Chapter 25 of the Peter and Gertrud Klopp Story – Part I

An Unconventional Engagement

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.”Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Pastoral Scene of Watzenorn-Steinberg (today's Pohlheim) near Giessen - January 1965

Pastoral Scene of Watzenorn-Steinberg (today’s Pohlheim) near Giessen – January 1965

Tense Moments on a Train Ride

On January 8th, 1965 I took the train to Cologne, where the Canadian Consulate was located. In those days it was relatively simple to become a landed immigrant of Canada. One had to be in good health, have useful skills or at least demonstrate to have the potential. In addition, one needed sponsors, who were willing to vouch for the new immigrant’s good character. My brother Gerry and sister-in-law Martha in Calgary were willing to take the risk of sticking their neck out on my behalf. So it happened that on that momentous Friday I received the official permission to enter as landed immigrant the country of my dreams.

On the same day I traveled to Wengern on the River Ruhr, where on account of Mother’s kind arrangements I received at her acquaintances a warm welcome, a fine meal and accommodation for the night. Frau Wolpert, a war widow, had a daughter about my age, who was still living with her mother in the small apartment. I was not too happy, when I heard that the young lady was taking the same train in the morning. Courtesy required that I sat with her in the same compartment. Lacking my brother Adolf’s outgoing character and social skills, which he could so easily employ in any situation, I kept mostly quiet except to ask where she was heading. And when she replied that she was attending a trade school in Siegen, I was dumbstruck and became more and more apprehensive, since I had made the arrangement with Biene that I would join her  on the train to Siegen with the plan of traveling together to my Mother’s place. The thought of being in the same compartment as Fräulein Wolpert greatly troubled me and a long embarrassing silence followed this shortest of all dialogues. While I was frantically searching for a way out of my dilemma, she may have been perplexed over my sudden shyness or may have wondered whether there was something about herself that I may have found offensive. I would have had plenty of time to explain to her that my girlfriend is already waiting for me in the train from Essen to travel home with me to meet my relatives. But unable to talk about things that I considered too private to share, I remained silent. However, when at the transfer station in Hagen she followed me hot on my heels and boarded with me the express train to Giessen, I couldn’t think of a good excuse to get rid of her and considered it best to tell the truth.

“Excuse me”, I spoke rather timidly, “I must say good-bye now. My fiancée is sitting somewhere in this train and I must go and find her.”

With this more than cryptic remark I hurriedly left Fräulein Wolpert in the compartment where she had just sat down on the bench and was in all likelihood puzzling over my strange behavior and the even stranger excuse. Regaining my calm I ambled from carriage to carriage, until I finally found Biene at the far end of the train.

Mother (better known as Mutter Köhm)

Mother (better known as Mutter Köhm)

We were so happy to see each other that we forgot to talk about what was so important to us. On the three-hour train ride to Giessen we missed in our rapture the golden opportunity to make concrete plans, on which we could confidently hang our dreams and aspirations. Adolf picked us up at the station and took us to Watzenborn, where Mother, Aunt Lucie, Aunt Mieze and Uncle Günther gave us the customary  royal reception that made Biene instantly feel right at home. She was originally supposed to stay overnight at Philip XI, a small bed and breakfast establishment, but Mother insisted that Biene would sleep in the guest room, thus having a better chance to get to know her. Adolf and I were delighted to cede our bedroom to the finest and most beautiful young lady and we gladly slept on the downstairs sofas instead.

In a mysteriously worded note to Biene I had announced that I would take her, perhaps on a flying carpet, to a distant land and return home during the same evening. The distant exotic land turned out to be a Chinese dinner at my cousin Jürgen and his fiancée Inge. Jürgen impressed me with his sharp wit and exuberant jolly manner, with which he entertained his guests. I could see why he and Adolf got along so well with each other. He cracked a few jokes about the West German army, which I found as a member of the armed forces less amusing. For even though I had had bad experiences until very recently, I felt too much a member of the body to which I belonged to ignore my sensitivities about his jocular attacks. Like many of my friends in Wesel, Jürgen was exempt from military service, because his father Bruno had been killed in action at the beginning of WW2 in Alsace-Loraine.

From left to right: Jürgen, Biene. Peter and Inge

From left to right: Jürgen, Biene. Peter and Inge

The Chinese dinner was a great success. Biene and I enjoyed every minute of it. It was here at Jürgen’s apartment that Adolf took the first photos of us two being together. Near the end of the party another guest probably from Egypt said that he had a culinary surprise for Biene. He wanted her to guess a mystery food from his North African country. He asked her to close her eyes and open her mouth. When she complied in great anticipation, he slid the mysterious object into her mouth. All eyes were focused on her facial expression. Having crunched it and tasted its flavor, she asserted that it was quite delicious and pleasant to eat. Great was her amazement when she learned that she had just swallowed a chocolate covered grasshopper, considered to be a delicacy in some African countries. Merrily we returned home to Watzenborn over the snowy wintry roads in Adolf’s old faithful Volkswagen beetle.

From left to right: Inge, Adolf, Biene, Peter and a Friend- January 1965

From left to right: Inge, Adolf, Biene, Peter and a Friend- January 1965

21 comments

  1. rabirius · January 27, 2017

    Excellent.

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  2. GP Cox · January 27, 2017

    I don’t think I would have appreciated the grasshopper…. 🙂

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      I feel the same way about grasshoppers. I would have to be starving before I would consider eating insects.

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  3. arv! · January 27, 2017

    That’s a lovely picture of you two.. Second last picture.

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      Thank you very much for your kind comment, arv!

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      • arv! · January 29, 2017

        Always a pleasure to read your posts from past!I really enjoy these pictures! 🙂

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  4. Inge Kind · January 27, 2017

    Biene is sure a great sport to eat something she das not know what it is. Lovely story Peter, true love is Beautiful

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      Thank you, Inge! Looking back it was truly amazing to see Biene eat the grasshopper. But then again she did not know what she was eating.

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  5. Edda · January 28, 2017

    Wieder eine wunderschöne Fortsetzung eurer Liebesge-
    schichte,Peter.
    Diesmal auch viel zum Schmunzeln!
    Schon die Zugreise stellte dich ja vor einige Probleme!😉
    Und Biene hat bestimmt nie wieder so vertrauensvoll mit geschlossenen Augen den Mund aufgemacht…😂 😂
    Edda

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      Liebe Edda, vielen Dank für deinen verständnisvollen Kommentar! Wenn ich zurückblicke, fallen mir noch viele andere Episoden ein, über die wir heute schmunzeln. Wie langweilig wäre das Leben ohne die kleinen und großen Dummheiten!

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  6. Ann Coleman · January 28, 2017

    Lovely photos! You look a lot like your mother!

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  7. taphian · January 28, 2017

    sehr lustige Geschichte, Peter. Bin immer gespannt, wie es weitergeht. Ein schönes Wochenende aus Hamburg, Gruß Mitza

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      Vielen Dank, Mitza! Es freut mich, dass du unsere Familiengeschichte mit so großem Interesse verfolgst. Viele liebe Grüße aus dem fernen Kanada!

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  8. Edda · January 28, 2017

    Liebe Grüsse auch einmal an Mitza aus Hamburg von Edda und Dieter aus Sottmar bei Wolfenbüttel !😉👋👋

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  9. Bun Karyudo · January 28, 2017

    Oops! The two of you should really have been discussing Canada when you were in the train together! I’m not too worried, though, because I know it will somehow work out in the end. Biene was brave to let you all test her with a mystery foodstuff. Whenever I tried anything like that with my brother and his friends, I usually ended up with a teaspoon of Tabasco sauce or some such. I’ve never eaten a chocolate-covered grasshopper before, so I’m not sure how I’d like it, although I think I’d prefer it to a chocolate-covered (faithful) beetle. I have a feeling the latter might be a little too filling.

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      You are so right, Bun! Looking back, Biene and I lived too much in the moment to talk about the future. Indeed in the light of the momentous events in the following year it was a miracle that we eventually made to the altar.

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      • Bun Karyudo · January 29, 2017

        That sounds exciting! I look forward to reading about what happened. 🙂

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  10. jeannettepaterakis · January 29, 2017

    Fantastic photos,wonderful that you have them still.Biene is such a pleasant person,I am sure everybody likes her.Thanks for sharing your personal moments.I don’t know how I would have reacted if somebody would have given me a chocolate covered grasshopper.I wish you a wonderful week.Many greetings from Crete

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    • Peter Klopp · January 29, 2017

      Thank you for sharing your impressions about Biene! There is hardly anyone who ever met her who would not agree with you. She is still working as a teaching assistant, and the kids love her. Thanks again, Jeannette, and many greetings from Canada!

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      • jeannettepaterakis · January 30, 2017

        that’s wonderful.I am very happy for the children and for your wife.Best wishes and many greetings from Crete

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