2004

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

 

 

It was a very good year for the Neergaard family.  Nothing much happened.  There were no household moves, no disruptions in vital statistics, at least not within the scope of our family (which mercifully excludes wars, elections and giddy media frenzies). 

 

There were however four monumental birthdays:  Lois turned 70, and our youngest three all turned 40.

 

 (It may occur to you that some of the pictures below, which originated on birthday cards, aren't actually unretouched photographs.

WellÉ  if Dan Rather can do it, why can't I?)

Dick & Lois's report:

Lois this year attained that comfortable age at which one can think what one likes, say what one thinks, and do what one damned well pleases.  So nothing new for her there.  Her birthday occurred in January while we were in Hilton Head, occasioning a surprise party that turned out to be such fun that the reason for having it was made almost worthwhile.  As to our younger birthday-kids, since it's indelicate to mention a lady's age, I won't say who-all it was that turned 40, but here's a hint:  one of them was our most absolutely favorite daughter-in-law.

 

Not much in the way of trips this year for Lois and me (one of the things Lois damned well doesn't do anymore is fly).  But we can drive to Hilton Head, and indeed we reside there for most of the winter, playing (at) tennis, and enjoying the balmy breezes in the palms amongst a truly delightful lot of similarly snowbirding friends, our stay punctuated only by a return to Cincinnati for the Christmas gatherings of family and friends.

 

All the kids and grandkids, minus the Brussels contingent but plus our Dutch grand-dog, joined us in Hilton Head for Thanksgiving Week.  And everyone will be home (Cincinnati) for Christmas – bless them. 

At last I'll finally be able to get that family photo!

 

 

Yeah, right!

(double positive yielding a negative –

a grammatical mirror of ÒAin't no wayÓ)

DickÉ..Lois

With a little help from Bjorn Borg and Anna Kornikova

 

The van der Werff's report:

 (Ed.:  They have happily made the transition from the Netherlands to Evansville Indiana, and have become quite comfortable with the down-to-earth life there.)

 

The van der Werff's in Evansville are now an eight-member family:  four humans, two dogs, a cat and a fish.  The fish (David) was won by Nick at the local culinary festival (aka the Brain-Sandwich Fair in honor of the exotic foods dished up).  We must report that all of eight of us are extremely successful in our endeavors.  David gets fed every morning (by Nick).  The cat (Billie) skillfully avoids interaction with the other non-humans (ie the dogs, and, fortunately, David).  The junior dog, six-month-old Kebo (brand undetermined) has dug a hole in the yard halfway to China.  The senior dog, one-year-old Lab (Holly), while in Hilton Head, made frequent and joyful plunges into the surf in an evident attempt to swim back to Holland.  (Note the jazzy euphony of the pets'  names:  Billie, Holly, Da[vid]).  Human #4, six-year old Nick, has a really cute girlfriend and likes American football:  "You get to throw a ball then play knock people over!".  Human #3, eight-year old Willem, regularly "gets a piece of it" when playing baseball... and the piano.   Human #2, the 39-about-to-be-40 year old Jan Willem,

 

 

 

Sue      Nicky     Willem

With a little help from

an anonymous artist of the Italian Renaissance

 

 

 

 

 

Jan Willem

helped a bit too

having global responsibility for making plastic sheet and film for GE, has achieved Platinum Elite status on Northwest Airlines.  Human #1, our 32-year-old-plus-maybe-a-little, newly-a-soccer-mom, Sue, is very busy managing pets, rearing her little humans and nurturing her grown-up one.  All of whom enthusiastically laud her as being hugely successful as the social director of the family.


 

 

Arthur's report:

I've always been a dog-fancier but am now up to 3 cats – no dogs.  This time last year I adopted Oliver, a stray who seduced me while I was out running.  Oliver needed a companion, so I went to a shelter and adopted Bruno.  Within days of getting Bruno, a kitten running loose in the neighborhood suggested to me that she be rescued – told me her name was Sophia.  That's three.  I insist I'm now done.  Luckily, all 3 cats are black, so as long as I wear dark clothes, you can't tell.

 

I've gotten ever more involved in my marksmanship hobby.  My AR-15 rifle and I entered the national championships - 1,300 shooters - at Camp Perry, Ohio in August.  Given that this was my first such competition, I'm rather proud of finishing in the top 50%. 

 

My project at work of the last 2 years has at last been launched into the market:  the "scent player", Febreze.  My role was in the design of its packaging technology.  The device contains five different perfumes, and emits them sequentially, so that the nose can dance with delight to a constantly evolving symphony of scents, bringing olfactory joy to millions.

Arthur

With a little help from the Frontier Press

 

Richard and Ishraq's report:

- Lila started soccer and scored a goal.

- Samer continued soccer and did not.

- Ishraq again produced her splendid Dance Show at the International School of Brussels

- Business continues to be great  (General Manager, Reckitt-Benckiser, Belgium)

- Did a lot of track days (weekend race-car whizzabouts on European race tracks).

- Almost bought a villa on the Red Sea in Egypt... three times.  Still trying.

- While in Cincinnati for Peter's birthday, filmed Arthur being Dirty Harry.  (At the shooting range, his girl-friend's pistol went off accidentally – four in-out holes in her coat.  No injuries).

- Got to meet Warren Buffet, so I bought some of his shares,

      on which so far I have only lost, both in price and in exchange rate.

- Whole family started rollerblading this summer.

 

Ishraq had a big birthday – and just look what she's achieved to date

 --->

 

With a little help

(a-hem) from

Richard

Ishraq     Lila     Samer

É.. and from Renoir

 

 

Peter

With a little help from Pete Sampras

Peter's report:

- Travel schedule (as promised by IBM) reduced from 50% to... well, 50%

- Took up tennis again, playing a couple of times a week (when in town)

    - playing with 14-year-old kid.  Regionally ranked.  (Humiliating)

    - playing with tennis-chick

    - playing with tennis-coach-lady

- Took up serious rollerblading (15 - 25 mile trips) a few times a week

    - met rollerblading-chick

    - started dating rollerblading-chick

- Steven turned 4 and is still "da man"

- Didn't meet Warren Buffett, so didn't buy his stock and lose money

    - instead I got myself a Turning-40-And-Divorced-mobile: Porsche Boxster.

    - prompting Richard to sell his (older) Boxter and upgrade to a 911 GT3

- Tenth anniversary (of my 30th birthday).  Richard flew over from Brussels for the week, created a terrific this-is-your-life video with music and intriguing effects [CLICK to view].  Splendid party.  "Life begins at 40" - could well be true!

 

 

 

 

Steven

A BIG smile, with a little help from Daddy, who's telling a secret!

 

Our most cordial Season's Greetings to you, from all the Neergaard family.