Lot’s Kraamhuys (Lot's Maternity House)
In the Maternity House, the small Laven are reared by Ancient Mother Lot.
There she also revives the elderly population of Laaf, so they can continue to live peacefully again. There is also an old Laaf, you can tell by his belly how often he had been revived. Did you know that there are two Laven with the same name? |
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- Excerpt from Lavenloop -
'The life of a Laaf starts in the Kraamhuys (our nursery), where the Laaf babies have been entrusted to Ancient Mother Lot by the Lyrebird. The Lyrebird performs a similar service to the Laaf people as the stork does to humans but we will speak more of them later in the tour.
Now as a teacher I consider it my responsibility to point out that our words may be a little different from what you are used to. For example we call our babies ‘Larfkes’ and their bellybuttons ‘Laveltje’. These variations from the Dutch language are important to us because they help us preserve our own character.'
'Before we enter the nursery I should tell you that the Lyrebird in its diligence can go a bit too far. Sometimes he delivers three or four Larfkes at a time to Mother Lot. Then it can get quite busy at the otherwise peaceful nursery.
Because of this you may see three Larfkes indulging their gluttony at a time. But there is more to see at the nursery. You will also notice the presence of a very old Laaf. He has tentatively exposed his round belly. In this matter he is waiting to ‘Have his card punched’, my apologies there isn’t really a good translation for the name of this procedure.
In any case the procedure is necessary in order to start a new Laaf life. Us Laafs do not die when we get older. We kick the bucket but this isn’t a bad thing. When our time comes we go to the nursery, Mother Lot taps our belly button and our life starts again from the very beginning. Oh yes, now you are about to enter the nursery I should tell you that the image on the wall is a depiction of our Ancient Father Laaf.'
' I forgot to tell you that Ancient mother Lot is the only woman among the Laaf. But while I tell you that story you can set yourself down on this ancient tree trunk we brought back with us from the high north and enjoy the beautiful garden.
So Ancient mother Lot is the only woman in our society. Some people think this is a little singular, and act a bit opprobrious. Others make inappropriate jokes. This is not justified however because mother Lot is goodness itself. You saw for yourself how her face is filled with warmth and kind tenderness. And only those who know her deepest secret would notice the soft mist of sorrow in her eyes. Brought about by a deep sadness locked deep within her and which will never leave her. This is because sometimes she spends her thoughts with her deceased husband. He is the only one who, when the cold overcame us, kicked the great bucket and passed away. What pains her the most is that dear ancient father Laaf froze to death in the ice while he was searching for her. Everyone had already gone down below into the warm earth and he did not realise his wife was among them. With our last ounce of strength we rescued his body from the ice and carried him off with us on our journey. And after we made a large golden statue in his image, we said our tearful goodbyes. We took the golden statue with us everywhere we went. Once we settled here we erected it in the Loof & Eerhuys which we will visit at some point. '
'The life of a Laaf starts in the Kraamhuys (our nursery), where the Laaf babies have been entrusted to Ancient Mother Lot by the Lyrebird. The Lyrebird performs a similar service to the Laaf people as the stork does to humans but we will speak more of them later in the tour.
Now as a teacher I consider it my responsibility to point out that our words may be a little different from what you are used to. For example we call our babies ‘Larfkes’ and their bellybuttons ‘Laveltje’. These variations from the Dutch language are important to us because they help us preserve our own character.'
'Before we enter the nursery I should tell you that the Lyrebird in its diligence can go a bit too far. Sometimes he delivers three or four Larfkes at a time to Mother Lot. Then it can get quite busy at the otherwise peaceful nursery.
Because of this you may see three Larfkes indulging their gluttony at a time. But there is more to see at the nursery. You will also notice the presence of a very old Laaf. He has tentatively exposed his round belly. In this matter he is waiting to ‘Have his card punched’, my apologies there isn’t really a good translation for the name of this procedure.
In any case the procedure is necessary in order to start a new Laaf life. Us Laafs do not die when we get older. We kick the bucket but this isn’t a bad thing. When our time comes we go to the nursery, Mother Lot taps our belly button and our life starts again from the very beginning. Oh yes, now you are about to enter the nursery I should tell you that the image on the wall is a depiction of our Ancient Father Laaf.'
' I forgot to tell you that Ancient mother Lot is the only woman among the Laaf. But while I tell you that story you can set yourself down on this ancient tree trunk we brought back with us from the high north and enjoy the beautiful garden.
So Ancient mother Lot is the only woman in our society. Some people think this is a little singular, and act a bit opprobrious. Others make inappropriate jokes. This is not justified however because mother Lot is goodness itself. You saw for yourself how her face is filled with warmth and kind tenderness. And only those who know her deepest secret would notice the soft mist of sorrow in her eyes. Brought about by a deep sadness locked deep within her and which will never leave her. This is because sometimes she spends her thoughts with her deceased husband. He is the only one who, when the cold overcame us, kicked the great bucket and passed away. What pains her the most is that dear ancient father Laaf froze to death in the ice while he was searching for her. Everyone had already gone down below into the warm earth and he did not realise his wife was among them. With our last ounce of strength we rescued his body from the ice and carried him off with us on our journey. And after we made a large golden statue in his image, we said our tearful goodbyes. We took the golden statue with us everywhere we went. Once we settled here we erected it in the Loof & Eerhuys which we will visit at some point. '