Really good feel that you are here at the virtual Cafe WIM. Nothing beats sitting around the table that by lack of emperical evidence not exists at this stage of Cafe WIM life and sphere. Although I miss looking at you, there is no clean-up, no ashtray
tip-out, no glasses to polish.
Aha, Virtual Cafe WIM gets you that sort of comfort. Away from hard work under hot lights. We still like to know more about that "my Mother was rich" when we were here last.
here is usually offset against poverty. "Oh, you have no idea how poor we were, but look at us now." Internet marketers describe sleeping under a car and the rat- infested basement with the three-leggd table. They fought to overcome poverty. I didn't.
How did you get your success ?
My Mamma's Grandfather, Governor General of the West Indies via 'old money', knowledge of many languages, being well-informed and capable of a good presentation. Some of that my Mamma heard about from "Ouwe
Oma" the First Lady in the Indies.
From this we get the picture that your Mother is rich.
You have it almost richt. My 2nd Father was a district judge and my Mother WAS rich. Her home -that in later years housed the Minitery of Agriculture
had her name on it. At a grand banquet honoring Anna Pavlova, world'`s Prima Ballerina, Mamma was seated next to her.
What do you consider 'wealth' ?
Well, for exmple: plantage owners on a ship voyage to Holland tipped the grand piano
over the railing because the didn't like the music. Or, a student in Amstedam likes the smell of the manure carrying Rhine barge and has that boat stay there for ten days. True stories.
A rich man's wife had died in the West Indies.
He asks the captain of an ocean liner to have
his wife's remains brought to Holland with him. "Absolutely impossible. Not allowed under our company rules." Man nods and says, "telegraph your company that I bought the ship."
Wow. So, your Mamma
was that wealthy?
She was the heir to considerable real estate in Arnhem that was for the most part bombed flat by the Allies by mistake, a gigantic house in Nimwegen burned down by Hitler Youth in the wake of the German retreat. Her Oldmobile
and Essex bought in 1929, confiscated.
How did she describe her youth?
She described it in the way another rich girl did when asked to write an essay for school: "my parents were poor. The butler was poor, the bell-maid was poor, the
gardner was poor, the chauffeur was poor." "Your parents were poor?" "They didn't give me pocket money."
Oke, we get the picture. What did you get out of this?
Take away the fine attributes of the Governor General and leave "good presentations"
in. What I get out of that is.. being myself. Out of the instructions from "Ouwe Oma" comes a manner of being that is over time grafted onto my character. The good presentation.
It's getting late. Just say what we can take away from all this.
Why do people by instinct know that the "royals" are different from a "commoner" ? They were told by nod and signal on how to proceed. Eventually they acquire a manner that they are comfortable with because it answers all eventuallities they may encounter.
Can you sum it up, what this means?
Manners. The right presentation will get you through an application process given out by an established company, or the "deal" that is part of being an entrepreneur. The best time is at an early age. When
you come to my Virtual Cafe again, I let you know what I learned.
Seeing that you want to leave..any "homework" ?
Read "Lord Fauntleroy" by Frances Burgess. The Mother of that 7 year old was a genius. She -although she was a commoner.
gave him the perfect manner. Do me a favour, find-out why V.V. Putin rose from officer to Pres. over all of Russia. His answer: "Nice Parents." Really !!
Split. We are curious about Fauntleroy first. You will get some comments on all this.
Merry Christmas and forward herewith: Kindest Good Wishes for 2016. Have a Ball !!!
HO HO HO