he was always ahead.
Whether it was the brass band, walking with the banner or a blessing procession through the village.
My father would pass by, but always in the front row.
This kind of forward behaviour was an old family trait. In better times, our family belonged to the aristocracy around the Duke of "Pig County". Even in those days, the Schlammetjes were at the front of the queue.
Nowadays, the term "heelser" is used. It is a corrupted word for "For me all the glory".
So my father was a man who walked by. He never cast a sidelong glance at us.
He took his job very seriously. He walked ahead of the procession, looking straight and striding. Look at me, he must have been thinking the whole time.
He kept leading the procession to the end. We still wonder how he could get so many to follow. Yes, he led in large numbers, encouraged by our mother, Holy Church.
But my mother, Charlotte of Deperssion , had her complaints from time to time: "Charles always finished too early".
In this area, we are left with big questions. Father did not talk about it at all.
So being first also had its drawbacks. You are also the first one home. This is a turn-off for someone who wants to be there first anyway. Wanting to be seen. These days this is called: "profiling" or "running ahead of traffic".
My father didn't learn a trade. In the old days, there was no need. People used to be taught how to kill time.
Now he did something to kill time. Early in the morning, he left home. His wife, Charlotte of Depression , lived up to her name.
Like his father before him, the father had chosen a wife who, apart from room for procreation, left little room for further joy. Jeannete, born Depression, was troublesome in daily life. Not only in weight, but also in her face, which radiated the image of a dying swan all day.
Father was an avid collector. His great love was the Sachets de Sucre, which were a speciality in those days. Nowadays we just say sugar sachets.
When he came home in the evening, he was stiff with caffeine.
This was the second reason why we decided to keep our distance from him.
Perhaps this answers the questions we had about father's sex life.
Father had no friends. He used to say, "I don't need followers.
He wanted to lead." ....
Fortunately, he was able to spend some time at the nursing home "The Last Hope." Or as he himself used to say
"I live in "The Last Throne"." That sounded a bit fancier. What's in, doesn't come out....
So, on behalf of the family, my thanks to the staff. There must have been many prayers to St Patience.
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May he rest peacefully.
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Julius V.E. (Tribe holder)
09-07-2024 om 14:06
geschreven door juliusdzs
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