Here's a short video about the underground group Castrum Peregrini during WWII narrated by historian Erik Somers from the Netherlands War Documentation Institute (The Institute is practically across the street from the site of the group's home at 401 Herengracht in Amsterdam during the war.) It's in Dutch, but from 2:54 to 4:24, you can hear the interview with me.
My father Guido Teunissen (1917-1997) was a Romantic, a roamer, a thinker and a craftsman; a charismatic and iconoclast. A Dutchman, he hid Jews in Holland during WWII, made sandals in Mexico, fine furniture in Big Sur, fasted with Alan Watts, dropped LSD with Ernst Jünger and lived without rules, other than to be true to himself, to honor quality in all things and to honor the beauty of the natural world.
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
Like God In France
In the Fall of 2001I went to live in Provence, thinking I would write about my father, Guido Teunissen, at the home of a Dutchman who was connected to Guido's circle of friends in Holland during the War but who had moved to southern France post-war. But I arrived just after the 9/11 attacks, as it turned out, and I was paralyzed, unable to get down to work.
I settled in a tiny village of no more than one hundred souls, in the shadow of the plateau where the great Provencal writer Jean Giono created a community of visionaries, all passionately dedicated to the land and its people. Over the eight months I lived there, that land and its people stitched my world back up again, through the deep succor of the relationship between humans and the natural world that embraced them.
During my stay, instead of the book about Guido and the War, I wrote an unpublished memoir of my sojourn in Provence. Along the way, it came to me that Guido surely had guided me to the land of Jean Giono, since I discovered a way of life that expressed the values Guido held dear. Here's an excerpt from that memoir about a visit I paid to Guido's old homestead in France, where he went to live in the mid-1960's, after nearly 20 years in the New World, spent in New York, Mexico and, for the longest stretch, on the wild coast of Big Sur, California.
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