naaktgeboren zonderbroek

one time, i had a dream that my original ancestor in the new world, naaktgeboren zonderbroek, arrived in new york.

he was dutch. he woke up on the beach. it was on the banks of the hudson river. the tide had pulled him upstream and planted him near the roundout. it was morning. the sky was overcast and there was intermittent drizzle that tickled his cheek. he wasn't wearing any clothes. while he was wiggling around, trying to stay afloat in the tremendous waves, the currents and the wind pulled off his shirt and knickerbockers. at one point he found a piece of the wreck and tried to use it to float. it was pushed out of his hands by the current.

after he awoke, he got up and walked along the strand. there was no one around. all he could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the stones. he wondered how he was going to survive in the vast wilderness. then, he looked around. there were grape vines everywhere. he saw pear trees and wild apples. there were blueberry bushes and strawberry runners. there were raspberries and mulberries. he saw dandelions and wild onions. all of these he could eat raw. with further inspection, he noticed that the river and the creek were teaming with, especially, shad, but also many other fish. he tasted the water and found it sweet. there were rabbits and ducks. he didn't know about turkeys yet, but they were there too. there were mushrooms and sunflowers. there were wild beans growing and squashes and pumpkins. there were melons and cherries. the trees were dropping walnuts and hickory nuts right before him. the wild bees were making honey that was good to eat.

"i might starve here alone and by myself," he thought. "who will do the cooking?" he wondered.

you see, back then, he was sort of sexist.