Updating: Our Garden Pipke's Little World.

  

Reminiscing the good times

                                  

Some time ago I went to check the contents of my blog. 

I went to dig back into the posts I've published over the years and reread some of them. 

I wanted to cherish the good times which I've experienced when Pipke was still alive. 

So I came to the post: Our Garden …. Pipke's Little World. (Published on August 9, 2009).


To read this original post click on the link above.

You can see there how it all started at the end of October 1994. At that time the garden even didn't exist: it was still unprocessed soil. There you can see Pipke's parents and ancestors visiting our mud puddle. I describe there the construction of our garden and how it has evolved after more than fourteen years.  

While rereading that particular post that I've mentioned above, I discovered that the slide show that I've installed at that time was now no longer available.

I really found this a pity because – it means so much to me.

It shows the place where Pipke has lived her whole life. There I've spend the happiest time of my life so – the images belong to this blog.

Therefore – for those who are interested and/or haven't seen it yet before: I want to share it with you. So I've installed a new version of the photo-album/slide show on that original post.

If you're not interested to read the original post and just want to see the photo-album/slideshow, just click on this link to watch the new version updated on March 1, 2025.

The pictures you can see there were taken on August 6, 2009.

I hope you will enjoy it.

You must know folks: I had to leave the place where Pipke was born.

I live there anymore. 

It wasn't at all my choice to leave this place. It were the circumstances – “what happened” – that made it inevitable I had to go with much pain in my heart.

And - although I live there anymore - in my thoughts

I still walk every day through the garden and sit on the bench together with Pipke.

Her memory is still the handhold in my life! 

She still brightens up my days!

Thanks for your visit.

Continuing with Pipke's Life Story.

Dear followers and readers

Concerns: Pipke's Life Story on my blog: http://mynestlifestoryofaduck.blogspot.be/

In case you are still interested in Pipke's story!

Herewith I want you to let you know that I will continue to publish Pipke's story.

I hope you will drop by from time to time.

Mind you: this is without any obligation!

Thanks in advance.

Till soon - I hope.

Greetings

Fran

PS: see also link Pipke's Life story on the right side above in this blog.

Starting a New Chapter in my Life!

Dear blogger friends

I want to let you know that I'm planning to go further with my blog: "Life Story of a Duck" very soon.
I just need to make some adjustments on this blog because the recent comments work there anymore.
I will send you an invitation when I'm back!

Thanks for your attention.

Memorial Pipke

In Sweet Memory of my Beloved Pipke

"If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude,

 then animals are better off than a lot of humans."

James Herriot

This picture was taken on 7/26/1995

May 25, 1995 - September 14, 2009

Thank you sweet little girl for being my faithful partner.

In good or bad times - you were always there for me.

What a luck that I had you!

Your 

Oma

PS: If you want to know more about her look at this link  there you will find all I wrote about her. 
The last part of her life you can find on this link.
Best start reading under in the blog.

 You can also go to my other blog:  "Life Story of a Duck" there I started to write her story since her birth. 

Thanks for reading

Memorial Pipke 2011

In loving memory of 

my best friend

Click on my best friend and read also PS below in this post

Pipke

May 25, 1995 - September 14, 2009

I do not need a special day to bring you to my mind.


The days I do not think of you are very hard to find.


Each morning when I awake I know that you are gone.


And no one knows the heartache as I try to carry on.


My heart still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow.


What it meant to lose you --- no one will ever know.


My thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill.


In life I loved you dearly; in death I love you still.


For always

Your Oma

PS: I've added this instrumental music (my best friend) in particular, because it has such a very sensitive meaning for me. 

Why? Because: in the year 2000 Pipke became ill for the very first time in her life. 

We had visited the vet already 14 days and she still wasn't getting better. 

We thought at that moment that we would loose her. 

They played this song on the car radio while we drove back home after our visit to the vet. 

I burst into tears when I heard it. 

I will never forget how desperate I felt then.

It still makes me very emotional when I hear it.

Since then I call this: "Pipke's song".

Please read also. 

Pipke's Very Last Journey

Pipke's Very Last Fight

The Days After

A Dramatic Turn

Today, something dramatic happened in my life folks, something where I can't talk about openly on my blog.

Once I started both my blogs in good spirits with the aim to tell Pipke's life story but at the moment I lack the courage to really go on. I'm totally collapsed and I really don't know if I will ever come back.

I've still published the previous post because I had written it already months ago and I had so much pleasure with it.

It was good to know that you were here and that you stopped by from time to time.

Actually after Pipke died, telling her story became a new aim in my life. It kept me going on, but unfortunately ... this time ... what happened became too much for me.

Thank you for your kind comments, for being a reader or a follower and a friend.

I don't know what the future will bring but at the moment I'm not able to go through with my blogs.

If I would come back then I will let you know.

I will let this blog to rest, together with my dear Pipke, the love of my life!

Remember!

Life is full of beauty.

Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.

Smell the rain, and feel the wind.

Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Be happy!

I wish you all the best and take care.

Fran

A Combination of my Favorites

This time about something completely different, *although .....

Probably you've already seen on my profile that one of my interests is: Classical music.

I think now these days it's a kind of music that's rather being ignored by younger people.

Most of them prefer to listen to contemporary music, and I can really understand them. Mostly contemporary music sounds cheerful, and I must agree – that's not so often the case with classical music. Actually – any piece of classical music is bound to touch the sensitive string in every classical music lover's heart. If you are downhearted you best don't listen to it. I myself, I'm not always in the mood to listen to it because it makes me sometimes melancholic but nevertheless I like to hear it so now and then.

When I'm in a cheerful mood then I listen (and/or dance, all by my self) to contemporary music, I really like it too.

Now I want to explain how I came on the idea for this post.

I was surfing on the Internet and I came by coincidence on this YouTube music video. I discovered there that they combined the things I love so much: a part of one of my favorite piano concertos of Serguei Rachmaninov supplemented with beautiful sensitive images and text.

If you love classical music then you will probably know this music piece.

OK – it's an emotional piece but If you are not in the mood to listen and look at it then please don't do it.

Info: Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a Russian writer and essayist.

I have seen an orchestra play this piece by Rachmaninoff, Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, Op. 43, Variation 18, in a real concert hall on November 25, 2004. 

The sound was overwhelming, something completely different from when you hear it on the radio or on your CD player. It was performed by the St. Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra. The pianist was Igor Tchetuev. 

Cn the link  Igor Tsjetuev. you can hear and see him play an other piece of the concert that I attended.

Actually this was the best performance that I've ever seen and heard. He played the piece with so much power and diligence, it really gave me goosebumps.

I have this music on CD, but It has been a long time since I've listened to it. In fact: my CD player stayed closed since mid-August last year. This was at the time that Pipke became ill for the very last time.

Anyhow, I really love the images and the text they've added to the music. I find it a wonderful combination of beautiful things, things that matter in life!

Life is full of beauty.

Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces.

Smell the rain, and feel the wind.

Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Be happy!

Fran

I still want to add.I discovered something very interesting after I had written this post in draft. Did you know that: Classical music also pulls at the heartstrings of people in a vegetative state.

If one plays music to vegetative patients, their heart rate changes in the same way as that of healthy controls, suggesting that music can affect the neural systems of emotion even when conscious thought is impossible.

To Jeannie and Jen: do you remember the hilarious conversation which followed on the comments of this post.

It went about: "**een scheet in een fles"?

I said there : "And now I go from one extreme to an other, I will listen to Rachmaninov's piano concertos n°1 & 3"

Well -- the piece that you could hear here was the piece that I referred there.

(For those who don't know it: literally translated to English **this means: "a fart in a bottle".

If you want to know what the English proverb is for this, read the comments on this post:):) LOL.)

Maybe you're surprised -- but yes -- I can be funny and naughty too.

PS: I said *although because it goes again about "feelings", but it shows the way I am and how I feel.

I just hope that you don't get bored with it.

(Actually I had prepared this post already two months ago but hesitated to publish it because it was again all so sensitive.)