Herman may know what this maid is up to, but the only thing I can see when I look into her eyes and notice her hands, disappearing into a metal receptacle is election interference. This ingenue looks like she might mess with ballots. And if you questioned her, good luck to you!
Amd then again. today marked the day that they validated the ballots. We are turning the page, in a new chapter. Maybe those are just come hither eyes?
Upon opening the outside envelope, Herman's distinctive style and presentation greet me. The front and back (above) are in a letter shaped folder that was closed and encircled by a folded and taped piece of a map. Unfolded this works as an abstract collage.
Herman has drawn my attention to the names of the places he has used in his folder. They look benign, but Herman tells me that 'terrible things happened in Putten', but doesn't know about Ingelton.
about Putten: One of the biggest Nazi raids held in the Netherlands during World War II took place in Putten. On 1 and 2 October 1944, the majority of the male population was deported from the town and most of them died in concentration camps such as Neuengamme and Birkenau. Following the war, two of the responsible German officers were tried and convicted for this action. The raids were a retaliation for an attack by the local resistance that killed one Wehrmacht officer near Nijkerk. The first and second of October are commemorated every year in Putten. A war memorial at Putten Church and a memorial garden (Vrouwtje van Putten Herdenkingshof) commemorate the event and the loss of life.
Herman has juxtaposed England and the Netherlands. He asks me whether anything happened in Ingelton. I look and it seems to have a quiet past.
Wihin the folder I find myself partying without a qualm about social distancing while Herman's mythological creature looks on.
Glad to hear you are very well, Postal voyageur. Here at Nayland Farm, we are well to,o but here's hoping the vaccine is around the corner.
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