THE NEW HIP
Fortunately the hip operation has been done in Assen. It is great to be back home again, everything is going all right. Though I had to get used to moving about on two crutches, as well as sleeping on my back. On August 12 the surgery took place and on August 17, I was already going home to Zeeland, it was long a drive.
In 2006 I had a knee operation in Assen, a cataract operation in 2007 in Zeeland, this hip surgery in 2008, hopefully nothing in 2009, but you never know.
The Wilhelmina hospital in Assen is doing great, it’s a joint care institution.
There are five orthopedic surgeons, super anesthetists and very friendly nurses.
I haven’t felt the epidural, I lay on the operation table with two pillows under my head and an oxygen tube. Occasionally you see your leg go back and forth and you hear them sawing and hammering. Three nights after the surgery you are allowed to go home, it is incredible. Tomorrow is the third week.
I have been to the viewing day of the auction and with my rollator to C1000, the supermarket.
My dear husband is taking perfectly care of us and with the hired help, who is coming for 2½ hours each week, we manage fine.
So I continue writing my stories.
Dinkie
Friday, August 1, 2008
maandag 27 december 2010
A VERY DANGEROUS PROJECT.
A DANGEROUS PROJECT
We arrived in Lagos, Nigeria with two cats and a 13 year old child. The first thing that happened in this terrible country, Willem was detained when passing the passport control. His vaccination papers were not okay. Someone of HBG was supposed to meet and help us with everything, but he or she didn’t show up.
Then a Nigerian took one of my cats, their vaccination was also not in order. My heart was in my throat, I was so nervous and sweat was gushing from me. I kept myself brave for Andy’s sake, it will be all right. Meanwhile the arrival hall was nearly empty and we just stood there. Willem surrounded by cops and I sitting on our lugage with my child and one cat. Further on I heard my other cat meowing piteously, they were thirsty. The temperature rose and the Nigerians were grinning at us.
Finally the HBG man arrived. Sorry, sorry, there was so much traffic, we went so slow. After talking and talking for half an hour and paying all was settled. Happily we went to the bus with both of our cats. We lived on a compound completely surrounded by a wall. Opposite our house was the house of the ITT man, who worked for an Italian company. In front of his house were 12 men, who lived in the garage. Despite the wall around our houses, despite the guard in the house near the gate, this ITT man thought he needed 12 more men from Niger to guard him. It wasn’t very promising. Between the houses was also grass and trees. In one of the trees in front of the 12 men hung a skinned monkey, my stomach turned. You wouldn’t believe what I have seen these Niger men do, it is unbelievable, they ate everything. In the beginning I was scared of these Arabic looking men, with their black capes, indigo blue turbands and long curved swords, very impressing. All day long there was a coming and going of these figures. We also had a day- and night guard, a Hausapappa, an old Muslim man, also Arabic. I estimated him 60 years. From experience of my earlier visit 7 years before, I knew that these men are very reliable and soon he had a good contact with the 12 men on the other side. We gave our guard a hot meal twice a day. One day he came to me and showed me his hand, which was infected and swollen. I understood that he wanted me to give him something to cure it. I gave him some penicillin cure, which I always have ready to take at home. You can buy it there without a prescription. After 7 days the hand was better and he was happy.
One night, we had been away to the site the whole day where the actual work was done, finishing the airport project Port Harcourt, there was a hard bang on the door. We woke up while the pounding continued. There is someone at the door, I said. We walked through the large gate at the bottom of the stairs, which we had to open first, before reaching our barred front door and saw our Hausappapa. He gestured that we had to open the door. Okay, okay, Willem said and carefully opened the door. Our guard gestured that we had to follow him to the other side. We didn’t understand him, there was a man with him from the other side, we had to come with him. Dress well, Willem said, they are Muslims. We didn’t want to go but finally, after taking good care I was very proper dressed, went to the other side in the pitch dark. There was a man on the ground moaning with pain. They pointed to me, that I had to do something. My God, Willem said. They want you to treat him and when he dies it is our fault. But we couldn’t refuse either with all those men standing around us with their daggers and swords. What now, I said. What are we going to do? As a woman you can’t touch him. How do I know what is wrong with him. Willem said: the safest thing you can do is give him a cure for worms. They always do that at the site as well, it works perfectly and at least it can do no harm. Later in the day you can always say that a real doctor has to come. Okay Willem, that seems an excellent idea. Will you get the worm cure? There I stood in dark Africa alone with 12 men with swords. The worm cure was given with lots of water and we went quickly back to our house locking everything. When next morning we carefully looked outside, we were amazed to see 12 men with happy faces. The man was cured. So, Willem said, they were right at the site, most of the people here have worms. We regularly gave them frozen chickens, pillows and a lot more of other things and we have felt always safe with them around us. They were extremely nice and took good care of us as we took good care of them with a lot of food.
A follow up on this story is about calling to Holland through radio Scheveningen on a dredger on the river Warrie in Port Harcourt, Nigeria.
Dinkie
We arrived in Lagos, Nigeria with two cats and a 13 year old child. The first thing that happened in this terrible country, Willem was detained when passing the passport control. His vaccination papers were not okay. Someone of HBG was supposed to meet and help us with everything, but he or she didn’t show up.
Then a Nigerian took one of my cats, their vaccination was also not in order. My heart was in my throat, I was so nervous and sweat was gushing from me. I kept myself brave for Andy’s sake, it will be all right. Meanwhile the arrival hall was nearly empty and we just stood there. Willem surrounded by cops and I sitting on our lugage with my child and one cat. Further on I heard my other cat meowing piteously, they were thirsty. The temperature rose and the Nigerians were grinning at us.
Finally the HBG man arrived. Sorry, sorry, there was so much traffic, we went so slow. After talking and talking for half an hour and paying all was settled. Happily we went to the bus with both of our cats. We lived on a compound completely surrounded by a wall. Opposite our house was the house of the ITT man, who worked for an Italian company. In front of his house were 12 men, who lived in the garage. Despite the wall around our houses, despite the guard in the house near the gate, this ITT man thought he needed 12 more men from Niger to guard him. It wasn’t very promising. Between the houses was also grass and trees. In one of the trees in front of the 12 men hung a skinned monkey, my stomach turned. You wouldn’t believe what I have seen these Niger men do, it is unbelievable, they ate everything. In the beginning I was scared of these Arabic looking men, with their black capes, indigo blue turbands and long curved swords, very impressing. All day long there was a coming and going of these figures. We also had a day- and night guard, a Hausapappa, an old Muslim man, also Arabic. I estimated him 60 years. From experience of my earlier visit 7 years before, I knew that these men are very reliable and soon he had a good contact with the 12 men on the other side. We gave our guard a hot meal twice a day. One day he came to me and showed me his hand, which was infected and swollen. I understood that he wanted me to give him something to cure it. I gave him some penicillin cure, which I always have ready to take at home. You can buy it there without a prescription. After 7 days the hand was better and he was happy.
One night, we had been away to the site the whole day where the actual work was done, finishing the airport project Port Harcourt, there was a hard bang on the door. We woke up while the pounding continued. There is someone at the door, I said. We walked through the large gate at the bottom of the stairs, which we had to open first, before reaching our barred front door and saw our Hausappapa. He gestured that we had to open the door. Okay, okay, Willem said and carefully opened the door. Our guard gestured that we had to follow him to the other side. We didn’t understand him, there was a man with him from the other side, we had to come with him. Dress well, Willem said, they are Muslims. We didn’t want to go but finally, after taking good care I was very proper dressed, went to the other side in the pitch dark. There was a man on the ground moaning with pain. They pointed to me, that I had to do something. My God, Willem said. They want you to treat him and when he dies it is our fault. But we couldn’t refuse either with all those men standing around us with their daggers and swords. What now, I said. What are we going to do? As a woman you can’t touch him. How do I know what is wrong with him. Willem said: the safest thing you can do is give him a cure for worms. They always do that at the site as well, it works perfectly and at least it can do no harm. Later in the day you can always say that a real doctor has to come. Okay Willem, that seems an excellent idea. Will you get the worm cure? There I stood in dark Africa alone with 12 men with swords. The worm cure was given with lots of water and we went quickly back to our house locking everything. When next morning we carefully looked outside, we were amazed to see 12 men with happy faces. The man was cured. So, Willem said, they were right at the site, most of the people here have worms. We regularly gave them frozen chickens, pillows and a lot more of other things and we have felt always safe with them around us. They were extremely nice and took good care of us as we took good care of them with a lot of food.
A follow up on this story is about calling to Holland through radio Scheveningen on a dredger on the river Warrie in Port Harcourt, Nigeria.
Dinkie
MY STAY IN EPE, HOLLAND.
OUR STAY IN EPE
It was a beautiful summer in 1950. I was 16 years old and went for a 10 days stay to my aunt Jo, my mother’s concentration camp friend, who in camp Solo was next to us with her son Adriaan. So I tease is wife, that I slept first with him. But to tell you, the truth is that he was younger and he was always teasing me together with my terrible brother My aunt lived in Epe on the Dellenweg, a road through the country with a house here and there, very lonely, completely at the outskirts. It even looked like Indonesia. A forest with trees everywhere and bushes, here and there a hidden house. At the very end a sandy path and then the beautiful heather. She lived almost at the end of this area near the heather. Fortunately, her house was one of two under one roof, each with its own area of forest. From the street a gravel road led to the front door and aside of her forest, a sandy path led to the garage.
It really was a lovely house of the thirties with deep basement, joining rooms with doors opening to the terrace. From the terrace you couldn’t see the street nor the neighbours due to all the trees, bushes and pine trees. Her house was beautifully decorated with lovely Indonesian furniture and lots of silver from Djokja. We cozily drank tea on the terrace. I unpacked my suitcase in the nice room with a view at the garden. At two o’clock the telephone rang, a totally shaken aunt Jo, told that her youngest sister had fallen and broken her leg and was being operated. There was no one to take over the leading of the pension in Bergen-binnen. Before I knew it aunt Jo left with her suitcase to Bergen-binnen. You’ll be fine, huh child, I will call you. Ex concentration camp people always have plenty to eat at home. Everything was packed, the basement was full with food and the fridge was filled, so there was no problem. It was deadly silent after she left. There I was all alone in Epe in the middle of nowhere with out knowing anybody, I felt very awfull. After listening to the radio for a couple of hours and hearing that bad weather was forecasted, I made something to eat for myself. There were meatballs ready in the casserole. I listened to the radio again hearing the forecast for heavy rains and heavy wind, etc. At 10 o’clock I went to bed. At midnight I sat straight on my bed. A terrible storm had erupted with thunder and lightning. It was so fierce that it scared the daylight out of me and I went shivering downstairs. I couldn’t find the light switch in the pitch dark room. The heavy curtains were closed. My parents were on holiday, I couldn’t call anyone it was 1950 and didn’t know what to do. Finally I found a light and sat there shivering. Flashing lights, thunder and lightning and suddenly heavy rain. My light went out, the power was gone. I didn’t know where the candles were and heard strange noises everywhere; cracking sounds and flapping of things. I searched for the telephone in the hallway and for the directory, I had to find someone to speak to.
Then suddenly the doorbell, I stood frozen, who could that be, my immagination hiting stampede. There was a small window in the door and I looked through it, seeing a big man with a raincoat and an umbrella. He turned around and pointed at the door. It took me sometime before I dared open it because I was afraid. The man came inside and said: “child, you must have been very frightened here all by yourself, please don’t be afraid now”. I am the neighbour and will sit with you until the worst is over”.
First he put in new fuses and turned on all the lights, then he made us a cup of tea and sat with me. The weather hasn’t been this bad in years, he said.
I estimated him about 70 years. He saw that I was still upset. He told me that aunt Jo went to see him before she left and that he was a retired headmaster of a primary school in Rotterdam and that he lived next door with his wife, who was older than him. Before we knew it, it was 02.00 a.m. and after checking everything again he went home.
Thanks, to this dear teacher I had a very nice time at the Dellenweg. Every morning he came to drink coffee with me on the terrace and we talked about all sorts of things. In the afternoon we went for a walk and he told stories about every bird, every tree and every bush we saw. In the evening he also came often for a couple of hours to keep me company on the terrace, while embroidering beautiful tablecloths. He radiated a serenity I had never experienced with anyone before nor after. During all this time, he also took care of his wife, who was ill. This wise man is never completely disappeared from my mind, nor the things he taught me. When aunt Jo came back after a week she found a clean house and a cheerful and happy teenager.
Dinkie
It was a beautiful summer in 1950. I was 16 years old and went for a 10 days stay to my aunt Jo, my mother’s concentration camp friend, who in camp Solo was next to us with her son Adriaan. So I tease is wife, that I slept first with him. But to tell you, the truth is that he was younger and he was always teasing me together with my terrible brother My aunt lived in Epe on the Dellenweg, a road through the country with a house here and there, very lonely, completely at the outskirts. It even looked like Indonesia. A forest with trees everywhere and bushes, here and there a hidden house. At the very end a sandy path and then the beautiful heather. She lived almost at the end of this area near the heather. Fortunately, her house was one of two under one roof, each with its own area of forest. From the street a gravel road led to the front door and aside of her forest, a sandy path led to the garage.
It really was a lovely house of the thirties with deep basement, joining rooms with doors opening to the terrace. From the terrace you couldn’t see the street nor the neighbours due to all the trees, bushes and pine trees. Her house was beautifully decorated with lovely Indonesian furniture and lots of silver from Djokja. We cozily drank tea on the terrace. I unpacked my suitcase in the nice room with a view at the garden. At two o’clock the telephone rang, a totally shaken aunt Jo, told that her youngest sister had fallen and broken her leg and was being operated. There was no one to take over the leading of the pension in Bergen-binnen. Before I knew it aunt Jo left with her suitcase to Bergen-binnen. You’ll be fine, huh child, I will call you. Ex concentration camp people always have plenty to eat at home. Everything was packed, the basement was full with food and the fridge was filled, so there was no problem. It was deadly silent after she left. There I was all alone in Epe in the middle of nowhere with out knowing anybody, I felt very awfull. After listening to the radio for a couple of hours and hearing that bad weather was forecasted, I made something to eat for myself. There were meatballs ready in the casserole. I listened to the radio again hearing the forecast for heavy rains and heavy wind, etc. At 10 o’clock I went to bed. At midnight I sat straight on my bed. A terrible storm had erupted with thunder and lightning. It was so fierce that it scared the daylight out of me and I went shivering downstairs. I couldn’t find the light switch in the pitch dark room. The heavy curtains were closed. My parents were on holiday, I couldn’t call anyone it was 1950 and didn’t know what to do. Finally I found a light and sat there shivering. Flashing lights, thunder and lightning and suddenly heavy rain. My light went out, the power was gone. I didn’t know where the candles were and heard strange noises everywhere; cracking sounds and flapping of things. I searched for the telephone in the hallway and for the directory, I had to find someone to speak to.
Then suddenly the doorbell, I stood frozen, who could that be, my immagination hiting stampede. There was a small window in the door and I looked through it, seeing a big man with a raincoat and an umbrella. He turned around and pointed at the door. It took me sometime before I dared open it because I was afraid. The man came inside and said: “child, you must have been very frightened here all by yourself, please don’t be afraid now”. I am the neighbour and will sit with you until the worst is over”.
First he put in new fuses and turned on all the lights, then he made us a cup of tea and sat with me. The weather hasn’t been this bad in years, he said.
I estimated him about 70 years. He saw that I was still upset. He told me that aunt Jo went to see him before she left and that he was a retired headmaster of a primary school in Rotterdam and that he lived next door with his wife, who was older than him. Before we knew it, it was 02.00 a.m. and after checking everything again he went home.
Thanks, to this dear teacher I had a very nice time at the Dellenweg. Every morning he came to drink coffee with me on the terrace and we talked about all sorts of things. In the afternoon we went for a walk and he told stories about every bird, every tree and every bush we saw. In the evening he also came often for a couple of hours to keep me company on the terrace, while embroidering beautiful tablecloths. He radiated a serenity I had never experienced with anyone before nor after. During all this time, he also took care of his wife, who was ill. This wise man is never completely disappeared from my mind, nor the things he taught me. When aunt Jo came back after a week she found a clean house and a cheerful and happy teenager.
Dinkie
EVACUATION OF INDONESIA TO HOLLAND.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
EVACUATION OF INDONESIA TO HOLLAND
From our beautiful ship, the Klipfontein, we left with a freight train for Attaca, a town in the interior of Egypt.
The journey was long and all you could see everywhere was sand. It was extremely hot, but we enjoyed it. Finally we were sitting in something that didn’t move, as it felt that our bodies were still rocking back and forth. The carriages were open and you could just stand in a warm breeze.
Then suddenly we saw a huge tent camp and also barracks which were surrounded by a large, high fence. It was familiar to us, but instead of Japanese there were Englishmen and Americans who guarded the big camp. Everywhere you saw white prisoners in striped suits. No one understood what was happening. We had to get out and had to go into the camp. Lots of striped men came to us and respectfully escorted us to the large tents. They spoke a language I didn’t understood. They are German, my mother said. They are German prisoners of war and they have to help us. My mother had been on a boarding school in Berlin when she was young and could speak fluent German.
As soon as she started a conversation with one of them, a guard ran to her and started yelling at the German. We were shocked and walked quietly behind the man into the huge tent. Inside the tent it felt like heaven, tables full of food and nice English women. We sat at one of the tables and we could eat and take as much as we wanted. And that is what we did. All mothers warned us in vain not to eat too much as we weren’t used to it. In one part of this huge tent there was also a playground with swings and roundabouts. All this was operated by the same men in their striped suits. Furthermore, there was a merry band playing American music. Also the band was formed by the same prisoners.
If you wanted to use the swing one of the men came to push you, it was great, as they ran after us like dogs. It was the world upside down. Many children were commanding them and showed improper behavior. After we had enjoyed all of it, we were called and had to move to another part of the huge tent. There we got warm clothes, socks, underwear, a coat, sweaters and shoes and lots more. We were also given blankets. To this day I still have saved this a pure wool Attaca blanket, even my children know where it’s coming from.
Each with a large duffel bag and suitcases filled with stuff, we went back to the ship by train in the dark (there it’s already dark at 6.00 p.m.). Overtired and a lot of us also feeling very sick of all the food we had gotten. The ship’s doctor, my foster father on board, had his hands full for days to help the very sick people. Coming from concentration camps our stomachs were not used to all the food we ate. Two children even died of this.
For years we have had the pleasure of the winter coats and all the lovely warm clothing. This was my first encounter with the cold and the last for several years with the heat.
Dinkie
EVACUATION OF INDONESIA TO HOLLAND
From our beautiful ship, the Klipfontein, we left with a freight train for Attaca, a town in the interior of Egypt.
The journey was long and all you could see everywhere was sand. It was extremely hot, but we enjoyed it. Finally we were sitting in something that didn’t move, as it felt that our bodies were still rocking back and forth. The carriages were open and you could just stand in a warm breeze.
Then suddenly we saw a huge tent camp and also barracks which were surrounded by a large, high fence. It was familiar to us, but instead of Japanese there were Englishmen and Americans who guarded the big camp. Everywhere you saw white prisoners in striped suits. No one understood what was happening. We had to get out and had to go into the camp. Lots of striped men came to us and respectfully escorted us to the large tents. They spoke a language I didn’t understood. They are German, my mother said. They are German prisoners of war and they have to help us. My mother had been on a boarding school in Berlin when she was young and could speak fluent German.
As soon as she started a conversation with one of them, a guard ran to her and started yelling at the German. We were shocked and walked quietly behind the man into the huge tent. Inside the tent it felt like heaven, tables full of food and nice English women. We sat at one of the tables and we could eat and take as much as we wanted. And that is what we did. All mothers warned us in vain not to eat too much as we weren’t used to it. In one part of this huge tent there was also a playground with swings and roundabouts. All this was operated by the same men in their striped suits. Furthermore, there was a merry band playing American music. Also the band was formed by the same prisoners.
If you wanted to use the swing one of the men came to push you, it was great, as they ran after us like dogs. It was the world upside down. Many children were commanding them and showed improper behavior. After we had enjoyed all of it, we were called and had to move to another part of the huge tent. There we got warm clothes, socks, underwear, a coat, sweaters and shoes and lots more. We were also given blankets. To this day I still have saved this a pure wool Attaca blanket, even my children know where it’s coming from.
Each with a large duffel bag and suitcases filled with stuff, we went back to the ship by train in the dark (there it’s already dark at 6.00 p.m.). Overtired and a lot of us also feeling very sick of all the food we had gotten. The ship’s doctor, my foster father on board, had his hands full for days to help the very sick people. Coming from concentration camps our stomachs were not used to all the food we ate. Two children even died of this.
For years we have had the pleasure of the winter coats and all the lovely warm clothing. This was my first encounter with the cold and the last for several years with the heat.
Dinkie
dinsdag 14 december 2010
CARD READING IN SOLO
CARD READING
Walking through the corridors of Camp Solo, women and children everywhere, it was incredibly full. The new camp wasn’t ready yet. Hundreds of women and children were waiting here for this new camp, when suddenly the news came that all boys from 10 years on would be taken away. No one knew where they would go to. What than happened I will never forget, it will be burned for ever in my memory, it was the worst thing I've ever seen. Women weeping and frightened boys, only ten years old and very afraid. They had already lost their fathers and now they didn’t know where they were going. Nobody knew. Those two days were hell for everyone. Then came the dreaded morning, big trucks arrived. There they were all together, 10 years and over, shivering with fear, some boys began to cry loudly, some ran back to their mothers and hat to be dragged away. Mothers stood there in despair, some began to scream and were quickly dragged away by other women. Then suddenly the trucks drove away taking your only son, brother or eldest son. An hour later it was all over, it became deadly silent in the camp. All you heard was many women crying, some screaming. It took weeks before they could cope. Then the new camp was ready and we all got some rest and an overview. All mothers though were anxious to know what had happened to their sons, so they were looking for a fortune teller or someone who could read cards, there were two of them.
For a little bit of sugar or something else they would read cards and tell you about your son, husband, etc. As time passed and certain things came out, such a card reader became more credible. They had a days work doing it. Because I was often bored, I always sat with the card readers and followed everything they did. I remembered everything of every reading. Slowly I learned to see for myself what would happen to the people and also saw the things the fortune teller concealed from them, if she saw something very bad happening to them. I thought that was very nice of her. If you follow the readers for days and weeks, it all becomes clear and you immediately could verify what was said was true. Everyone was so close by and everything went like wildfire, especially when a prediction was really happening.
Much later, in Holland as a girl of 15, 16 years old and in love, you wanted to know whether everything would be all right, so I started reading the cards for myself at first and later also for my friends. Soon my reputation as fortune teller became known. My whole life I have been reading cards for friends and acquaintances for free. I still do read cards sometimes, when one of my friends is ill or something very unpleasant is happening, just for myself to see what turn it takes. There has been a time,that to many friends called and ask me to do it so many because it was always coming true that it became all too much for me. I stopped then and now I am older, 75 and I do it whenever I want to know what happens to some one who is dear to me. I just do it for very good friends. They often asked me why I didn’t charge any money for it. My answer is: when I really do a good reading, then that is a gift.
Dinkie
Walking through the corridors of Camp Solo, women and children everywhere, it was incredibly full. The new camp wasn’t ready yet. Hundreds of women and children were waiting here for this new camp, when suddenly the news came that all boys from 10 years on would be taken away. No one knew where they would go to. What than happened I will never forget, it will be burned for ever in my memory, it was the worst thing I've ever seen. Women weeping and frightened boys, only ten years old and very afraid. They had already lost their fathers and now they didn’t know where they were going. Nobody knew. Those two days were hell for everyone. Then came the dreaded morning, big trucks arrived. There they were all together, 10 years and over, shivering with fear, some boys began to cry loudly, some ran back to their mothers and hat to be dragged away. Mothers stood there in despair, some began to scream and were quickly dragged away by other women. Then suddenly the trucks drove away taking your only son, brother or eldest son. An hour later it was all over, it became deadly silent in the camp. All you heard was many women crying, some screaming. It took weeks before they could cope. Then the new camp was ready and we all got some rest and an overview. All mothers though were anxious to know what had happened to their sons, so they were looking for a fortune teller or someone who could read cards, there were two of them.
For a little bit of sugar or something else they would read cards and tell you about your son, husband, etc. As time passed and certain things came out, such a card reader became more credible. They had a days work doing it. Because I was often bored, I always sat with the card readers and followed everything they did. I remembered everything of every reading. Slowly I learned to see for myself what would happen to the people and also saw the things the fortune teller concealed from them, if she saw something very bad happening to them. I thought that was very nice of her. If you follow the readers for days and weeks, it all becomes clear and you immediately could verify what was said was true. Everyone was so close by and everything went like wildfire, especially when a prediction was really happening.
Much later, in Holland as a girl of 15, 16 years old and in love, you wanted to know whether everything would be all right, so I started reading the cards for myself at first and later also for my friends. Soon my reputation as fortune teller became known. My whole life I have been reading cards for friends and acquaintances for free. I still do read cards sometimes, when one of my friends is ill or something very unpleasant is happening, just for myself to see what turn it takes. There has been a time,that to many friends called and ask me to do it so many because it was always coming true that it became all too much for me. I stopped then and now I am older, 75 and I do it whenever I want to know what happens to some one who is dear to me. I just do it for very good friends. They often asked me why I didn’t charge any money for it. My answer is: when I really do a good reading, then that is a gift.
Dinkie
woensdag 1 december 2010
Camp Solo Event
Solo was a large CONCENTRATION CAMP.
The camp existed of two parts, one part was a former psychiatric hospital and the new section with lots of barracks was newly build for many prisoners. In one of those barracks we slept, my mother, brother and I. Everybody had exactly 45 inches, all lined in a long line. Opposite were your suitcases with your stuff. In front of the suitcases was a large aisle. At the other side it was the same. Every morning we had to take the roll call. In the evening we had to be inside the barracks at 9 o’clock otherwise you were caught and you would be beaten. Sometimes there were important visitors. It were scary, severe Japanese, hung with medals, who came inspecting if everything was allright. A disaster it was. Everything had to be clean and perfectly tidy, we then had to take roll calls for long hours. They loved that.
We played cards on our beds. Next to us Adriaan slept with his mother, who became my mother’s best friend and remained so for the rest of her life.
Once I laughed so hard that I fell backwards with my head on our suitcases. I was unconscious, vomited and had a concussion. I had to lay flat. Exactly at that time the important visitors came and everyone had to be present at the roll call. Deadly quiet I lay there, all alone in the large barrack, frozen with fear. The door flew open and three Japs came in. One walked on the beds on the other side and one on my side with a Samurai swords pricking in everything. I saw his shining boots come closer. I lay there without moving, but made sure that he could see me. Imagine, he could put me to death with that sword. I looked at him tensely as he came closer and closer. Suddenly he was in front of me, standing with his boots on both sides of my body. With his shining sword he started yelling at me (they always did). I was too afraid to cry. He yelled something to the other Japs en started pricking with his sword around me. He also took my doll and pulled her head off and looked inside her. They were looking for hidden jewels and money. I smelled his breath, when he bent over me again. He grinned and barked something to me in Japanese and finally left, waving his sword. That I, as a 9 year old, didn’t wet my pants is a miracle. After this I never stayed alone in my bed even when I was very ill. As far as I am concerned I was very lucky to have survived this event.
Dinkie
The camp existed of two parts, one part was a former psychiatric hospital and the new section with lots of barracks was newly build for many prisoners. In one of those barracks we slept, my mother, brother and I. Everybody had exactly 45 inches, all lined in a long line. Opposite were your suitcases with your stuff. In front of the suitcases was a large aisle. At the other side it was the same. Every morning we had to take the roll call. In the evening we had to be inside the barracks at 9 o’clock otherwise you were caught and you would be beaten. Sometimes there were important visitors. It were scary, severe Japanese, hung with medals, who came inspecting if everything was allright. A disaster it was. Everything had to be clean and perfectly tidy, we then had to take roll calls for long hours. They loved that.
We played cards on our beds. Next to us Adriaan slept with his mother, who became my mother’s best friend and remained so for the rest of her life.
Once I laughed so hard that I fell backwards with my head on our suitcases. I was unconscious, vomited and had a concussion. I had to lay flat. Exactly at that time the important visitors came and everyone had to be present at the roll call. Deadly quiet I lay there, all alone in the large barrack, frozen with fear. The door flew open and three Japs came in. One walked on the beds on the other side and one on my side with a Samurai swords pricking in everything. I saw his shining boots come closer. I lay there without moving, but made sure that he could see me. Imagine, he could put me to death with that sword. I looked at him tensely as he came closer and closer. Suddenly he was in front of me, standing with his boots on both sides of my body. With his shining sword he started yelling at me (they always did). I was too afraid to cry. He yelled something to the other Japs en started pricking with his sword around me. He also took my doll and pulled her head off and looked inside her. They were looking for hidden jewels and money. I smelled his breath, when he bent over me again. He grinned and barked something to me in Japanese and finally left, waving his sword. That I, as a 9 year old, didn’t wet my pants is a miracle. After this I never stayed alone in my bed even when I was very ill. As far as I am concerned I was very lucky to have survived this event.
Dinkie
Another Remarkable Event.
ANOTHER REMARKABLE EVENT
1963. We lived in Moordrecht, the children were 7, 6 and 5 years old. We had a normal newly built house in a neighbourhood with many children and a very good physician.
Walter, our eldest son, never had a problem, but the two girls were ill often. Every year they had ear- and throat infections and high fever. After consulting our physician, it was decided that their tonsils had to be taken out. So we went to the hospital in Gouda. They had to stay there overnight.I went through the procedure with them for many hours, to show them what exactly would happen with them every step of the way, so there would be no surprises for them. Then I had to bring them. It was the first time they didn’t sleep at home, which was terrible most of all for me. At six o’clock the next day I was dressed and at seven I went to the hospital and by nine o’clock we were home again. The youngest, Elizabeth was pale but healthy and happy. Arlette was still very ill. At the end of the afternoon she had a very high fever. She cried and she felt sick. Suddeny she vomited, it was terrible, blood and blood clots everywhere. Hysterical I called the physician and told him what had happened. He was with us in a jiffy, he looked at her, cursed and said: “a bleeding”. Put her immediately flat on her back and put a bucket beside her. Blood ran with a small trickle from her mouth into the bucket. What you’re going through in that moment is indescribable. He called the hospital and consulted the surgeon. He was very angry and before I knew it he had also called a neighbour who had been a nurse because the surgeon was coming to our house and insisted that there had to be a trained nurse present when he came. Arlette couldn’t be moved.
Deadly quiet my little darling lay there with the small trickle of blood coming out of her mouth and I saw her getting paler by the minute. I have never been so afraid. The surgeon came and I stayed at her headside. He made me quiet, white and darling Arlette opened her mouth and without her uttering any sound, he burned the wound in her throat. The nurse went down and was gone, but our physician stood next to the surgeon and helped him. The bleeding stopped. They listened to her lungs as she had gotten blood in her lungs. I have never seen a physician so angry. She got an injection of penecilline. Together we put her to bed and I stayed with her to look after her and making sure the bleeding didn’t return. She was only allowed to have a teaspoon of water every now and then, nothing more. She lay there perfectly still for hours. At 11.00 hours p.m. I ran down the stairs, out of the door to my left neighbour (we hadn’t spoken to each other for two years). I rang the bell and she opened the door. I said: you have been to Lourdes haven’t you? Yes,Yes she said. I asked: did you bring back some water from Lourdes? Yes, Dinkie, I did, she responded. May I please have some of it, I asked. Of course, she said and put water out of the Lourdes bottle in a cup and gave it to me. Good luck with your little Arlette, she said. Thank you, I answered. I ran back home and went quietly back to my little girl and asked if she was asleep. No mamma, she said. Okay dear, do you want some water? Don’t talk just nod. She nodded. I gave her, praying in silence, some of the Lourdes water and repeated that every 3 hours. At 8 o’clock in the morning she woke up. To my surprise she looked good. Smiling she asked me if she could get out of bed. Stunned I looked at her, everything seemed okay even the fever was gone. I cried with joy, she was allright. I washed her and gave her clean clothes and put her very carefully to bed again. Our physician came around 9 o’clock and was amazed to she her so cheerful. He asked her to sit with her face to the window and looked at her throat. This is very strange, he said after also taking her temperature, the fever is also gone.
He turned around and listened to her lungs, looked at me and literally said: a miracle has happened.
I can’t see anything in her throat anymore, the fever is gone and her lungs are much better. She has to finish the antibiotics, but it is unbelievable, this is really remarkable. He walked away shaking his head. My heart was overflowing with joy.
I went back to my neighbour and told her what had occurred. We stayed friends for as long as we lived in that house. My deep gratitude for this absolute miracle has always stayed with me. Now you can find more of Arlette’s doing on the website HYPERLINK "http://www.yogadoen.nl" www.yogadoen.nl .
Dinkie
Thursday, May 15, 2008
ECKHART TOLLE
Being in the classroom with Ophra and Eckhart Tolle with a million other people, it’s unbelievable. People from all over the world participate and follow the lessons. Via Skype questions are being asked from all countries, such as Russia, Ireland, Hawaii, Hongkong, etc. What a special feeling it gives you, knowing that all these people are doing the same thing, all trying to be more understanding, feel more freedom and more feelings for each other and the world. Especially letting your own ego go, all together. Eckhart Tolle’s book (A new world) and his explanation give you the feeling that it is that simple, everyone can do it and should try it.
Dinkie
1963. We lived in Moordrecht, the children were 7, 6 and 5 years old. We had a normal newly built house in a neighbourhood with many children and a very good physician.
Walter, our eldest son, never had a problem, but the two girls were ill often. Every year they had ear- and throat infections and high fever. After consulting our physician, it was decided that their tonsils had to be taken out. So we went to the hospital in Gouda. They had to stay there overnight.I went through the procedure with them for many hours, to show them what exactly would happen with them every step of the way, so there would be no surprises for them. Then I had to bring them. It was the first time they didn’t sleep at home, which was terrible most of all for me. At six o’clock the next day I was dressed and at seven I went to the hospital and by nine o’clock we were home again. The youngest, Elizabeth was pale but healthy and happy. Arlette was still very ill. At the end of the afternoon she had a very high fever. She cried and she felt sick. Suddeny she vomited, it was terrible, blood and blood clots everywhere. Hysterical I called the physician and told him what had happened. He was with us in a jiffy, he looked at her, cursed and said: “a bleeding”. Put her immediately flat on her back and put a bucket beside her. Blood ran with a small trickle from her mouth into the bucket. What you’re going through in that moment is indescribable. He called the hospital and consulted the surgeon. He was very angry and before I knew it he had also called a neighbour who had been a nurse because the surgeon was coming to our house and insisted that there had to be a trained nurse present when he came. Arlette couldn’t be moved.
Deadly quiet my little darling lay there with the small trickle of blood coming out of her mouth and I saw her getting paler by the minute. I have never been so afraid. The surgeon came and I stayed at her headside. He made me quiet, white and darling Arlette opened her mouth and without her uttering any sound, he burned the wound in her throat. The nurse went down and was gone, but our physician stood next to the surgeon and helped him. The bleeding stopped. They listened to her lungs as she had gotten blood in her lungs. I have never seen a physician so angry. She got an injection of penecilline. Together we put her to bed and I stayed with her to look after her and making sure the bleeding didn’t return. She was only allowed to have a teaspoon of water every now and then, nothing more. She lay there perfectly still for hours. At 11.00 hours p.m. I ran down the stairs, out of the door to my left neighbour (we hadn’t spoken to each other for two years). I rang the bell and she opened the door. I said: you have been to Lourdes haven’t you? Yes,Yes she said. I asked: did you bring back some water from Lourdes? Yes, Dinkie, I did, she responded. May I please have some of it, I asked. Of course, she said and put water out of the Lourdes bottle in a cup and gave it to me. Good luck with your little Arlette, she said. Thank you, I answered. I ran back home and went quietly back to my little girl and asked if she was asleep. No mamma, she said. Okay dear, do you want some water? Don’t talk just nod. She nodded. I gave her, praying in silence, some of the Lourdes water and repeated that every 3 hours. At 8 o’clock in the morning she woke up. To my surprise she looked good. Smiling she asked me if she could get out of bed. Stunned I looked at her, everything seemed okay even the fever was gone. I cried with joy, she was allright. I washed her and gave her clean clothes and put her very carefully to bed again. Our physician came around 9 o’clock and was amazed to she her so cheerful. He asked her to sit with her face to the window and looked at her throat. This is very strange, he said after also taking her temperature, the fever is also gone.
He turned around and listened to her lungs, looked at me and literally said: a miracle has happened.
I can’t see anything in her throat anymore, the fever is gone and her lungs are much better. She has to finish the antibiotics, but it is unbelievable, this is really remarkable. He walked away shaking his head. My heart was overflowing with joy.
I went back to my neighbour and told her what had occurred. We stayed friends for as long as we lived in that house. My deep gratitude for this absolute miracle has always stayed with me. Now you can find more of Arlette’s doing on the website HYPERLINK "http://www.yogadoen.nl" www.yogadoen.nl .
Dinkie
Thursday, May 15, 2008
ECKHART TOLLE
Being in the classroom with Ophra and Eckhart Tolle with a million other people, it’s unbelievable. People from all over the world participate and follow the lessons. Via Skype questions are being asked from all countries, such as Russia, Ireland, Hawaii, Hongkong, etc. What a special feeling it gives you, knowing that all these people are doing the same thing, all trying to be more understanding, feel more freedom and more feelings for each other and the world. Especially letting your own ego go, all together. Eckhart Tolle’s book (A new world) and his explanation give you the feeling that it is that simple, everyone can do it and should try it.
Dinkie
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