Poljanci Choir from the Burgenland
The Poljanci Choir at the
Danube Swabian Club
The Choir and the audience |
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It has been some time since I have
seen the great hall at the Donauschwaben Club that crowded.
Toronto’s Burgenländer Club and the Danube Swabians had pooled
their resources – the club providing the venue and the
Burgenländer the guests and entertainment. John Brunner and the
Burgenländer Board had arranged to have the Croatian Folklore
Group ‘Poljanci’ entertain at the Donauschwaben Club. Previous
advertising had also prepared the members of the Donauschwaben
Club of this event. It turned out that about 35–40% of the
guests were club members, the rest were Burgenländer.
John Brunner welcomed the guests and introduced the VIPs plus
Angelika Kornfeind, the choir’s manager who, as the rest of the
37 artists, also hailed from Wulkaprodersdorf, a small Village
close to the Austrian border.
She later explained to me that the
village has about 1800 inhabitants and that the group was
founded in 1977. It has about 100 members of every age,
musicians who play the “Tamburitza”- an instrument that looks
like a small Guitar or Mandolin, dancers and singers.
The aim of the group has always been to promote the
Bugenland-croatian language, customs, costumes, folk-dances and
songs. It was a sight for sore eyes to see the group arrange
themselves on the club’s stage.
Members of the
choir in performance |
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It was really crowded, but the
view of all those colourful costumes was miraculous. They
entertained with Croatian folk-songs, hits, hymns and other
renditions - mostly in Croat, of course; that not very many of
the audience could understand. A lively folk-dance by three
couples ended the first part of the event.
During the break we had many opportunities to talk to the guests
and found a number of them disappointed that they only sang
Croatian songs – what did they expect, Swahili? No, they wanted
to hear German songs, not Croatian! Well, some of them left and
did not wait for the second part of the event, I suppose it
wasn’t their cup-of-tea.
As always
Dick Altermann
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