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    Hi, Steve. My cradle to college years of growing up in Lago Colony were '44 to '62. My mother was from a tiny town in southeast Kansas, earned her Master's in English at Columbia in NYC, '38 to '40. She was hired from grad school by Esso to teach in the oil camp on Aruba for the '40-'41 school year. My father had been on his second contract to the Netherlands Antilles with a Dutch bank from Amsterdam. When my mother disembarked from the Esso Bolivar, an Esso tanker, he was then the Head Cashier for the Lago and the one who greeted the two new teachers with and took them to their quarters in the Women's Dorm. As it happened, my mother married the Head Cashier and the other teacher, Ruth Flint, married an American engineer for Lago, Jack Watkins. And, young Jack, their son, was born the same year as me so we tease that, yes, we knew each other as babies and beyond, having been in the same class all through school. Life in the seasons of the States has always been very difficult for me and my only regret in Life is that I did not go to university in Holland instead of the States and did not learn Papiamento as a child so I could have returned to Aruba after college to work there, instead of being stuck in the States. Choices I made have changed the direction of my life and made it impossible to slip into a life in Aruba. So, although I regret living in the States for so many years, I do go home to Aruba as often as possible, usually only once a year, though.
    Although I have dual citizenship, inherited at birth from each parent, I have a totally Aruban heart. I do not consider myself American nor do I think of myself as Dutch. I am, simply, Aruban. And, there is nothing else I would ever want to be. I was lucky enough to be born and raised in Aruba...I am lucky enough.

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    A BLAST TO THE PAST. SORTA.

    Had a young friend over to the house to help me with finishing the painting and some other odds and ends so that the house could be truly considered as “Show-ready” and during one of our mutually needed breaks we sat and talked. We started talking about the differences in our ages and what that meant to each of us in our growing years. I let him talk and then shared my points of view with him. He looked at me after I was done and asked if I shared this with anyone and that if I didn’t, that I should – no further prodding needed. Here is how it went:


    Growing up as a young boy on Aruba during the ‘fifties’ was a joy that was not considered that at the time. In fact, I thought it was all sort of normal, so the wonderment of youth did not come into the picture. During that time, Aruba was intimate. It was hot, dusty windy and intimate. People talked to each other more than they do today. Today, we wave at each other from car windows or nod heads as we walk by friends. Then- there was less to occupy our time. The busyness was not there so that when we passed each other by, we stopped, talked, laughed or made appointments to meet and talk and laugh. It was a time of safety and assuredness. Children played at neighbors houses until dark and the parents called on large black phones hanging on a wall to let the other parents know that their child was there. Often, I was told that my parents had been contacted and that I would be sleeping there that night. I cannot remember the word “Sleep-over” in my vocabulary. In fact, Sleep-over is a planned thing. We just stayed where we were or not. Sometimes we would plan to go to a friend’s house for a few days but we never “Slept-Over”. I remember my mom leaving a set of my pajamas with my best friend’s mother just in case I slept there. Now that might seem like splitting hairs but it was so very different. We played and if it got late, we showered, put on the PJs and went to sleep with intentions of continuing whatever it is we were doing at the time when we woke up. Today, my son has Sleep overs. Friends plan, they organize and bring bags with toothbrushes and deodorant. Not the same. Not by a long shot, however life changes and like the old saying goes, “It is what it is.”


    As I got older, there were times when I would have lunch at a friends. We would play, wash up, get our hands inspected to see if we had done a good job and then we would sit with the hosting family and have a lovely and intimate mid-day meal. In this world, we ask each other to “Do Lunch.” Again, a difference, subtle but different. I would not have known how to do lunch. My parents would not have known either. Lunch was a ritual, an event and a time of eating and talking and not being told to not talk at the dinner table. IN fact, not talking would have brought on someone asking if there was something wrong. Lunch was an experience and a sharing. Not an opportunity for business or to get caught up on what’s happening. We knew what was happening, hell, there were only 50,000 people here and most talked to each other sometime during the week. The web of communications was what it was that held us together. People knew each other because they liked each other. If you didn't, you stayed away. Pretty simple I think.

    I hear about “Networking.” In today’s world, networking is what we do to stay on the good side of a bunch of people that may be of some use to us in the course of life. It decides who you play golf with. After all, you never know how much you can learn from a guy out there while on the 18 holes of life. It makes me wonder if we ever ask ourselves if we are being “networked”, just a thought. I had friends because they were my friends. Over simplified? - no – just a fact. After all why would I have a friend if he weren't a friend. Made sense to me then and still does. I would hate to have a friend I didn’t like just because he could serve my needs some day. Yet… we do.


    Another slight difference is that for the longest time, it was nice to admire the things that your friends had and would share. That is a great way to go about things I think. Today, it is often quite the opposite. We are told what others have by them; like: I just bought a boat. I just got a dingaling or some other possession. These are the peeing poles of social structure. It is what gives us stature. What we have. Nope – I liked it simpler. Aruba was simpler as I am sure your towns were. So I have to ask myself, “Why change something that works so well?” Without a doubt, I feel sure that there is a good answer to that question. In the meantime, our children “do sleep-over’s” and all the while we adults “Do lunch” in conspicuous places where we are sure to “network.”


    So there you have it. As far as I am concerned, I liked Aruba better when it was intimate, hot, dusty and windy. People talked to each other and life was a bit simpler that it seems to be today. Yet taking all of that into consideration, Aruba is where I want to be, perhaps need to be. It is where I am reminded of purity and not of the things that tend to complicate life.


    Just rambling and sharing

    Be well
    Charles
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    Hi JSUSANNE,
    I am curious - Did you know Fletcher Dunbar? Chief Brooks?
    The Chief gave me a book on the history of the world. It was for my birthday party when I became 7 years of age. He also invited me for popcorn and a milk shake.

    Since then, I have received many gifts on birthdays. Great big ones that cost money and other ones as well. Of all of them, the one that stands out is sitting eating popcorn and drinking my strawberry milkshake while on a bench and looking out at the sea while pondering being 7 years of age..
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    charles

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    Hi: Don't know how I missed this absolutely wonderful tribute to "Paradise," (aka)Aruba. Loved your post. You hit the "nail-right-on-the-head" paying such a nice comment to Andrea. She, indeed, has been such a great monitor, and has spent so much time and energy helping all the "Forum Members." Again, a very belated thanks for such an interesting posting;and,welcome to the Forum.

    Ed
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    Hi JSUSANNE, LagoColonySteve

    I, too, am Aruba born, and my time there was 1948-57. We lived in the Colony (Bung 330). When my father retired from Standard Oil in 1957, we left the island for New Jersey where I finished growing up. I did not return to the island until 2003. After 46 years the island was, and is, much different. However, it is still Aruba, and like others, I loved and remembered the first blast of hot air and the smell that never leaves the senses. I was able to find the Bung 330 as it was one of the few houses left in the colony. My wife and I have been back five times since then, and we always stay at the Tam as it reminds me of my childhood the most. Returning after 46 years I knew I was home when i called and rented a cell phone from Charles. The wonderful conversation and beautiful humanity of Charles brought me "home" to the Aruba I remembered, regardless of all the cosmetic changes. Aruba is in my soul and always will be.
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    That's awesome Aruba57!
    Jacki ~ loving Aruba from NJ

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