Sunday 9 April 2017

Zulu Being Echoed About Our Eisenberg Hall.

The Eisenberg meeting continues.

I sort of knew that we'd attend and we did en masse. Five of us were on a mission to mingle, see and hear the Deutsch Schützen choir contribute their bit in the Eisenberg foursome. Not often can one meet so many different folks who have almost the same address.

Having to garner a table with enough chairs posed no problem. Our parent's generation has a surefire way to never have to stand on the periphery...get there an hour early and in our case we were so frightfully early that even the bar was still closed. Luckily one of Bob's friends took pity on us and offered to organize some drinks.

The Bobster who hails from a younger generation, the one that likes to be fashionably late to any function in order to merely be absorbed by the masses, tried his best to look cool and blase under these circumstances. Bad luck for him having to sit facing the door and being so jolly visible...

It took over an hour for the hall to start filling up and suddenly our early arrival had paid off. We were seated and ready to listen to the choir, of which mum is a member.

Bob's dad was raised on a farm and is fluent in authentic Zulu and I think he couldn't believe it when the choir's first song was a stalwart of Zulu culture. Who would have thought...a Burgenland village choir singing a Zulu song! And surprisingly in almost perfect pronunciation. Bob's dad was bobbing along and almost joined as a background singer. ( Bob was on high alert in case his Dad made his way to the stage )

The mystery of the near perfect pronunciation is quickly unveiled: A few times in the past few months, Bob was roused from his TV slumber by mum phoning from choir practice asking if he would please tell them how to pronounce the odd Zulu word correctly and he explained it so well, that both my in-laws were amazed at how good the choir sang this song.

Despite getting there even earlier than the usual early bird crowd, we had a fantastic evening. A nice way to see another slice of village life...

Biggi

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