The Story of Mankind

Hendrik van Loon got sent to my house when I was languishing with Covid, bored, and couldn’t go into the Oxfam shop.

He arrived in a box with a collection of other books that I could ‘play around with.’ ( And more of the other books another day.)

And he is enchanting. Well, the book is, yet there are aspects to Hendrick’s life which have more question marks than enchantment – but more of that later.

Now, before you begin, I must warn you there is a long schlepp ahead of you. There are lots of images as well as words.

And I dedicate this blog to Mary and Bob – no they are not dead, off enjoying Irish music in the pubs of West Ireland – but they reminded me to tell some more Oxfam stories. Thank you to you both.

Just so you know:

(January 14, 1882 – March 11, 1944) Hendrick van Loon was a Dutch born historian, journalist, and children’s book author.

So, apparently this is a book he wrote for his children and ‘The Story of Mankind tells in brief chapters the history of Western civilisation, beginning with primitive man, covering the development of writing, art, and architecture, the rise of major religions, and the formation of the modern nation-state.’

The chapter on Moses comes between the chapter on the Sumerians and the Phoenicians who

He not only wrote but also illustrated this book, and isn’t this great?

This is not a short book, so Hansje and Willem must have had to have a good few nights when their dad read it to them.

But if ever there was a book written to be read out loud, this is one of them. Tell me  when you read these starter pages, you can’t hear a Dad’s voice? 

Don’t worry I am not going to go through the whole book with you, even the most loyal of readers are not going to accept a commentary on nearly 500 pages from ‘The Setting of Stage’ to ‘The New World.’ 

So, I am just going to give you some of the drawings with the occasional snippet of the words. 

Now that has to be a pre-historic marine-caterpillar dressed up as a palm tree – which is a bit of a stretch as the first movement of sea to land vegetation.

And it has guest appearances later in the story of civilisation:

Interestingly, there is little mention of dinosaurs – a paragraph or two. But I assume that it was Jurassic Park (1993 – yes that long ago) that lit the fire under (primarily) boys’ fascination with anything called something ending in ….saurus.

And there are maps which I am sure the Best Beloved, will study as he is writing his history book, meanwhile Jess has better things to do:

So, here are some of the illustrations which are nothing if not a snapshot of the subject:

and the BB would agree – blue sky and ancient monuments, what else would you need, well maybe a beach
Pretty sure this is the equivalent of a postcard….

Is it my imagination or are those trees walking quietly towards the Kremlin?

Yep that is a mountain pass

Now I am not sure of Hendrik’s views on all of the religions of the world though neither of these look altogether happy about their allotted lot:

Just mentioning the palm tree, and not entirely sure that is an authentic costume, just saying….
Moses not looking convinced

Just a quick note on Hendrik.

He wrote lots (and I mean lots) of books – check Wikipedia. 

Wikipedia also told me that Hendrik married an Eliza and had his two sons, then after leaving her ‘had two later marriages’ to another Eliza, and a Frances. Then he left Frances and went back to the second Eliza.  Keeping up?

That is quite a lot of marriage stuff to fit in between writing dozens of books on everything from The Rise of the Dutch Kingdom, followed ( inevitably) by The Fall of The Dutch Kingdom.

Multiplex man, or the Story of Survival through Invention, Life and Times ofPeter Stuyvesant (no, not the cigarette brand), and Man the Miracle Maker – all in 1928.

In case you were wondering, he was married to Frances in 1928 so either blissfully happy and creative, or hiding away in his writing room and keeping very distracted and busy.

And he had a look of what for him was the modern world:

I can’t claim I will be finding all Hendrik’s books and settling down to a decade of reading, but one I would have been interested in finding donated to the shop one day:

A World Divided is a World Lost, 1935. Could have been written in any of the last few years….

And he knew what he was talking about:

‘After having revisited Germany many times in the 1920s, he was banned from the country when the Nazis came to power. In the summer of 1938, during an extended visit to Scandinavia, van Loon met with refugees who had recently fled Nazi Germany and who gave him first-hand accounts of the terror that they had experienced.

His book Our Battle, Being One Man’s Answer to “My Battle” by Adolf Hitler (1938) earned him the respect of Franklin D Roosevelt, in whose 1940 presidential campaign he worked, calling on Americans to fight totalitarianism.’

But then I found this review and my enthusiasm has been a bit dented:

‘I was delighted to find this little booklet. Mr. Van Loon is one of my favourites. I was so excited. I wondered how he was going to deal with the title subject in such a short space – four chapters.

Well, he didn’t really. In typical Hendrik fashion he set the subject up in a simple but clever way. It took three chapters. I thought I might be going to get a proposal for tidying up the partisan-ness that we see in American government, for enjoying it and for making it work without the resorting to personal rancor, the utter refusal to listen or the telling of blatant lies. Didn’t happen! Chapter four waltzed off on to a different subject completely. I felt that the work presented in this pamphlet might have been intended as the beginning of another Van Loon book. Now that could have been fun.

Still, it is vintage Van Loon language and syntax. I love it for that. And for his illustrations!’

And this is a philosophical ending – thank you Hendrik, Bob and Mary.

Friends of Friends

My circular walk takes me and Jessie from our back door up to the South Downs Way, along a bit and then down and back round – I have to say that I am just boasting about this as it has no real relevance – neither has this picture of Jessie, not least as it is a summer picture, but please, as they say, live with me on this.

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Today was frosty and bright with lovely sun and it was a delight to be out and walking in such weather and seeing the views. But like all things, you get complacent about your surroundings.

So, instead of just walking and admiring the view, I took to musing what I would do with a significant lottery win. I am not talking a million or two here, I am going for Euro Millions.

Now and then I buy a lottery ticket just so that I can have this fantasy, and it works on a walk, especially useful if it is not cold, lovely and clear, but a drudge of a walk through mud and rain.

After taking care of immediate family, and donations to charities involved in causes I believe in – refugees, clean water, the amazing Medicine San Frontier, education for girls – there is still a lot of Euro Millions left over.

I can’t believe I will ever stop buying my clothes from charity shops or rescuing ‘brown’ furniture from auctions.

So, after we have bought a bigger house and clean, dry barns to be a home to such thing as Georgian dressers (bought at a fraction of the price that some pine number would fetch), there will still, as I say, be a lot leftover.

But thanks to my walk, I have a plan.

I am going to set up a fund called Friends of Friends.

The idea is that anyone we know who wants to do a project which has some benefit to other people gets some money.

It can’t be money just to make someone’s life easier – worthy though that would be – it has to be of interest/use to others.

It doesn’t have to be charitable – it can be a business, and event, an entertainment, a project, but it has to benefit more than just the person getting the money.

It is only available to people with two degrees of separation from us – that, of course dear reader, means someone we know, or someone who knows someone we know.

Already I can think of someone who could make some really interesting art projects in Liverpool and another who could utilise buildings in deepest Herefordshire to run very special courses to help people do better presentations and lots of other things.

I know someone who is trying to change the world through advanced storytelling – or at least he was last time I talked to him.

Someone else would probably have a project up her sleeve for women in Bosnia, another would have an idea or two about what could be really useful in York…..

By the time I was heading back up our lane, I had started to outline the email I would send round everyone I know, with the criteria.

And I was planning how many interesting times we would spend at the opening of these ventures.

So, I got home after my walk (all 11,000 steps of it ) and told the Best Beloved that I was going to the village shop to get a paper, a lottery ticket, and why.

And, he said a long time ago when he had been dealing with big, big sums of money and people competing for it, he had thought then of how good it would be to create the same kind of thing but generously and philanthropically.

Go for it, he said.

So if you have an idea or project that would fit the bill, I would love to hear about it.

But, I have to say, I have not won the lottery – yet.