TCKs Needed for PhD Student

If you are a TCK/Brat, employed and are interested in helping out a PhD student, this survey is quite easy to take…

My name is Jennifer Kuhne and I am currently working on my PhD on the topic of “Adult Third Culture Kids (ATCKs)” and I am looking for participants for my survey. My goal is to get answers from as many participants together – at least 1000 by the mid of April 2019.

Here are the key facts about the PhD survey: Adult Third Culture Kids (ATCKs):

Selection Criteria:

The survey participants must please

• currently be 20 years of age or older, and

• have lived in two or more countries for at least one year each between age of 0-18, but not as part of an educational exchange program and,

• be a salaried employee, (not self-employed), and working 20 hours or more per week.

Time & Language:

approx. 10 minutes; easy English

Should the link not work directly, please copy and paste it into the browser.


Jennifer Kuhne

Johannes Gutenberg-University in Mainz/Germany


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by Allen Dale Olson
Screen Shot 2018-12-28 at 4.40.36 PMThe Esplanade in front of the opulent Palace of Versailles is very large. Acres large. But
after dark, when a privileged fleet of buses assemble on it to discharge some 300 cooks and hotel directors (and a few invited guests, I among them) to march through a gauntlet of torch-bearing 17 th century re-enactors handing out flutes of champagne, it doesn’t seem so large. Normally it would be Sheer Lunacy to think that such would happen in the 20 th century – but it did – in 1984 in observance of the 30th anniversary of Relais et Chateaux, the most prestigious alliance of hotels and restaurants on the globe.

As we approached the famous Hall of Mirrors, a dozen herald trumpeters announced our
arrival, and the doors flung open to that seemingly endless hall of seventeen candle-holding windows, each embellished by 21 facing mirrors casting 357 flickering images toward the muralled ceilings and around the sculptures and paintings on the walls. Renaissance-era woodwind and string ensembles played us on our way to the Grand Apartment, our champagne flutes continuously re-filled as we progressed.

Not all of the palace’s 2,143 fireplaces were lit, but enough of them were lit as we passed
through the State Apartments, the royal bedrooms, and waiting rooms that we got more than an inkling about life in the 1680s. Fortunately, we did not have to ascend any of the 67 stair cases.

The group Relais et Chateau was formed by eight hoteliers in 1954 under the name La
Route de Bonheur, the name applied to the main route from Paris to Nice. The eight proprietors were committed to showing the value of top quality amenities, outstanding fine dining, and experiences of place, history, environment, and culture. Each place was privately owned, different from one another with an individual personality.

Today Relais et Chateaux has 530 member establishments in 64 countries, 13 of which
are in the United States. (The nearest one to Story is the Everest Restaurant in Chicago.)
The seven salons in the Grand Apartment are interconnected, opening on one another and were furnished with round tables seating eight persons each. (My partners included the Norwegian Ambassador to France and the director of Hotel Annen Etage in Oslo; the director of the Guarda Val Hotel in the Swiss Alps; the director of Hotel Erbprinz in the Black Forest; a food writer for the French daily l’Express, the director of the Alpina Inn in the Bavarian Alps; and a wine producer from Alsace.) Of course, there was more champagne as we arrived at table.

No sooner were we seated than the herald trumpets signaled us to our feet, and Louis XIV moved from table to table to greet us, rather pleased that our group was much smaller than the 20,000 or so who once lived in his palace and took their daily meals from his larder. Marie Antoinette was also on hand, and before the dessert came around, we had also met Louis XV and Louis XVI.

Throughout the evening, troubadours plied us with bawdy songs and commentary about
the news from far-away Provence, Austria, and other foreign places. The Mayor of Paris, the President of the French Senate, and the officers of the organization all had congratulatory remarks to make to us as the white Burgundy, red Bordeaux, and Port washed down the foie gras, the filets de turbot mousseline, the boeuf wellington, the Roquefort, and the tartes des fruits et glaces. And the printed menu explained how our pledges to the event would go to the aid of Doctors without Borders and several other humanitarian organizations.On the way back to the buses for the return to Paris, I couldn’t help but remember the words of W.C. Fields: “I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor; believe me, rich is better.” It is Sheer Lunacy to think I should ever have a meal like that again.

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Childhood Christmas Memories

by Circe Olson Woessner

I was born in France, and grew up in Germany. My Department of Defense parents brought me home from the military hospital on Christmas Day. I was three days old. The first holiday memory I have been given is that, because it was one of the coldest Decembers on record, my crib was set up in the warmest room in the house-the living room. The Christmas tree promptly toppled onto my crib. Luckily, neither I, nor the tree, were damaged.

Christmas, remains one of my favorite times of year. I’m sure the holiday presents play a role in those childhood memories, and the Christmas season is different in Europe than in the United States. The first holiday event in the German Christmas season is on November 11, which is Saint Martin’s day. In elementary school, our German teachers would show us how to construct paper lanterns, which are customary in celebrating Saint Martin. We would parade through the hallways with our lanterns lit with real candles singing, “Laterne, Laterne, Sonne, Mond, und Sterne”. We’d go back to our classrooms and have juice and cookies.
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