| Low
Saxon in the original orthography:
Warrt dat noch Winter? vun Clara Kramer-Freudenthal In Wienhusen bi Celle sünd de iersten Äbers al trüchkoom ut Afriko. Wenn de man nich noch kolde Feut kriegt. Dor mütt de Minsch denn ober helpen. De poor Äbers, de wi noch hebbt, mööt wi hegen un plegen. De Deerten findt doch noch keen Puggen. Ober viellicht sünd de jo ok al vertüüch koom, liekso as de lütten Swinegels, de ok noch nix findt. Dor mütt Foder rutstellt warrn un Woter to'n Drinken. Se freet giern Kattenfoder ut Dosen un ok een beten Greuntüüch dorto. Uns Vogels in Goorn singt, as wüür de Lenzmoond al dor. Bet herto is de smucke Buntspecht ümmer alleen koom to'n Freten, ober hüüt harr he sien Fro ok dorbi. Sitt bi jüm sachs ok al dat Freuhjohr in't Bloot? Ok wi Minschen hebbt mit dit unsunne Warrer to kämpen. Wenn dat Immunsystem un de Kringloop toschann sünd, denn warrt bi so'n verdreihtet Warrer de Minsch anfällig. Ditt Warrer neumt man ok dat Internisten-Warrer", wiel de Praxen denn vull sünd. De Immen sünd ok dörcheenanner un al utflogen, ober se hebbt nix to freten funnen un sünd verhungert. De Oofbuurn in Olland sünd dorbi de Oofbäum uttosnien, un se hebbt sik bannig verjoogt, wiel se al vull in Sapp stooht un Knupens ansett hebbt. Dat kann leeg utgohn, denn Frost kriegt wi noch, dat is so wohr as dat Amen in de Kark. Scheun wüür dat, wenn Fro Holle nochmool gau de Betten mit de Goldmorie schütteln wörr. Teihn cm. or ok een lütt beten mihr Snee reckt, üm all' uns Freuhbleuhers, de al neeschierig de Köpp ut de Ierd steekt, totodecken un Schuul to geben, dormit se uns to rechten Tiet veel Freid mookt. An 'n Friedrichsgober-Weg bleuht al een Ginster un lücht wiethin geel. Warrt veel Untüüch an Blattlüüs un Snicken usw. geben wenn nich noch good teihn Doog Duurfrost so üm teihn bet föffteihn Grood in de Ierd goht. De Buur seggt: ,,Wenn dat vun den 30. in Sneemoond
bet to'n 3. in'n Iesmoond Frost gifft, denn kummt dat Freuhjohr gans loot''. |
English
translation by R. F. Hahn:
Is It Ever Going to Be Winter? by Clara Kramer-Freudenthal Apparently this has been the warmest January since 1903. Nature has gone crazy! Tonight, on Channel 3, there was an in-depth documentary about this winter that is no winter at all. Professor Klaus Hasselmann of the Max Planck Institute, Hamburg, explained that, globally speaking, the temperature range is one degree higher than at the turn of the century and is gradually rising. What is happening to us here is that the gulf stream has been warming up and has been changing our climate. And what is the reason for that? ,,Greenhouse effect'' is what the monster is called. Glaciers and icebergs are continuously breaking up in the Arctic and in the Antarctic. The level of our North Sea has been rising farther and farther. And this is not limited to the North Sea; no, it is rising everywhere. What is it we ought to consider doing at this point? The dikes have got to be raised! After all, "Shiny John" [= the spirit of the stormy North Sea] shows up whenever he feels like it. He is merely asleep, is taking a deep breath ready to blow it into the North Sea. In Wienhusen/Weinhausen near Celle, the first storks have returned from Africa. Surely they are going to get cold feet. Humans have got to help them. We must protect the few storks we have left. The animals won't find any frogs yet, but perhaps they have [re]appeared already. Just like the little hedgehogs that don't find anything [to eat and drink] either. We need to put out food and drinking water [for them]. They love eating canned cat food and also a little vegetable matter with it. Our birds in the garden have been singing as if March had arrived already. So far the pretty flicker has been coming to feed alone, but he is being accompanied by his wife today. Might spring be in their blood already? We humans too have to struggle in this type of unhealthy weather. You tend to get sick when your immune system and your blood circulation are ruined in this crazy kind of weather. They also call this type of weather "internists' weather," because doctors' offices are crowded then. Also the bees are all mixed up and have been swarming, but they found nothing to eat and have been starving to death. In Olland [Altes Land], the fruit growers have been pruning the fruit trees, and they have been horrified to find that the trees ["stand fully in sap" =] have come to full life and have been bringing forth buds. This could lead to disaster, because we are bound to still get some frost; this is as sure as "Amen" in church. It would be nice if Mother Holle and the Golden Girl gave the bedding another quick shake. Ten centimeters or so of snow would suffice to cover up and protect all the early bloomers that are curiously sticking their heads out of the ground already, so they will delight us at the proper time. A clump of broom is already in bloom on Friedrichsgober Way, its bright yellow being noticeable from afar. If there isn't going to be another ten days or more of continuous frost entering the ground at about ten to fifteen degrees, then there will be a lot of vermin, such as aphids, snails and slugs. As the farmer says, "Spring will be very late if there is frost between January 30 and February 3." |
| Transliteration
in Lowlands Orthography:
Wardt dat noch winter? fun Clara Kramer-Freudenthal Dat schal de warmst Sneimaand ween siit 1903 [negentain hunnerd (un) drei]. De Natuur is mal! Funnavend het uns Druettet Program euver dissen winter, de kein winter is, ganss uutfoyrlich snakd. Professer Klaus Hasselmann fun dat Max-Planck-Institut, Hamburg, het uns ferteld dat globaal sein de temperaturen uem ein graad hoyger ligt as uem de jaarhunnerdwend un suutje uemmer hoyger gaat. Wat uns hiir droepd is dat de golfstroom warmer worden is un uns klima fer-ennerd. Un woufun kumt dat? ,,Driivhuuseffekt'' heitt dat schrekgespinst. In de Arktis un Antarktis suend de gletschers un iisbargen aan uennerlaat daarbii tou kalven. De waterspeigel fun uns Nordsei stigt hoyger un hoyger. Nich bloots in de Nordsei, nee, euveral gait hei in de hoygd. Wat meutt wii bii tiden bedinken? Dei Diken meutt hoyger, den de ,,Blanke Hans'' kummt wen hei wil; hei sloept bloots, haalt deip aten uem em in de Nordsei rin tou blasen. In Wiinhusen bii Celle suend de eirsten ebers al trueg-kamen uut Afrika. Wen dei man nich noch kolde foyt kriigt. Daar muett de minsch den aver helpen. De paar ebers dei wii noch hebt meut wii hegen un plegen. De deerten findt doch noch kein puggen. Aver fillicht suend dei jaa ouk al fertuyg kamen, liiksoo as de luetten swinegels dei ouk noch niks findt. Daar muett fouder ruut-steld warden un water tou d'n drinken. Sei freet geirn kattenfouder uut dosen un ouk 'n beten groyntuyg daar tou. Uns fagels in d'n gaarn singt as woyr de Lentsmaand al daar. Bet hertou is de smukke buntspecht uemmer allein kamen tou d'n freten, aver huyt har hei siin frou ouk daar bii. Sitt bii juem sachs ouk al dat froyjaar in't bloud? Ouk wii minschen hebt mit dit unsunne warrer tou kempen. Wen dat immunsuysteem un de kringloup touschanden suend, den wardt bii soo 'n ferdraitet warrer de minsch anfellig. Dit warrer noymt man ouk dat ,,internisten-warrer'' wiil de praksen den ful suend. De immen suend ouk doercheinanner un al uut-flagen, aver sei hebt niks tou freten funnen un suend ferhungerd. De aafburen in Olland suend daar bii de aafboym uut tou sniin, un sei hebt sik bannig ferjaagd wiil sei al ful in sap staat un knupens an-sett hebd. Dat kan leig uut-gaan, den frost kriigt wii noch; dat is soo waar as dat ,,Amen'' in de kark. Schoyn woyr dat wen frou Holle noch maal gau de bedden mit de Goldmarie schueddeln woerd'. Tain tsentimeter or ouk 'n luett beten meir snei rekt uem al uns froybloyers, dei al neischirig de koep uut de eird' steekt, tou tou dekken un schuul too geven daar mit sei uns tou rechten tiid feel fraid maakt. An d'n Friedrichsgober-Weg bloyt al 'n ginster un luecht wit hin geel. Wardt feel untuyg an bladluys' un snikken usw. [un soo wider] geven wen nich noch good tain daag' duurfrost soo uem tain bet foevtain graad in de eird' gaat. De buur segt: ,,Wenn dat fun den 30. [dertigsden] in Sneimaand bet tou d'n 3. [derden] in d'n iismaand frost givt, den kumt dat froyjaar ganss laat". |
English
translation by R. F. Hahn:
Is It Ever Going to Be Winter? by Clara Kramer-Freudenthal Apparently this has been the warmest January since 1903. Nature has gone crazy! Tonight, on Channel 3, there was an in-depth documentary about this winter that is no winter at all. Professor Klaus Hasselmann of the Max Planck Institute, Hamburg, explained that, globally speaking, the temperature range is one degree higher than at the turn of the century and is gradually rising. What is happening to us here is that the gulf stream has been warming up and has been changing our climate. And what is the reason for that? ,,Greenhouse effect'' is what the monster is called. Glaciers and icebergs are continuously breaking up in the Arctic and in the Antarctic. The level of our North Sea has been rising farther and farther. And this is not limited to the North Sea; no, it is rising everywhere. What is it we ought to consider doing at this point? The dikes have got to be raised! After all, "Shiny John" [= the spirit of the stormy North Sea] shows up whenever he feels like it. He is merely asleep, is taking a deep breath ready to blow it into the North Sea. In Wienhusen/Weinhausen near Celle, the first storks have returned from Africa. Surely they are going to get cold feet. Humans have got to help them. We must protect the few storks we have left. The animals won't find any frogs yet, but perhaps they have [re]appeared already. Just like the little hedgehogs that don't find anything [to eat and drink] either. We need to put out food and drinking water [for them]. They love eating canned cat food and also a little vegetable matter with it. Our birds in the garden have been singing as if March had arrived already. So far the pretty flicker has been coming to feed alone, but he is being accompanied by his wife today. Might spring be in their blood already? We humans too have to struggle in this type of unhealthy weather. You tend to get sick when your immune system and your blood circulation are ruined in this crazy kind of weather. They also call this type of weather "internists' weather," because doctors' offices are crowded then. Also the bees are all mixed up and have been swarming, but they found nothing to eat and have been starving to death. In Olland [Altes Land], the fruit growers have been pruning the fruit trees, and they have been horrified to find that the trees ["stand fully in sap" =] have come to full life and have been bringing forth buds. This could lead to disaster, because we are bound to still get some frost; this is as sure as "Amen" in church. It would be nice if Mother Holle and the Golden Girl gave the bedding another quick shake. Ten centimeters or so of snow would suffice to cover up and protect all the early bloomers that are curiously sticking their heads out of the ground already, so they will delight us at the proper time. A clump of broom is already in bloom on Friedrichsgober Way, its bright yellow being noticeable from afar. If there isn't going to be another ten days or more of continuous frost entering the ground at about ten to fifteen degrees, then there will be a lot of vermin, such as aphids, snails and slugs. As the farmer says, "Spring will be very late if there is frost between January 30 and February 3." |