Juncker-Knowles family of families originating from England straight to Pomerania
The surname Juncker comes in I believe without checking in Ueckermünde in the year of 1734 ( before and after we were mostly windmillers more than traders around Berlin in the rich county of Brandenburg, basically had a licence to print money ( into the tree by a trader and Juncker stemming from Bodensee area, but hold me to it. But definitely from the bordering Austria come Swizz come Lichtenstein Germany triangle.
The Juncker or Junker or Junkerer Name derives from the feudal system and is mentioned in 1126 firstly and was a title given to the son of a Lady of nobility who married beneath Her caste or Class.
She would, like it still is in our male chauvinistic world of Europe and America loose Her title, be befitted with a dowry handsomely and enter eternal freedom and bliss by saying yes to a love marriage.
In my eyes a life worth living and happily ever after.
The town of Überlingen on the lapping shores of north western shores of Lake Constance or Bodensee. What a blissfull life amongst real people.
My late mother Barbara Käthe Fronz, born on the river Wiswa or Weichsel / Central Pomerania, her mum Käthe had to move westwards, to avoid rape, over night April 1945 on HER own with four beautiful girls and a very adult son all of a sudden because dad died in the Sowjetunion or Soviet Union, the second day the Germans crossed the border, And she only stopped after the second river Oder and doglegged north to the lagoon Haff & felt safe with the kind Baltic Traders & Kahnschiffer Cargo ship captains of that time in the river Uecker in Ueckermuende Western Pomerania.
Her husband and I use that word with intent was the Verderer before he was drawn into the air force. She never mentioned to me until I was 23 and She died never mentioned even that She had a husband, nor do I have a name, unless I ask my dad, but didn’t wore black like Victoria The Greatest Queen of them All.
She is the lucky one out of the two because of Alberts grave but Käthe Fronz was sitting in the very same spot I hope you are sitting now and reading thus and two weeks later had nothing but still his last kiss on Her lips and left with the smell of HIS clothes.
He was shot down and crashed with everyone else on-board.
Maybe the reason why I cocked up my practice exam flight from Hurn to Shoreham for my almost PPL.in 1996 I got cocky and flew even without radioing in, which you can do a right hand circuit towards a hot air balloon which I saw and was a lot higher and on a different flight direction and tower had to interrupt. He obviously didn’t want me up there.
So Käthe knew about the Fox and how he frightfully clever runs rings around his hunters and perpetrators.
I know a lot of British soldiers died but You wife’s were never chased like an animal six years later.
Announcement of the birth of my daughter & son March 2003, although he was born first and introducing Her to the Juncker family of families Ueckermünde in Pomerania. Even giving Her my very only priceless photograph of my parents walking arm in arm towards the Marienkirche Ueckermünde shot by me for Christmas 1992.
Telling Her about my three sister’s (you better watch out, but they are the most kindest three witches you could ever meet and I hope you do one fine day) and suggesting that we all united as the Juncker-Knowles Familie is greeting Her at the Berlin airport on Her stately visit so she could connect to real people who lived outside her complete jurisdiction & Realm.
Upps I am playing mind games with you already.
Which foreign visit was the last?
To which airport of Berlin?
Per what I now call (Liebe Ella) accidental design I telepathically basically shut the Former GDR Territory down. Standing in the Doorway of “Yachtclub Ueckermuende e.V.” I looked straight south at Brandenburg Airport 200 clicks removed & safeguarded Her from my end . Full Stop!
Who was living in Ueckermünde at the time with three children two English horses two Ridgebacks, a beautiful Australian born and named after a something Bibra male sailing with your prisoner ships trying to safe life’s because you kept in ending up shipwrecked with nobody to steer the bloody thing from Burg Bibra Thüringen Turengia realm & very special to this country Southampton educated Lady, sailing boat almost literally moored outside the children’s bedroom windows and the horses munching their gras and hey? Playing her Cello in and around Ueckermünde villages in churches and halls with the “Corona Ensemble”
A name of all names and believe me. It is just a flu.
My children, especially young painter Sophia Antje and of course the twin set Ella Jane James Thomas.
Both twins started their school education in Ueckermuende sitting two by twos i an old fashioned way of schooling.
Especially Thomas was amazed and it took him a while to adjust to the more teamwork orientated schooling in Lymington.
Both spend thew next two years at the 1909 founded Brockenhurst College negotiating the cows and donkeys and New Forest Ponies from their daily walk between the train station and the old college building.
Ella Jane with English Law and Photography to keep her sanity I presume. And James Thomas Intelligent Technology on multiple levels, which he is now advancing studying Data Science and Artificial Intelligence.
Chip off the old block I would like to add as a 35 years experienced Classic Shipwright and artisan, but not and nevertheless immensely proud Papa of all three of them.
Ella has started, after reevaluating her choices an apprenticeship in bookbinding with an old standing family business in bookbinding in Hamburg. With the theory every half a year or so being in Munich.
Her dad might be something of a cosmopolitan but I am really looking forward of witnessing her path in life. Despite our ongoing disharmonies and current affairs as a Juncker-Knowles Family
Sophia Antje just finished school in New Milton with Art Geography Social & Religious Studies under her belt and being the minor out of the three will not say anything else.
In Spain and the spanish language there is a saying; ” Respeto “
I truly are wishing for her to find her own feet as an independent Artist, like Sabine Curio (www.sabine-curio.de) on the pomeranian island of Usedom.
I have promised Sophia Antje in a book about the Impressionists to always support her to my best of abilities until she will make a living with her paintings.
I am not favouring her but there is something special of being born in Pomerania.
My travels have brought me onto the Caribbean island of Antigua & Barbuda for a five months stay.
Working like a local on a classic yacht owned by Richard Faulkner the owner runner of Woodstock Boatbuilders English Harbour.
35 years ago he left England when I arrived and set up this business catering Dinghy owners and the Superyacht fleet. But never lost the ground under his feet.
I will add this though. Antigua & Barbuda like so many others have been….but the definition Slave Island is not so far off and out of this world. Bringing definite challenges for new comers like Richard and the indeginous (!!!wrong spelling) people living on the island for thousands of years. In the face of God we are equal.
For the last two years i have worked on and off in Catalunya Valencia Spain mostly for TDS Teak Decking Systems producing teak decks for superyachts. Cullmulating in me driving from Valencia to Hamburg helping fit install this giant deck on a 120 metre Yacht called “Rising Sun”.
And last winter season i was working back in Western Pomerania together with Ronny Gronow in his bunker workshop and the reecuring fleet of yachts of all sizes in his winter storage buildings. Last year the Stettiner Haff lagune froze over thick enough to cross all the way to Sabine Curios cottage on the reed belt of the north shore.
i also watched some young guys having fun with a Golf Mark II on the ice.
This triangle of England Pomerania Germany Catalunya Spain has also become a love triangle after meeting Ivanova in El Vendrel last October.
I asked the question after we swam together in the sea a few weeks ago on Barton Beach just where the Becton Bunny trickles into Christchurch Bay after me finding a washed out shell in form of a ring kneeling in front of this great Sao Paulo born Brasiliera Lady if She would marry me.