john tagliabue | nieuwerkerk aan den ijssel

1 03 2009

NOTES from the UNDERGROUND No. 170 | February 28, 2009

SKATING ON ICE

I’m either fortunate or doomed to be attracted by too many things. “Curious” is another dimension of attraction. From people to…certainly ideas, memories, images. Whatever it is that sets off something else inside you—and you can wait to deal with it on…well, paper if you’re a writer…an artist. Whatever it is out there that enters ‘here’ and seeks further transformation.

One of the reasons I am a long-time New York Times subscriber, reader, is the quality and depth—and in some cases, the spirit of their reporting. You have to be a poet, or at least a journalist with a pot’s sensibility to write for that paper. I’m not sure that’s a well known prerequisite or if this in any way appears in the job description. But that’s what I sense, as a reader and writer.

I have enough clips of New York Times’ stories to fill a room. Maybe a small house. Why the hell do I keep clipping them, hold on to them? To re-read at another time, thinking perhaps they might inspire some writing of my own—some essay, some fiction. Or to share the clip with others who, I feel, may experience a similar ‘charge’ I experienced over a piece of newspaper writing. Sometimes I send a friend the original—but mostly I make a copy…and place the clip in yet another file. Alas, they mostly accumulate, fade, grow old, discolored, brittle…manila folders of them in my living room…stacks of them here on the floor of the coop, scatterings of them on top my impossible desk. This whole place needs another purging. Soon. I must let go.

But wait…here on my desk is this wonderful photograph with accompanying story I clipped from the New York Times just recently—January 16, 2009. The story is set in the Netherlands—a place I love, though I have been there only once, a long time ago. So, maybe in my own head, I’m already thinking “Once upon a time…” by merely feasting on the photograph of people, bundled up, skating on a frozen canal…iconic Dutch windmills on the banks, a blue sky…a sunny winter’s day. The title of the clip states: “Skaters Rush to Icy Canals in a Rare Deep Freeze That Warms the Dutch Soul”. I’m lost. I’m there!

I want to return. Walk those canals at all hours of the day and night. Go back to Rotterdam, the Hauge, Delft…the Zuyder Zee…Volendam, the island of Marken. Visit all the Dutch master painters in the Rijksmuseum. Make acquaintances among the Dutch people. Eat in their restaurants. Drink in their bars. Admire their beautiful women. Read their writers—any writer with any poem, essay, story, novel set there. Reread, again, Camus’ Amsterdam in THE FALL. A novel I’ve read a dozen times: “Holland is a dream, monsieur, a dream of gold and smoke…”

Outside my window today it’s February. Still winter. And the “Hans Brinker” thought of skating down those beautiful icy canals (as I barely re-read the first paragraph of the NYTime’s story on my desk), sets my thoughts flying on silver skates…brings me back again to the only time I experienced skating down a frozen river–and the small story that came from that experience, “Skating Backwards” (recently re-printed on Notes from the Underground, #167, January 27, 2009…and archived there).

And so I read on and on…remember…admire ever word and nuance the writer had brought to this well-told news story…sense all the connections once again…flowing on a river of ice —Norbert Blei

Skaters Rush to Icy Canals in a Rare Deep Freeze That Warms the Dutch Soul

By JOHN TAGLIABUE

NIEUWERKERK AAN DEN IJSSEL, the Netherlands —

For the first time in 12 years, the Netherlands’ canals froze this month, bringing the Dutch, who like their tulips in neat rows, a heady mix of pandemonium and euphoria.

Hundreds of thousands of skaters, their cheeks as red as apples in the subzero temperatures, took to the ice, and hospital wards were filled with dozens of people with fractured arms, sprained ankles and broken legs.

Train engineers were ordered to go slowly to avoid hitting skaters who clambered over railway tracks to get from one frozen canal to another. Even the minister of defense, an avid skater, fell and broke his wrist. His ministry announced that the national defense remained in safe hands, even if one of them was in a cast.

In the 19th century, when Hans Brinker, the hero of the novel in which he tries to win a pair of silver skates, coasted along Holland’s ice, the canals froze almost every year. But water pollution and climate change have made this so rare that today a boy of 15, Brinker’s age, may never have seen a frozen canal, or at least remember one. Until, that is, this year.

“For us, it’s in our genes,” said Gus Gustafsson, 68, a retired insurance executive, explaining why he and his wife rushed out to buy new skates and take to the ice under a cloudless blue sky. “It was like a frenzy that came over people, including lots of kids, like my granddaughter, who is 5.” With thousands of others, they skated northeast toward Utrecht, then toward the cheese capital, Gouda.

With an influx of immigrants, the country has been struggling to maintain what it considers its Dutch soul, and Mr. Gustafsson was one of many here who thought the skating experience enabled the Dutch to reconnect with their identity. “There were only Dutch people on the ice,” he went on. “I saw no people of Arab descent.”

But Andre Bonthuis, who has been mayor in this town of 23,000 people for the past 20 years, said he saw Indonesians and Moroccans, among other newcomers to the Netherlands, on the ice. “It’s rather new for people from Morocco,” he said. But he agreed there was something very Dutch about canal skating, which is depicted in paintings by Dutch masters as early as the 17th century.

“Water is our friend, and 10 percent of our area is water,” he said. “From the oldest days, in very little villages, people could skate to each other.”

Mr. Bonthuis, 59, said he skated with friends recently but also spent a lot of time just skating meditatively alone, leaning slightly forward, arms crossed behind the back. “It’s nice to skate when there is a beautiful view of the fields,” he said. “You see a lot of people skating alone.”

Asked whether the skating frenzy had an economic impact, or perhaps had helped the Dutch forget the downturn, he replied:

“Everybody took days off.” He added: “A lot of Dutch canceled ski holidays, so that hurt the economy, at least in the ski resorts.”

But over at Haitsma, a big hardware and skating supply store, Henk Haitsma, 62, the owner, was not complaining. His shelves were swept clean. “I sold 3,000 to 4,000 pairs of skates in the last 10 days,” he said. In that time frame he would have sold several hundred in other years.

The Dutch, famed for their champion speed skaters, like to go first class on the ice. The most expensive pair Mr. Haitsma sells, fancy skates with hinged blades, retails for $1,190. Other expensive models have removable linings that are put in a microwave oven, then pulled over the skater’s foot, where they shrink to the perfect size. Many of the store’s skates have removable blades, enabling skaters to walk off the ice without damaging their blades.

Monique Matze says she just hopes skaters stay off the railroad tracks. She is the spokes-woman for ProRail, which operates the Dutch railway tracks, and she was troubled by the numbers of skaters crossing the rails, many wearing bulky skates.

“When our tracks run over water and people want to get from one side to the other, they just climb over,” she said. There had been no accidents, she said, but she added: “This weekend there were a lot, lot of skaters, and we had no means to facilitate crossings, so the only thing we could do was to caution them.”

There may have been no railway accidents, but there were plenty of other mishaps. The defense minister, Eimert Van Middelkoop, “fell on a rough spot on the ice,” according to a statement by the ministry. This week he was back at his desk, with his arm in a cast.

“He’s over 60; he shouldn’t have been skating,” said Henk Van Engelenburg, a retired architect, with a laugh. Mr. Van Engelenburg, 74, who makes his home in a restored 17th century windmill, said his wife, who loved to skate, had a problem hip. “She cried because she couldn’t skate,” he said. But his 6-year-old grandson was on the ice, pushing a chair to avoid falling, the traditional Dutch way of teaching children to skate.

By this week, the rain and clouds of the usual Dutch winter were back. Weather experts said that the cold snap that brought the ice earlier in the month was caused by cold air that came rolling in from the east, across Germany and into the Netherlands. It was “favorable weather for skating,” said Harry Geurts, a spokesman for the Royal Dutch Meteorological Institute, in near-by De Bilt. “Lots of sun, little wind, really incredible.”

Mr. Geurts said he did not skate. “I just like to walk in the woods,” he said. “When you have freezing fog, it’s fantastic.”

Oddly, though, the cold swept across only the southern Netherlands and not the north. That mattered because this year is the 100th anniversary of the first race across frozen canals through 11 cities in the north, and it has been repeated every year in the past Century when there has been ice.

Will there be another cold snap to freeze the canals of the 11 cities tour? “Not in the coming weeks,” Mr. Geurts said. “At the earliest,
in February.”

[SOURCE: The New York Times, 1.16.09]

About these ads

Actions

Information

One response

3 03 2009
Ralph Murre

Just wanted to thank you for the Dutch Ice Dispatch. It was a tonic for my Lowland Blood, though I’ve never been a skater myself. Great disappointment to my forebears. My dad, the son of a Zeelander, told me of times when he and a few like-minded Young (Dutch) Turks would skate, of a Saturday, out from Sheboygan to Plymouth, by way of the river, there to partake in unnamed revelries and would then skate back in the moonlight. The old man had speedskates that were about a yard long in my youthful eyes, and could show an amazing turn of speed, hands folded behind his back, cheeks red, eyes twinkling.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 670 other followers

%d bloggers like this: