JoKalsbeek
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I agree, @Antje77 . And if I ever can figure out how to spell it phonetically I plan to ask you and @JoKalsbeek if y'all can help me with a song my mother learned as a child from her Dutch grandmother. My mother didn't really know Dutch but she used to sing us this song when we were little. The only word I may have figured out so far is something like "buntekuh" or "buntekoo".
Oh yes, it makes sense... That's how one version of the song goes. : vader was niet thuis, moeder was niet thuis, piep zei de muis in het voorhuis. Except that voorhuis was more like the "nice" livingroom, part of the house facing the streetside. Where you went if the pastor visited, with some sherry especially bought for him, haha. (For other visitors, the kitchen and tea was good enough.The first one sounds very familiar! Thank you very much, @JoKalsbeek ! I am sitting here smiling -- you just took me back more than 60 years.I wish there were a way I could sing the tune here. Oh, well, someday we will be able to enter tunes -- I'm not gonna go sing on YouTube!
I think Mama sang the first half in Dutch and the second half in English, because the first half sounded like it might be the first three lines of yours (is that "the spotted cow with horns"?). After "met horens" it sounded English to me: Phonetically:
Father wasn't in the house
Mother wasn't in the house
Peep! said the little mouse in the summer house. (but it sounded more like "hoose").
Does that make any sense?
Talking of cows, when I was a freshman at Auburn University I used to ride the dairy manager's horse, and to get to the roads and trails we rode on, we rode out through the pasture of the dairy herd. About 300 Holsteins and 3 Jerseys. It was so cool.
It's a grammar thing... Cookies, the kitchen maid shall bake is a more correct translation. The importance of comma's eh.Not quite sure of this but.
Roeien, roeien naar grootje toe,
Grootje heeft een bonte koe,
Met horens,
Kerken hebben torens;
Huisjes hebben dakken;
Koekjes zullen we bakken,
Als de bakker brengt de gist
En het koetje melk p.st,
En het kippetje eitjes leit,
Koeken zal bakken de keukenmeid.
Rowing, rowing to big,
Grootje has a colorful cow,
With horns,
Churches have towers;
Cottages have roofs;
We will bake cookies,
If the baker brings the yeast
And the cow milk p.st,
And the chicken leeks eggs,
Koeken will bake the kitchen maid.
Not a good idea to bake the kitchen maid I think.
That's funny, I know many children's songs but of all the songs you mentioned I never heard the versions with the bonte koeSounds like one of the many variants to Schuitje Varen, Theetje Drinken.
Roeien, roeien naar grootje toe,
Grootje heeft een bonte koe,
Met horens,
Kerken hebben torens;
Huisjes hebben dakken;
Koekjes zullen we bakken,
Als de bakker brengt de gist
En het koetje melk p.st,
En het kippetje eitjes leit,
Koeken zal bakken de keukenmeid.
or
Schuitje varen theetje drinken,
varen wij naar oma toe,
oma heeft een bonte koe,
oma die gaat melken,
(naam kind) die mag helpen.
van je rommelde bom
van je rommeldebom
(naam kind) gooide de emmer om.
Ohhh, schoonmaken.
Or a Slaap, Kindje, Slaap variant:
Slaap kindje, slaap
Daar buiten loopt een schaap
Een schaap met witte voetjes
Dat drinkt zijn melk zo zoetjes
Schaapje en een bonte koe
Kindje doe je oogjes toe
Bonte koe, what I think buntehuh probably refers to, means "spotted cow"... And us dutch rather love our cows, they tend to show up in a lot of songs.There also was a book called the Ship's boys of the Bontekoe, published in english as Java Ho! (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Java_Ho!). Any of that sound familliar?
That one is a different song altogether but of course you might sing childern's songs in the same order every time, making it one song.Father wasn't in the house
Mother wasn't in the house
Peep! said the little mouse in the summer house. (but it sounded more like "hoose").
Does that make any sense?
I just checked, and my chickens do lay eggs (3 eggs today) and not a leek in sight.And I suppose chickens don't leek eggs but lay them.
And they were rowing to grandma!Rowing, rowing to big,
Ah all becomes clear now I think.I just checked, and my chickens do lay eggs (3 eggs today) and not a leek in sight.
And they were rowing to grandma!
Oh yes, it makes sense... That's how one version of the song goes. : vader was niet thuis, moeder was niet thuis, piep zei de muis in het voorhuis. Except that voorhuis was more like the "nice" livingroom, part of the house facing the streetside. Where you went if the pastor visited, with some sherry especially bought for him, haha. (For other visitors, the kitchen and tea was good enough.).
I'm from a city in a rural area, Tilburg.... So it was easy to ride my bike out of the city limits, and there'd basically be cows everywhere. Not like riding a horse, I guess, but can't get much more Dutch than riding a bicycle along cow pastures. Well, if I'd worn clogs and eaten cheese along the way, maybe.These days I live an hour north from there. There's 3 Scottish Highlanders (red and black) in a little pasture for show, but other than that, it's mostly sheep around here. And a few towns over they have masses of chickens (Barnevelders, from, naturally, Barneveld). Not as cow-ey as in the south.
Yes, it is. You kept all the beautiful furniture in one room, the 'pronkkamer' for important visitors. It was the room at the front of the house, where people could see it. Not unlike the plates you only use on sunday or holiday dinners. And not unlike many people who shove all their junk in a bedroom when expecting visitorsIs "voorhuis" like "front of the house"?
Sounds like a perfect excuse, and anyway, you'll be safe from breadpudding in 2 weeks. So be happy you've had good-bye bread pudding and eat sensible again tomorrow!"Confessions Are Us ..."
I have just done a terrible thing.
My excuse:
The cafeteria in my building will be closed as of January 31st. The cook who treats us about once a month to her secret-recipe bread pudding with raisins and custard sauce won't be here anymore. I used to go down about once or twice a year to buy a serving of bread pudding. Then, last spring, after being diagnoised T2, I gave it up.
Today, I happened to have a pint of milk in the fridge, so, knowing about the cafeteria closure, I went down there and bought myself a serving of bread pudding with custard to go.
I just ate nearly 3/4 of it. Hot, with ice-cold milk.
Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. But oh so good. Good. Good. GOOD. GOOD.
I am now going to get up off the sofa and go throw the rest of the bread pudding away. And pour out the rest of the milk.
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