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Carnival!

February 13, 2007 10:35 pm

We are going to dance up a storm at the 3rd annual Brazilian Carnival party this Friday evening February 16 at the old Olympic Gardens - a.k.a. The Dirty O, on Cunard Street.

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Mom Margaret

February 11, 2007 9:52 am

My Mom is a talented professional artist working in a variety of media. Visit her web page for more information.

The Art of Margaret van Gurp

Privacy Issues (CCTV)

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Halifax Cams - Privacy Issues

Outdoor closed circuit television cameras (CCTV) in Halifax, Nova Scotia
Privately owned cameras in public places…

Goodbye public privacy in Halifax - Hello Cops watching your every move

So much for Halifax’s historic and funky downtown character. Bbecause of a few highly publicized violent crimes the Halifax Police Service has finally convinced the weaklings at City Hall to allow them to install police monitored and recorded surveillance cameras in the downtown core. It was sure as shootin’ going to happen. The writing has been on the wall for years.

It’s small minded, fear driven and a simplistic approach to dealing with crime. It’s done to placate the masses and to give police and easy way to think they are doing something proactive. There’s a great potential for police CCTV to be used as instruments of social control and there mere presence changes the character of the downtown.

We have lost rights as citizens in this move. There’s been no public consultation, and there’s been no public agreement that we are willing to give up our privacy in public spaces.

Boo! to the Halifax Regional Municipality
Boo! to Mayor Peter Kelly
Boo! to the Halifax Police Service
Boo! to Municipal Council

Read much more on this page - inludes maps and photos

Yamaha XJ750X (’85) (SOLD)

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What’s left of my first bike
A Vespa Ciao moped


Maxine before the
bar-b-que paint episode


May 5, 2000 Here’s my XJ… note the ding on the tank. The original colour is purple but the grey looks nice. I also like the lack of emblems and logos
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JANUARY 2006 - SOLD
To Ken, who has a patient hand in bike restoration. Hopefully he will have great success getting her back on the road and back in great shape. Thus ends my XJ ownership. Now… what else is out there :-):-):-) ???

Here’s what Ken Speights of Lantz did to her - WOW! (click to enlarge)

DECEMBER 28, 2005 - as-is for sale photos

CURRENT REPAIRS - WINTER 2004

My ride is a 1985 Yamaha Maxim X - XJ750XN - a watercooled 750cc in-line 4 cylinder, 5 valve per cylinder sportbike. I bought it in June 1998 and have been riding almost continuously since then. (new paint job) Bar-b-que paint - $4.99/can

The XJ Global Relay involves two or three hundred XJ motorcycle owners around the globe who are passing a canvas knapsack from country to country. The bag is now an amazing collection of personal mementos and funny little objects, letters and photos. Friendships have been made and we’ve all been enriched by the experience. Follow the link above for more information.

We met on Friday evening the June 16th 2003, to look at the bag. Mario Grenier, David Wooten, Rich Black, Peter Perry and John van Gurp. What a blast. There is so much to see. It would have been great to have a whole afternoon but we made the most of a short evening to go through the amazing travelogue presented by the personal effects and notes and souveniers and some weird stuff that lives in the knapsack. photo album

This morning we got together again and added Guy Maugher and Ronnie Norden, who rode in from PEI on Friday evening. He just missed us for that evenings gathering. So we rode out to Peggy’s Cove for some photos. It was fun. You may have heard about Peggy’s Cove in relation to the SwissAir Flight 111 disaster.

The roads are twisty and turny and with the maniacs leading the pack we had a good time. Who were they anyway? Rich? Ronnie? On the way back David and I splintered away to go back home for other obligations, while the rest of the gang carried on the Stewiacke, Nova Scotia at 45 degrees North latitude. From there at least, Rich, Ronnie and Guy (?) are going on to PEI.

Photo Album

Mario’s video page

See the Canadian XJ Relay main page - Mike Winiarz


Oct - 04 - She’s in the shed for the winter being brought back to good condition. The plan is to strip it down and paint the whole thing in a nice colour scheme and to replace a lot of stuff; shocks, coils, handlebars, lights, wheel and steering bearings, check everything over and end up with a nice bike once again.

Here’s a page to follow the progress.

Oh and by the way, it looks like the emulsified oil was caused by water entering the air cleaner box through a dislodged carb intake boot. The water then worked its way down through the crankcase breather tube. Nothing major - phew! (Update from December 2005) I read up that short stop city riding causes emulsified oil build up in crankcase breather passages in left side engine cover. So I removed it and cleaned them up.

Sept - 03 - after almost ending up under a van a couple of days ago I added some colour. Also cut down on the seating… moved rear pad to main seat area, held in place with an old strap. My friend Norm said it was a stealth bike, and that’s why I’ve had a couple of close calls…

April 2003: The bag is on it’s way to Mario Grenier in Dartmouth! Here’s the Canadian XJ Relay page.

March 2003: Apparently a guy somewhere in Scandanavia has the bag and isn’t answering emails. What’s to be done about that?

Update: No news for over a year until September, 2002. It looks like the relay is still alive and a gang is forming to transport it through Nova Scotia to Brian Evans in New Brunswick.

Jamie's old SportsterJamie’s old Sportster

XJ and other bike links

Rat Bikes and Choppers!

Chopper Links!

Notes:

October 2004
Pulled the bike into my new backyard shed (the Camp) and am going to spend some time on it this winter. I’ll do the steering head bearings, exhaust, maybe brake lines, rear suspension, have the forks checked out at a machine shop and will have a look at the swing arm bearings.Here’s a page with photos and notes.

May 2003
I’m pretty certain the reason I have some very odd handling issues is due to a bent Triple Tree. There’s a cycle salvage yard in New Brunswick that has a used one for $120, but I think I’ll check Toad’s Cycle first, and I’ll also check into a new part from Yamaha. I’ve been much better about covering up when she’s in the driveway. Also - time for another can of bar-b-que paint lol.

March 2003
It’s a looong cold winter in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and Maxine’s been sitting in my Mom’s garage since early December, however; spring is not too far away. I hope the minimal prep work I did back then will mean an easy startup when the weather breaks. Been charging the battery every month or so and last fall I stuck a $4.99 flange on the exhaust because one of the tomato can flanges rusted out, so as far as I recall there’s nothing to fix.

October 2002
Having a great time this late summer and autmn riding my matt black bike all over the place. The exhaust has a couple of holes and is very slightly obnoxious which makes it even more fun. Weird eh?

September 2002
The ratting of Maxine….or how a shiny bike gets mean

September 2002
Haven’t had a great interest in the bike since quitting smoking, since I now walk back and forth between work and home and try to get as much exercise as possible, still… it sure is fun to go for a blast on the weekends. The bike is rusting in spots but it still runs great, although there’s something loose in the front end and the clutch is wearing.

December 2000
Squeezed the bike through a small door into my basement. The plan is to take parts off, one at a time, and to clean and polish everything. A lot of the billet aluminum is oxidized or the clearcoat is clouded. It shines like high quality chrome after buffing. Other plans are to replace fork springs with Progressives and possibly rebuild the clutch.

May 2000
I’m embarrassed to report the emulsified oil was a result of not having spark plug #3 properly seated. It was loose enough that water drained into the cylinder and made it’s way to the crankcase. An hour of highway driving made it evaporate and everything is fine

April 2000
Clutch is still slipping on low rev hard torque. Rebuild estimate from Pro Cycle is approximately $CDN350… $191 parts and $125 labour plus tax. I might have it done, might do it myself or might let it go for a while.

March 2000
Changed plug wires from original to new NGK Racing wires… not sure why they’re “racing wires” but I can say performance has improved dramatically. The wires are bright orange and the plug caps are molded right in. The original wires are molded into the coils so I had to cut them and use NGK cable splicers… they’re easy to connect and work fine. The whole job cost about $CDN100.

March 2000
Found emulsified oil in the oil filler cap hole around upper clutch components … looks like a white cream. Changed oil twice after making sure engine was hot. Seems to be almost all gone now. I’m hoping it’s just from winter storage and the residual water will steam away through the crankcase breather tube.

Music activities

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I play in two bands; a rock and roll type group and a Brazilian style samba batucada percussion group.

The samba band is Samba Nova. What a great group of people and a terrific musical experience. We consider ourselves a “community band” that exists as a collective but manages itself with a management team. I’m one of four people who sort of run the business side of things, although it’s all very cooperative.

We are a practicing and performing group of around 25 people of varied backgrounds. The group was formed many years ago by Matthieu Keijser, who passed away in October 2006. Our new leader learned samba at his Granny’s knee in Brazil. He’s a truly excellent samba band instructor and leader and we are learning new materials and enjoying every single minute together as a band. We perform at festivals and events paying gigs and expect to be busy with events all year long. It’s extremely enjoyable.

The rock and roll band is a bunch of guys who more or less have been hanging out together, some for 20 years or more. I’ve been with them for roughly 15 years mostly playing my amplified violin. When I started we played a lot of Van Morrison and Bob Dylan and folk/rock type of music with great harmonies and music that suited my instrument. Since then we have bought more and more gear and become louder and louder and the genre of music has become more guitar-centric.

While the music is often good, with blues and rock and spontaneous inventions that seem to really fall into a smooth groove every once in a while I hear things like Smoke on the Water which for me is probably the bottom of the barrel as far as music goes.

We have played a few small events over the years, mostly parties and the like but no one has any will to do anything more than just “jam” in the music space. During jam sessions, sometimes three electric guitars will play at the same time, each seeming to compete with the other. No one ever discusses the songs or tries to improve and there usually isn’t even any agreement on what song to play.

I used to sing in the Atlantic Swells Barbershop Chorus. We performed regularly but I couldn’t commit to the many shows and other activities throughout the year.

Sony Minidisc MZ-R700

February 5, 2007 11:13 pm

I bought a Sony Minidisc MZ-R700 digital recorder on ebay for $60, plus a Sony stereo condenser microphone to record pieces by my band Samba Nova



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I sold a dot com

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Roughly a year ago, while updating some records for domains I maintain there was a news event where a Canadian was appointed to an important position. For some reason (maybe my underlying schemer tendencies) I spontaneously registered the .com version of the domain with that person’s name. Afterward it seemed kind of pointless but a month before I was intending to let it expire I received an unexpected email from an IT consultant “Is this domain for sale?”



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My father

February 3, 2007 10:04 am

 

 

Monday, August 19, 2002 Back The Halifax Herald Limited

VAN GURP, Alexander
VAN GURP, Alexander - 78, Halifax, died peacefully in his sleep with family around him, August 17, 2002. Born in 1924, in The Hague, The Netherlands, he was one of 15 children. In his early years he worked in a radio lab where he designed a new model of a radio, now a collectors item. He immigrated to Canada in 1953 with his wife, Margaretha and children, Maria, Hetty, Gerald, with Susan, Carolyn and John, being born in Halifax. He is survived by his wife of 56 years, Margaretha; seven brothers and sisters in The Netherlands; his six children; nine grandchildren. He spent two of the war years in a forced labour camp in Germany and was interred in a camp for political prisoners. He was active with the Dutch Association of Slave Labourers, he founded a website for survivors of forced labour camps and spent much of his time translating documents and maintaining the site. Through this work he found information for the families of deceased forced labourers. In Canada he established VanGurp Electronics, taught electronics at Halifax Regional Vocational School and served as principal at the Community College. Since his retirement he has taken great joy in the peace and solitude of his cottage at Russell Lake, where the natural beauty inspired him to perfect the craft of bird carving. Cremation has taken place. A memorial service will be held 3 p.m. Friday, August 23, in Atlantic Funeral Home Chapel, 6552 Bayers Rd., Halifax. A reception will follow the service in the family reception centre. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Save the Children Canada, 1-800-668-5036 ext. 292

 

Ceremony on August 31, 2002 at Russell Lake

Introduction

On April 11, 1924 Alexander van Gurp was born at Scheveningen, The Netherlands.

On August 17, 2002 Alexander van Gurp gave his spirit back to his Creator.

Today we are together to commend his remains to the earth at a place where he spent so many happy hours.

 

Quotations from the cottage-book

(a journal documenting events and thoughts starting with a camp purchase in 1985)

January 1991

Eventide

It’s getting dark, the sun is slowly setting.
A quiet peace descends upon the land.
Even the birds have all but ceased their chatt’ring.
The trees are black, no wind for them to bend.
The lake is still and slowly disappearing.
The trees will blend in total darkness
then and up above, beyond all human hearing,
a million lights for me, a single man.
A melancholy mood, a sense of perfect peace
comes o’r me when in this enchanted land.
Thoughts disappear, my mind is so at ease.
It makes me feel this peace will never end.

 

July 1991 This evening it was very quiet as it usually is after the birds and mammals have retired, for whatever reason they have to do so. And when I soak this in, I’m very happy and peaceful.

February 1994 Lately I have been trying to decide why I am so content and relaxed here at Russell Lake, even when the weather is not very nice and I think the answer came to me one evening recently when I was sitting on the sofa at home in Halifax, looking at my surroundings. It suddenly struck me that almost evrything around me was dead: the fire place, the walls, the ceiling, the ornaments, attractive as they were. I then fancied myself in the cottage, looking out through the sliding doors. Everything I saw was showing signs of living. I realized that I am a living organism in the company of other organisms. It makes no more sense to distinguish between nature and oneself than between, for instance, nature and birds or trees, we and they are altogether one.

May 1996 Lots of birds and their songs. I can just imagine how Adam and Eve must have felt in the Garden of Eden.

June 1997 I’m looking out in the flower garden with the orange azalea and purple ajuga in full bloom and birds frolicking in the birds bath. The sound of the wind in the trees and the chirping of the many birds are the only outside sounds. Not a human within miles; no lawn mowers, no cars. Vivaldi’s “summer” of the Four Seasons is playing softly in the background. Nothing but tranquility. The sunlit greens of the trees, ferns and grass appear to be almost luminous. There is a light haze over the lake. Oh, perfect peace!

May 1998 Russell Lake … Sunset Chalet … How sweet it is!! No cellar, no whzzz-whzzz or grrrr-grrrr of cars and lawn mowers. Just the sweet sounds of bird songs … nothing else, or total quiet.

January 2002 During 2001 I have been here 132 days which is 36% of the year, almost all of it from May to November: 4 more months and the fun starts again. What will 2002 bring?

 


Reflections and Thoughts by Family
 

From the 103rd Psalm

As a father has compassion on his children
So the Lord has compassion on us
For He knows how we are formed,
He remembers that we are dust.
As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone and its place remembers it no more.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord’s love is with us and his righteousness with our children’s children.

 

We all select a stone and place it on the heap of stones which is a monument to the memory of Alexander van Gurp

Farewell

In the ancient Greek world, religion sprung from people’s interaction with their environment and was a way of understanding or coming to grips with the actions and cycles of the natural world. Gods lived on misty mountain tops and controlled the oceans and the skies. The most sacred spots were also the areas of greatest beauty and inspiration. Even today visiting these sites send chills up your spine and generates a strong sense of awe and reverence.

The Christian religion of our father’s youth and family has close connections to the beliefs of the ancient Greeks. Common threads can be found between the ancient and more modern religion and a number of books of the New Testament were written in Greek communities amid the temples and religious practices of the Greeks. The ancient people believed that everyone went to the underworld when they died.

To reach the underworld they had to pay a boatman one coin to be ferried cross the mythical river Styx. Africans held similar beliefs and many of the old sprirituals, based on ancient beliefs, refer to rivers or waters to cross to reach the promised land. The Greeks also believed that exceptionally good or heroic people were reserved a place in the Elysian Fields, a golden, blissful place of rest in the underworld. Of course, not everyone made it to the Elysian Fields after their first life. If you were sent back to earth and made it to the fields three times, you earned the right to rest in the Island of the Blessed and never had to leave. Today we are ferrying our father’s body across the waters of the Lake Russell to reach the promised land of eternal peace and serenity, to remain undisturbed as long as the land, God or gods allows islands to stand and lakes to be filled. Whatever our religious beliefs may be or not be, may we all live with the hope that eternal peace is possible, whether it exists in the form of a place in heaven next to God, a spot reserved in the Elysian Fields or a tranquil island in Lake Russell.

Travel well, Dad, and Godspeed.

Carolyn

The ashes are taken in the canoe and are deposited on an island in Russell Lake

canoe



Netherlands Slave Labourers WWII My father created this site dedicated to information about World War 2 Nazi slave labour camps for Dutch nationals. It includes pages of requests by survivors and survivor’s families for information about them or people they knew. He spent a great deal of time writing and translating documents for his site and for others as well. The Documentatiegroep 40-45 has generously offered to host and maintain the site. A Letter to Susan is the account of his experiences in a German factory and in nazi labor and prison camps between 1943 and 1945. 

“… a letter which a Dutch former forced laborer wrote to his daughter in 1983, forty years after having been deported to Germany. In it he describes the events which led to his deportation, his experiences in a German factory, and in labor and prison camps between 1943 and 1945. The story is representative of the many accounts which have been written since the end of the second world war. The contents are based on memoirs written immediately after the war and can therefore be considered factually accurate.”

 

Roots of the van Gurp Name

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by Dr. G. J. van Gurp (Eindhoven, Holland - c.1983)

The van Gurp family history can be traced back to circa 1300 and possibly even further. My own research has progressed to the mid-15th century.

The family derives its name from the hamlet Gorp, near Hilvarenbeek, in the province of Noord Brabant. This hamlet, which today only consists of a small castle, a number of homes and parcels of land, belonged to the Duke of Brabant whose seat was in Brussels and who had given it by tenure to one of our ancestors. At that time a person by the name of Wouter was the vassal. Since he lived in Gorp he was called Wouter van Gorp, or van Gorop. In legal documents one can also find other name forms such as: Jan Gerits op Gorop wonende (Jan Gerits living at Gorp), or in short Jan Gerits op Gorop. The vassalage passed from father to son. When there were several sons, they all inherited land but only one inherited the title. Gradually the name Van Gorp was used even when the person no longer lived in Gorp.

It is probable that the name was pronounced Görp as is still the case in the western part of Noord Brabant. The government officials whose job it was to write deeds and other legal instruments were always local people who knew how t he name was spelled. When, during the 17th century, clergymen from outside Brabant were appointed, the name was distorted to Van Geurp or Van Gurp in the baptismal and marriage record books and it is for this reason that today both the names Van Gorp and Van Gurp appear, both traceable to the vassal of the Duke of Brabant.

Over the course of history the Duchy of Brabant split into two sections of which one became part of the Netherlands (Noord Brabant) and the remainder part of Belgium. The name Van Gorp or Van Gurp appears on both sides of the border.

The research which I am conducting contains some areas of genealogical uncertainty. The genealogy of our family can be traced with certainty to the beginning of the 18th century when our ancestors lived on the isle of Goeree-Overflakkee, namely in Stad aan het Haringvliet. Because of a 50-year gap in the baptismal and marriage record books and because the family did not live in Stad aan het Haringvliet before that time, there is also a gap in the genealogical tree. A family named Van Gorp has been found who lived on the island circa 1700 but it cannot be proven that the Van Gurp family descended from them. However, it appears probable and this essay will be based on the assumption that the relationship is indeed factual.

Our ancestors therefore came from the Hilvarenbeek region of Noord Brabant in which Gorp was located. Ancestors also lived in Tilburg. An important relocation took place circa 1578 when Hendrick Laureijs van Gorp moved from Tilburg to the village of Cape lle in de Langstraat. The reason for this move is not known. It may possibly have something to do with the persecution of the protestants which resulted in an exodus from ’s Hertogenbisch and de Meierij, to which Tilburg belonged. Capelle which is now in Noord Brabant, was then part of the province of Holland which enjoyed a considerable degree of freedom of religion. Adam, Hendrick’s brother, also moved from Tilburg (circa 1592) and settled in Poppel which is now Belgium, close to the border. Our ancestors lived in de Langstraat for about 100 years and during that time some of them also moved from de Landstraat to Oud Beijerland, whence the trail leads to the isle of Goeree-Overflakkee. These relocations always took place by boat which was necessary because all these places were located on or near waterways. For our ancestors the move away from Goeree-Overflakkee took place circa 1880 when Pieter van Gurp moved first to Sliedrecht, then to Noord Brabant and later still to ’s Gravenhage.

In the part that follows I shall present the genealogical tree to the extent that it represents the direct line of descent from father to son. The data were researched mainly in the following archives: Algemeen Rijksarchief (General State Archives) in ‘ s Gravenhage, Rijksarchief van Noord Brabant (State Archives of Noord Brabant), Gemeentearcgieven (Municipal Archives) in Tilburg and Sprang-Capelle, and the archives of the Nederlands Hervormde Gemeente (Dutch Reformed Congregation) in Sprang-Capelle.

For the period after 1600 baptismal and marriage record books are significant sources. For the preceding period judicial and notarial instruments are the only sources. Among these are deeds of purchase and sale, wills and testaments, bankruptcy petitions, et cetera. It is understandable that these documents are also of importance for the period after 1600. For the purpose of this research they are only of importance to the extent that the family owned property and unfortunately that was not the case during the early part the 18th cetury which coincided with the gap in the baptismal and marriage record book in Stat an Haringvliet. Years of birth are not known for the time before circa 1600 since baptisms and marriages were not recorded which makes the construction of the family tree somewhat like trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle.

It goes without saying that baptismal and marriage records were entered by hand. Because this was sometimes done in poorly legible handwriting, data cannot always be traced. Besides, the baptismal and marriage record books are not complete. Also, name changes occur which hampers research. Relocations were not recorded with the result that a branch of the family tree simply breaks off. All this means that it is nearly impossible to construct a family tree in its entirety. For that matter, such would also take a great deal of time.

As late as the 18th century it was common to use patronymics, having one name to which the father’s name was added. For instance: the father of Laureijs Hendricks van Gorp (Hendricks meaning Hendrick’s son) was Hendricks Jans van Gorp.

Infant mortality was high and as a result it happened that sometimes several children in a family had the same name. Apart from this, one will also find that two children from one family carried the same name without one having died. In such case they we redistinguished as Cornelis de oude (Cornelis the older) and Cornelis de jonge (Cornelis the younger). This is how the surnames De Oude (the Older) and De Jonge (the Younger) came into existence. Sometimes there were also a Cornelis de middelste (Cornelis the middle).

Few people lived to be 65; many died before that age. Many women died in childbirth.

With those who were less well-off it often happened that they moved because work could be found elsewhere. That is how one family, Jacob Hendrickse van Gorp is found under three different addresses on the isle of Goeree-Overflakkee (circa 1685).

Official functions were always awarded for a number of years by the Schout en Schepenen (sheriff and magistrates). It is not surprising that the most important functions were filled by wealthy families, sometimes passing from father to son.