handwritten notes about theory of relativity, Feynman lectures I mechanics / Claude Kaeser, Introduction to the special theory of relativity
foto copy: F Penzlin; Vorlesungen über Quantentheorie
Ah – the Vancouver container adventure. I remember it well. When after the move from Borken, Westfalia to Victoria, BC our household items arrived in Canada, Dorl and I crossed over with the first ferry to get them to the Island. They were storaged at a landlocked container place far out Vancouver, and first we had to drive with the small truck we had borrowed to Hastingsstreet 555 to clear the papers.
It was around noon when we came to the storage place and went into the office, which was populated by clerks and one jolly jovial fellow straight from the Dickens novels, pretty drunk, full of compliments. Somehow we managed to find our container and get it cleared, maybe by “Judy”, I don’t know anymore; however, we were not allowed to load the things on the place itself. I forgot the reason, but the container was loaded on a flatbed trailer and driven somewhere even further upcountry, with us in pursue. The sun was setting, when we got to work. For sometime the two drivers looked on, but probably they were touched by our two-people-endeavor and joined in until all was done.
We scrambled into the loaden truck and startet off. It was high time to reach the harbour for the last ferry, and we manged in the nick of time. The ferry ride provides 1 1/2 hour rest, and surely we had a good meal to recover our strength. We arrived home in the pitch dark and I still remember the lingering daze, the feeling to have stepped out of normality into a world not quite our own.
First sketches for the building of our little woodframe house, sitting on a rock. Calculations for material and plans for construction were tasks Dorl shared with P*** who helped a lot. Located on the site of a chicken house and to be built without permission it oughtn’t become to tall. The room under the slanted roof – the children’s bed room – measured at its peak four feet. We spent happy years in our little house.
It was after the famous Kelowna house and two or three other constructions (garage, chicken house …?) the last big building project. Another smaller project, apart from numerous furniture adjustments or creations, was the big wooden water tank we needed in Victoria when the well had run dry.