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OBITUARY
Eulogy for Paul Egbertus van Leeuwaarde
On Thursday, November 19, 1925, Paul Egbertus van Leeuwaarde was born in a house on Wanicastraat (now Johan Adolf Pengelstraat) in Paramaribo. He was the second child of Marcus Munro van Leeuwaarde and Arnoldina Jacquelina Paulina Braumuller van Leeuwaarde. When he was very young, the family moved to Moengo, where Opa Marcus owned a café and restaurant and traded in fine goods at the Suralco... see moreEulogy for Paul Egbertus van Leeuwaarde
On Thursday, November 19, 1925, Paul Egbertus van Leeuwaarde was born in a house on Wanicastraat (now Johan Adolf Pengelstraat) in Paramaribo. He was the second child of Marcus Munro van Leeuwaarde and Arnoldina Jacquelina Paulina Braumuller van Leeuwaarde. When he was very young, the family moved to Moengo, where Opa Marcus owned a café and restaurant and traded in fine goods at the Suralco bauxite mining plant, and when our father and his siblings (Rudy, Humphrey, Lueda and Erwin) were school aged, they were sent to live with his paternal grandmother, Feeltje Christina Samson van Leeuwaarde, along with his aunt, Elizabeth, uncle, Alexander George, and cousin, Georgine. They spent the school year in Paramaribo, attending Hendrikschool (or St. Paulusschool when the school fees sent from his father in Moengo arrived too late), and during the vacation month of October, returned to Moengo (sailing by river and taking a full day) to be with their parents and younger siblings. His fondest memories of his childhood were spending vacations with his parents in Moengo, playing soccer with the other children in the area, fishing, looking for bauxite “eggs,” and playing, playing, playing. In his words, “that was a fantastic time.” In 1938, when he was 13 years old, the family moved back to Paramaribo, where Opa Marcus opened café/restaurants, and later a bakery, producing, as Paul said, “the finest of baked goods.”
He graduated from Hendrikschool and was recruited to work as a refinery operator in Curacao, where they produced aviation gas. He worked at the refinery for about a year and then, at the encouragement of his friend, Rudi Kappel (who would later found Surinam Airways), joined him at KLM Airlines. Although he was enamored of aviation since childhood, when he would sneak away from school to go watch the airplanes take off and land, he had no aviation experience. KLM hired him anyway and trained him as an air traffic controller. After skillfully controlling the route of a distressed passenger flight from NY to Curacao and diverting the aircraft from crashing into the mountains of Santo Domingo, he developed a strong reputation in the industry. He returned to Suriname, then moved to Trinidad, where he met and married our mother, Veronica. Robert Munro was born in Trinidad, then they moved to Suriname where Ronald Courtney was born, and lived at Zanderij where Paul continued to work as an air traffic controller. A pilot from Wisconsin received assistance from our father with repairing a plane which had been damaged upon landing in Suriname, and he was so grateful that he encouraged Paul to move to the United States, sponsored him, arranged for his work visa and permit to work in his industry. Having seen a film about the opportunities for children in the United States, our father was happy to take this opportunity and moved to the US. During this time, however, a new law had been passed in the U.S., Public Law 597, which prohibited non-nationals from working as air traffic controllers. In Paul’s words, “that changed the course of my life because I had to go look for any job I could find.”
When our family moved to Chicago, this was a time of growing civil rights advocacy. Chicago was a very important stronghold in the fight for civil rights. The US was a very unequal society, where people of color, and black people especially, were systematically discriminated against and abused. This is the environment in which our family migrated to a new land. Despite the difficulties, our parents felt that there were better opportunities for the children in the US than if they had returned to either of their homes. Our parents stayed in the US until 1975/76, when they separated and Patty and Vernie moved to Trinidad, and Paul returned to Suriname. Upon his
return to his beloved homeland, he was offered the position of Airport Manager at Zanderij International Airport, where he worked until 1986. During this time, he met and fell in love with Sonja Ten Jet Foei, and they married forty years ago, in 1980. Sonja was by his side, as they built a strong life together, working jointly to develop a farm that they loved, surviving the hard times of military dictatorship and political instability, and living a life of simplicity and happiness. Sonja took excellent care of our father over the years, and we are so grateful for her love and devotion.
Following are some individual thoughts from Rob, Ron, and Patty
Rob:
He loved to fish. My first memories were of fishing with Pop at Zanderij. Fishing then became a lifelong passion for me. I took him camping when he was in his late 70's. We went fishing together again for the last time.
He was witty and loved to tell jokes. He had a strong influence on my peculiar sense of humor.
He was empathetic towards those struggling for civil rights in the sixties. We were raised in a compassionate home. I remember him, in the turbulent 1960s, watching protesters being beaten and attacked by dogs on television and becoming very angry and emotional. He always treated everyone of every race equally well.
He supported and encouraged our musical passions, leading us into a lifelong love of music and performing.
I am grateful that my parents regularly took us to visit museums of all kinds - natural history, science and industry, planetariums and aquariums. These helped to form the foundation of our knowledge of the world.
Most importantly, however, was the foundation in spirituality that I received from my
parents. They taught me at an early age to recognize the presence of God in my life. My father had a remarkable knowledge of scripture, and as I navigated along my own path of discovery, I knew that I could go to him with questions, opinions, concepts, and concerns, and that we could have serious, informative discussions that have ultimately resulted in my strengthening my relationship with God.
For these things, I will remain eternally grateful.
Ron:
Pop was one of the last of the old school gentlemen. He would greet acquaintances and strangers alike with genuine warmth and interest in their lives and touched everyone who knew him.
He had an impish, mischievous sense of humor, loved to joke around, and enjoyed a good laugh.
He had a strong faith in God, was a Deacon at the Second Presbyterian Church in Chicago, and preached Wednesday night vesper services at the Church.
He had righteous anger towards abuse and injustice, was active in politics and helped found a party.
He had a keen intellect and was mentally sharp to the end. He would focus and exhibit a deep understanding of issues of interest to him to the astonishment of experts in those fields.
He could have been anything he wanted be. He worked in the petroleum industry and then as an air traffic controller. Circumstances in life conspired to dash his hopes of continuing his career in aviation in the USA; however, he maintained his interest, took flying lessons and was able to re- enter the field as airport manager upon his return to Suriname some 20 years later.
Despite his career disappointment he remained optimistic, and persevered through jobs in retail sales so that his children would have better opportunities for their futures in the USA. Though we unfortunately grew up away from most of the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, we indeed benefited greatly in other ways from that decision to remain and are thankful for our parents’ sacrifices.
He influenced the course of my life in unintentional ways:
I would see him try to play tennis using the wall of the building we lived in as a backboard though he had no one to play with. I eventually ended up on the tennis team in high school.
There was a closet in the house where Pop kept some tools that I was fascinated with. I went on to become a building contractor. He vicariously enjoyed my collection of work vehicles, tools and equipment.
He bought an electric guitar and attempted to learn the instrument from a television program. He had dreams in his young life of becoming a professional singer which his father would not support. I went on to become accomplished on the guitar, playing and singing in bands.
He was fortunate to have two wonderful wives in his life, my mother Veronica, and step mom Sonja.
Patty:
Pop could weave a good story. I remember sitting around the dinner table in at our home in Park Forest, especially on days when Mom cooked special food, like fried bakes and saltfish or roti and curried chicken, and the family would reminisce about the days of living in Trinidad and Suriname. I was only two years old when we moved from Chicago back to Suriname and then to Trinidad, so I had very few memories of those days. I loved to listen to the family talk about the delicious fruits that they missed eating, and Opa’s bakery, and fishing in the jungle rivers of Suriname. Pop would tell us stories of the supernatural, like the time that he and his friends
sneaked into the house of a man who was suspected of dealing in the dark arts, and witnessing objects flying through the air (even though no one was there) as if to chase he and his friends out of the house. He also told us a story about when he was a little boy and became very sick and no doctor’s medicine could heal him. Every day, at the same time, there was a knock at the door and when Oma would answer the door, there was only a cat at the door. On the third day, there was a man in a white suit who said he had come for the boy, and my father’s illness intensified, until they had healers pray over him to break the spell. Both Mom and Pop had stories to tell of visits from the other side.
I also loved to hear stories of encounters with the wild animals in the jungle, and the story of their pet spider monkey who fit in the pocket of my mother’s duster, and slept on the back of their pet dog. These moments of storytelling influenced me, as did our regular visits to the spectacular museums in Chicago, and I became an anthropologist, collecting the stories of the culture and life of everyday people.
Although I was young when my parents separated and Pop returned to Suriname, and I don’t have the scope of memories that my brothers have of childhood with our father, over the years I came to appreciate my father’s sacrifices to move the family to Chicago, and the importance of being back in his beloved Suriname. I came to know Pop as an incredibly intelligent man and an advocate for social justice—whether that be through his efforts with his political party Nationale Unie, or through his tireless fight with the Braumuller family to hold Suralco accountable for the illegal theft of Braumuller family resources.
I also was awed by his strength and fortitude, recovering from serious injuries, and engaging in hard physical labor, along with Sonja, on their farm. To the end, he challenged himself, physically and mentally, and was an inspiration to those who knew him well.
Rest in Peace, dear father.
I am posting this at the request of Hanna Braumuller:
I am Hanna, a cousin of Paul.
As I remember, my father, Henny Braumuller, spoke often about Paul. My father told me when I was a little gril, that Paul was an air traffic controller who ... moreI am posting this at the request of Hanna Braumuller:
I am Hanna, a cousin of Paul.
As I remember, my father, Henny Braumuller, spoke often about Paul. My father told me when I was a little gril, that Paul was an air traffic controller who lives in the USA.
Daddy would say this with pride, yes he was proud of his nephew Paul. During my holidays in 2010 in Suriname I got to know Paul better. We looked for similarities within our families and he said "You are tall." I replied: "Yes, just like Ria, Loes, Luc, and Carmen. My Dad was also tall, so I don't have it from a stranger. It runs in the families."
Paul spoke about his time abroad and also about "Klaverblad".
After 2010 I often went to Suriname and I visited Paul every time I was there.
During these visits I got know Paul as a very modest, humble, calm and strong personality with great perseverance, power, and a great drive for justice.
I am glad that I got know Paul better, and I will always keep Nice remembrances of him with me. less
A thought of comfort and condolences to Tante Sonja, Patty, Ron, Rob and family. I am honored and blessed to have known Oom Paul. Remembering his wonderful and gentle soul will forever remain in our hearts.
Lieve Oom Paul, bedankt voor de warme en liefdevolle herinneringen die ik heb mogen overhouden vandaag. Het huis in Commewijne waar u ons altijd samen met tante Sonja met een glimlach ontving.
Het huis is mij altijd bijgebleven door alle fruitbomen en... moreLieve Oom Paul, bedankt voor de warme en liefdevolle herinneringen die ik heb mogen overhouden vandaag. Het huis in Commewijne waar u ons altijd samen met tante Sonja met een glimlach ontving.
Het huis is mij altijd bijgebleven door alle fruitbomen en dat u meestal aan het tuinieren was. We mochten altijd een lekkere koude limonade drinken. We noemen u Oom Paul, maar wij voelden ons erg geliefd als uw echte kleinkinderen.
Het verlies is groot, maar u blijft in mijn gedachten en hart voortleven.
I remember when the van Leeuwaarde brothers would come to our home and gathered around the organ and started to sing in perfect harmony. Then the van Leeuwaarde discussions about what perfect Dutch was, or politics would start. I vividly remember Oom... moreI remember when the van Leeuwaarde brothers would come to our home and gathered around the organ and started to sing in perfect harmony. Then the van Leeuwaarde discussions about what perfect Dutch was, or politics would start. I vividly remember Oom Paul sitting at the kitchen table talking to me about his child hood. He always made me feel special by hugging me when he came to visit and later when I went to visit him at Zanderij. less
Oom Paul zoals we hem gekend hebben. Broer van onze opa, Humphrey. Altijd als we naar commewijne gingen, had hij vooral lekkere drinken klaar. En het eten niet te vergeten. Hij was altijd lief voor de kleinkinderen van zijn broer. Hij hield van knuffels... moreOom Paul zoals we hem gekend hebben. Broer van onze opa, Humphrey. Altijd als we naar commewijne gingen, had hij vooral lekkere drinken klaar. En het eten niet te vergeten. Hij was altijd lief voor de kleinkinderen van zijn broer. Hij hield van knuffels en grapjes maken met ons.
Vandaag zitten we samen om u met een laatste groet te eren.
Bedankt voor al de mooie en warme herinneringen ❤️
Oom Paul zoals we hem gekend hebben. Broer van onze opa, Humphrey. Altijd als we naar commewijne gingen, had hij vooral lekkere drinken klaar. En het eten niet te vergeten. Hij was altijd lief voor de kleinkinderen van zijn broer. Hij hield van knuffels... moreOom Paul zoals we hem gekend hebben. Broer van onze opa, Humphrey. Altijd als we naar commewijne gingen, had hij vooral lekkere drinken klaar. En het eten niet te vergeten. Hij was altijd lief voor de kleinkinderen van zijn broer. Hij hield van knuffels en grapjes maken met ons.
Vandaag zitten we samen om u met een laatste groet te eren.
Bedankt voor al de mooie en warme herinneringen ❤️
Oom Paul, Ik zal je missen je was een lieve en bijzondere intelligente Man je gaf ons altijd het gevoel dat wij mooi, slim en geliefd waren je was altijd trots en blij om ons te zien en luisterde altijd attentie vol naar ons.
Kan me Commewijne herinneren... moreOom Paul, Ik zal je missen je was een lieve en bijzondere intelligente Man je gaf ons altijd het gevoel dat wij mooi, slim en geliefd waren je was altijd trots en blij om ons te zien en luisterde altijd attentie vol naar ons.
Kan me Commewijne herinneren op een regenachtige dag waar je soft en icecream voor ons maakte dat was echt jou drankje bedankt dat je er altijd voor ons was als onze eigen opa zal altijd van je houden en je in mijn hart koesteren less
I must express condolences to my van Leeuwaarde family especially to the children and grandchildren of Oom Paul. I lived 10 years with my grandmother in Uitkijk and realized how much Oom Paul loved his sister and her children. He is a great-uncle I... moreI must express condolences to my van Leeuwaarde family especially to the children and grandchildren of Oom Paul. I lived 10 years with my grandmother in Uitkijk and realized how much Oom Paul loved his sister and her children. He is a great-uncle I have learned to love and respect. May God comfort the family. less
Oom Paul zal ik altijd herinneren als die lieve, intelligente en statige man waar ik altijd naar opgekeken heb. Dank voor alle fijne momenten die wij mochten delen. We will meet again. Rust zacht oom.
I got to know uncle Paul by way of old photos I first saw as a 8 years old boy while I, at that time, was living in Holland as he was living in the US. I’m talking about the mid sixties. Looking from time to time at those pictures I was struck by the... moreI got to know uncle Paul by way of old photos I first saw as a 8 years old boy while I, at that time, was living in Holland as he was living in the US. I’m talking about the mid sixties. Looking from time to time at those pictures I was struck by the fact that, in appearance, I looked much more like him than like any other of his brothers. Many years later I found out that we also looked alike in other aspects. That appeared in 2016 when I was on vacation in Surinam when he told me about his legal struggle against Billiton. But before commemorating that part of his personality, there is something else I would like to mention, something I always tell people about when uncle Paul pops up.
What I tell people about is the observation, which shows his fine sense of humor, he once made when he told me about the skepticism he encountered when he started to date the much younger Sonja. He told me, with a subtle smile on his face, that he and Sonja were still together while none of his critics- without mentioning one name- was still there. But there is more.
I remember uncle Paul as a loving person, a father. At more than at one occasion he addressed me personally to tell me from his heart that he saw me as a son. That directness in that sentence is something I will not forget. I share this as it shows his warmth as a person next to the following and last side of his carácter I want to mention here;
Many times when I was talking with him he impressed me with his enormous memory of facts, dates and names in the plantation file he was working on. He appeared to be not only a warm and witty person but also a man of análisis and perseverance, in other words a dedicated and distinctive lawyer. To me as to the aspects I mentioned above uncle Paul was and still is a great and unique example in the Van Leeuwaarde family! less
Oom Paul was for me an uncle who loved all nieces and nephews because we are the children of his siblings he loved with a passion. I have always seen him as an honest, intelligent , innovative, creative and wise man. His passing hurts.....It huts very... moreOom Paul was for me an uncle who loved all nieces and nephews because we are the children of his siblings he loved with a passion. I have always seen him as an honest, intelligent , innovative, creative and wise man. His passing hurts.....It huts very much. It feels like a sore that is difficult to heal is suddenly ripped open. Rob, Ron and Patty, may God comfort you. I will always treasure you, Cuzz less
I remember his amazing intellect and knowledge. He was always a great person to have a conversation with and always present at family events, especially when we were growing up in the Chi. May his soul rest in peace!
Lieve en wijze oom Paul,
De laatste keer dat ik in Suriname was heeft Wayne mij bij u thuis gebracht. Met volle aandacht luisterde ik naar uw prachtige verhalen over onze mooie familie en uw strijd tegen onrecht. U wist alles van ons gestolen en... moreLieve en wijze oom Paul,
De laatste keer dat ik in Suriname was heeft Wayne mij bij u thuis gebracht. Met volle aandacht luisterde ik naar uw prachtige verhalen over onze mooie familie en uw strijd tegen onrecht. U wist alles van ons gestolen en uitgebuit stuk familiegrond en zou alles tot op de bodem uitzoeken. Ik zag een wijze strijder ondanks Ik u niet goed kende, was het duidelijk dat we familie waren. U leek ook erg op mijn Oma. Heel erg voor mijn oma Ria, oom Robby en oom Erwin dat ze geen afscheid van u hebben kunnen nemen. Ik bid dat ze toch troost kunnen vinden. Rust zacht oom Paul. ❤️ Shomara Piqué dochter van. Sandra van Der Meijden - Van Leeuwaarde less
My mother, Johanna spoke always about her family, her parents, aunts, uncle and cousins. In dec of 2010 after the passing of her husband Paul Samy I took my mom to Surinam. After many years she had meet het cousin Paul van Leeuwaarde, again. They where... moreMy mother, Johanna spoke always about her family, her parents, aunts, uncle and cousins. In dec of 2010 after the passing of her husband Paul Samy I took my mom to Surinam. After many years she had meet het cousin Paul van Leeuwaarde, again. They where so happy to see each other again after many years. They talked about there childhood and everything in between.
And every change I had, if I was in Surinam I would visit Uncle and auntie. This precious moments I never will forget.
Uncle Paul, thank you for the most information you have given me to build our family tree. Uncle Paul, Rest In Peace.
To his children Patrica, Robert , Ron and whole family, our deepest sympathy and condolences . Our prayers are with you all. less
I cherish precious memories of uncle Paul. We had regular contact in the period I lived in Surinam and he was working at Zanderij. After work he often wear shorts, under which his white legs were shown. They never saw the sun and Sonja and I always had... moreI cherish precious memories of uncle Paul. We had regular contact in the period I lived in Surinam and he was working at Zanderij. After work he often wear shorts, under which his white legs were shown. They never saw the sun and Sonja and I always had to laugh about his brown skin in contradiction with his white legs.
Uncle Paul was involved in what happened in society and we often had discussions about politics. Unfortunaltely, he was unable to finish his fight for the Klaverblad plantation.
A committed person has passed away.
Sonja, Ron, Robert, Patty and family, lots of strength!
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When I was a little girl, it seemed like happiness would always last forever, together, surrounded by all my loved ones in Paramaribo. As time passes, I know that I have to exchange some of that happiness for great sadness over and over again. The... moreWhen I was a little girl, it seemed like happiness would always last forever, together, surrounded by all my loved ones in Paramaribo. As time passes, I know that I have to exchange some of that happiness for great sadness over and over again. The realization that it really isn't just words, but the painful truth that one day, just before I go myself, I will be very lonely. Uncle Paul, much more than I am experiencing at this very moment. R.I.P. uncle Paul. less
As a small boy I did not really know my uncle Paul. After I became a senior I also did not have many contact with uncle Paul.
But those few contacts we had were special to me. I will always remember him.
R. I. P. my beloved Uncle!