Autobiography Dieter Rolf Fischer Book 11
(Pictures by author, unless indicated) Book 11 / Ch. 17 Written / Published 31.1 - 4.2.2013
The date of publishing - February 4. In the US it's Feb 3, the date of the big sport event called the NFL Superbowl, played in New Orleans, as I write, after a 35-minute power-outage. The day before ODB Bible reading was headed: New Eyes. The key verse:
"The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that you may know what is the hope ... the riches of the glory of His inheritance...".
Friend, if only you could see with new eyes, God's view of things! You may not become superman, but Super owl.
17. Now [it's] back to front
Once every year in January Adelaide is gripped by a fever - cycling. The first ride on the professional racing circuit takes place in our city. For a whole week the sport is taking over our streets, making front page news and stirring much interest, during the carnival-like atmosphere. Big names come to town, both professional and visitors, who enjoy being part of it all.
The first race took place on Sunday 20th around a street circuit in Adelaide's East End. As I often do, I combined business with pleasure. In the afternoon I took my recently acquired GIANT on its first long ride to visit a friend in a southern suburbs hospital. As I locked my bike to the post outside the hospital, how weird, I found this on the ground and put it in my pocket:
After my hospital visit, cycling back via Adelaide city, I stayed and met my Italian cycling friend Tony. We watched the cycling race together, witnessing German ace Andre Greipel win this, the first race. He was the favourite to win that evening, having won the Tour Down Under in 2008 and 2010. Conditions were prefect. Thousands came out to cheer on the riders. At the beginning of the race I noticed something unusual. As readers would be expecting, it has to do with numbers and a name:
The surprise in the name Howson came to me as I started writing this chapter. Until then I had not seen that name hidden in the front page headline of our Sunday Mail newspaper. I had only seen SON WOW. Take a look:
Sunday Mail, Front-page Jan. 20th, 2013.
ON WITH SHOW Minus WITH = HOWSON.
Before discovering Howson in above photo I had seen the headline as WOW SON, plus the letters H I T H. A long time ago I had viewed the capital letter H as It, by moving the crossbar just a little. Now H I T H becomes IT, three times.
If we further engage our knowledge of German, IT become ES, which leads us right into the place, were this chapter was going anyway - ESslingen, my hometown in Germany.
Next came an amazing twist. One, which took me a while to uncover. The detective inside me, the Spirit who guides, saw some numbers, in the same newspaper, the Sunday Mail. My wife bought it, exactly a week later on 27th January. This time it was a picture on page 19 that drew my attention. Take a look:
Sunday Mail, 27th January 2013, Page 19.
Where is the significance in 3108, you may ask? As mentioned earlier 138 had come up in a recent chapter, but here I viewed 3108 as a date: August 31st 2012, exactly five months before this writing.
On that date my classmates in Germany, whom I had not seen since 1966, had arranged a class reunion for just that date. It was a Friday. So where does the letter H come into the above (HOWSON) picture? It simply is in the name Sohn, the German version of son.
A very significant photo of the class of 66 is part of the banner in Book 9. Later in this chapter, we shall return to this class and reunion. For now it's the name Sohn (English son), which brings out the letter H.
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(Back to Germany)
At the end of August 2012 my service with the disabled people was completed. This gave me another month to travel, visiting friends and family all over Germany. It was on Saturday 25th when exited the train station in Bad Cannstatt to make my way to the flat at No. 71, which had been made available so kindly, and where I would be staying at for a week.
As soon as I stepped out of the train station I could hear and see a long procession of flag waving, chanting, obviously exited young people walking by. They were Bundesliga football fans, heading toward the Mercedes Benz Arena, where the first match of the season was to be played later that evening. A photo was a must:
Since there was no television set at the flat at No. 71, where I stayed at for a few days, I was often listening to the radio. Radio SWR 4 played popular music, many songs in English, which I liked. Listeners were encouraged to request a favourite. A few weeks earlier I had done exactly that. During a brainwave, having just been there, I sent in a request for the song Mississippi.
Of course, being on the move, in and out, I never heard it being played, until ..., out of blue, weeks later on Wednesday August 29th, 2012. I had just returned from some shopping, tuned into SWR 4 Radio, as 'Mississippi' was being played. Had I stayed out shopping a few minutes later I would have missed it.
But this was not the only surprise In the news that very day, how timely it was, the city of New Orleans, on the Mississippi delta, was being battered by another storm Isaac. It was seven years exactly to the day when the city was devastated by the storm no American will ever forget - Katrina.
But there was more. That afternoon I visited a lady, whom I had known since my youth. She had lost her husband years earlier. No, her name was not Katrina, nor did she live at No. 7. Her name was Gerda. She lived at No. 50. But that was remarkable, really. The places I was led to afterwards were!
On leaving Gerda's place I decided to ride home a different way, over the hills and through Fellbach. This took me high above the Neckar Valley, to a place called Katherinen Linde, translated Kathrine Lime (tree). I don't think I had been there since my childhood. A minute further on, down a steep hill, (remember it was the seventh anniversary of Katrina, I came to a locality called Sieben Linden (Seven Limes - trees).
Lookout Tower between Stuttgart and Esslingen, Wuerttemberg
Not far from where I was staying was the suburb of Schmiden, Kreis (County) Waiblingen. This was the place, where my grandmother lived, at No. 96 Fellbacher Strasse. Our mother often took us children there. Those visits are part of my earliest childhood memories. Cycling through the old part of Schmiden one balmy evening I spotted this exotic vehicle:
On Radio SWR 4 a gentleman phoned with a request. He was celebrating his 77th birthday, and his 55th wedding anniversary, a few days later. I noted his name: Heinz Fischer. (We touched on the name Heinz in Chapter 15).
He requested the song: Liebst Du auch den rauhen Wind, translated: Do you also like the rough winds? Earlier that morning a pastor on the Deutschland Funk gave the meditation for the day: A central part of the talk, I didn't write details, was a candle. Next on the radio program came an interview which was discussing Wind-power. It fitted right in; as it does here.
Our Daily Bread - August 19, 21, 22, 23 and 24 - 2013
It really all ISSO - HEMAN's HONEST.
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The day before commencing this chapter was my birthday. Just as I had this morning, four days later, I woke when the digital clock beside my bed read 6.13. That day I had loaned my Suzuki to my son-in-law, the father of our new-born grandson. This is why that day I drove the Mitsubishi Lancer, which I only do once or twice a month.
As I started the engine to have lunch my wife, I looked at the gauges, something I always taught my learner drivers to do as routine. I noticed the digits on the dashboard - 613, the time I had woken. But then there were more: Take a look:
Mitsubishi Lancer - Odometer Readings Jan 30, 13
(Back to Germany)
As mentioned, the 2012 Klassentreffen (school-class reunion) was scheduled for Friday 31.08. Since my Giant bike was safely stored at a New York Youth Hostel, my transport in Germany was a borrowed bicycle, which also happened to be a GIANT. The venue chosen for the much anticipated evening was the Jaegerhaus, translated Hunter's Lodge. Its location is high above Esslingen at the edge of the Schurwald, the forest I remembered well from my childhood.
As I struggled up the hill to arrive at the appointed time of 6 PM two buses passed by. One going up, the other coming down, if I recall correctly. What I definitely remember, it's written in my diary, it was the same bus company, which serviced this route 40 years earlier, called Fischle. The buses route numbers were rather remarkable - N 105 and N 150. Not only N ISSO, but how 1/5* matched Fischle and Fischer!
In Book 8, Chapter 14 I had already extensively written about my fellow pupils. There is the class photo, and the amazing names. At the time, in 2010, I was invited but not ready to travel and attend the very first reunion our class had had since we all went our separate ways in 1966.
But there was more, on the way to the reunion. I wasn't quick enough to catch the Fischle buses, as they passed by. But when I saw this parked vehicle on the opposite side of the road, moments after the buses passed me by, I stopped pedalling to catch the moment on camera: Take a look.
It was a big moment, meeting with my school friends for the first time in over four decades. As one by one arrived I recognized some immediately, like my Nebensitzer* Traugott. He had shared a desk with me. Traugott was born on the same day and year as I. His name literally means - Trust God.
In my Book 8 I had mentioned five class mates, their names and peculiarities. All except the fifth one were present at the 2012 reunion. The first one was Hans, who had given me many old postcards for my collection. The second I have already mentioned above, Mr. Ai.. The third one, Harald, was later taking me and my Giant home to Cannstatt, where he also lived.
Friend No. 4 was kind enough to pay for my meal that evening, a rather nice gesture. But then, his name... Mr. Rich!. Another friend, who was and is the driving force behind our class reunions, who deserves much thanks, is Hartmut. My German speaking readers, who know minus R code, will already have translated it into - has courage (Hat Mut).
The fifth person listed in Bk 8, 14, the person with the most impacting name in the class photo, was not present that evening. I did not ask why. His name was Mr. Sohn, who in the class photo shows just above my head.
What better place than right here to insert a photograph of another vehicle, who I had seen parked in Cannstatt, beside the Neckar River. Note the word HERR. At the time of writing I received a letter from the US. It was addressed to HERR ... (DF), which has two meanings, Lord and Mister.
Jesus ist HERR
Just as I write, in the USA it is Sunday 2/3/13 (Feb.3rd). Sports fans are gripped by an event taking place in NO - New Orleans. It is the first time the event is held being held there since Katrina in 2005. (How timely, did you not read about Katrina earlier in this chapter?) A moment ago, on (4th Feb.) I had occasion to email the US TV Show Today, because of what happened yesterday.
It was a great afternoon in Adelaide. Superb conditions to cycle to Hindmarsh Stadium and watch our team play the Sydney Wanderers (Yes! - That team ...!) This time I only travelled 15 kilometers on the bicycle, not 3000 km in the car. But again, the trip to the stadium was more enjoyable than the 1 1/2 hour agony, seeing our team beaten again, on the green grass at home.
There was one bright moment, which provided a little magic, a timely goal scored by an American born player, plus numbers (ie. 35) to do with the Superbowl.
The magic I saw at Hindmarsh yesterday started with a photo I took. I had changed seats at half time and found myself, unplanned, sitting behind two supporters, whose numbers (and the name CASSIO) made me, 10 minutes into the second half, take this photo:
Hindmarsh Stadium, Feb.3rd 2013
about 10 minutes into the second half!
As I have emphasized in above email, numbers on their own have no meaning. If God is not behind it all, what is the point, all is meaningless, all co-incident?
A chapter in the bible comes to mind, where the writer, the Apostle Paul, lists all the attributes one may have, or works one may do, to be perfect before God: Speaking in other languages, prophesying the future, understanding mysteries, be knowledgeable, or even endure great suffering, even allowing your body to be burned. (I. Cor. 13.)
Yet, without love, he goes on to write, you and your works are nothing! Even when your car registration number matches the date, or you wake at a special time in the night, or a player's jersey matches a book you are writing etc etc, without God all is meaningless.
God is Love. HIS love WON!
Where? On a cross.
Let me finish with an interesting find I made during the writing of this chapter, on 1.2.13. At work in the second-hand shop, out of a donated, small purse came this:
Fifteenthousand D...not Dollars, I wished!
Vie t nam.
Don't you love it, reading backwards? Man cross, [ie] Victory.