THE SECOND REMARKABLE STORY
Jubail, a camp in the dessert in Saudi Arabia, a giant litter of sand containing a few hundred prefab houses in the middle of nowhere, near to the coast of the Persian Gulf.
There were three companies represented, Volker (Holland), Hochtief (Germany) and CCC (a Lebanese company). We were there for Volker. In that camp I soon had a Dutch friend, Map, she stood head and shoulders above the rest. She was Dutch and very straight, what you see is what you get, had her heart on her sleeve, was honest and under her armor very sweet. We saw each other regularly at the pool or at her house. She had three children, who went to the Dutch school together with my youngest son. The rest of my days I spent with Lebanese, Egyptian and Palestinian women, with whom I felt at home. I also did a lot with little May, the baby of my Palestinian neighbour Leila, who also was my best friend there.
Later in Holland my friendship with Map continued, mostly via phone calls and once in two months, Map her husband, Willem and me, the four of us had diner together, which was always very nice. Her husband, a lover of big American cars, drove us around in Vlaardingen or in Zeeland, very luxurious and comfortable. Peter, her husband worked on an oil platform in the Caspian sea, one month he was there and one month he was at home. When he was at work, we phoned a lot talking about our kids, animals, houses and books.
One day out of the blue she decided to let the dentist pull all her teeth and wear a beautiful new denture, she would have it done all at once. She also wanted to lift her eyelids. I thought it was very rigorous. But resolutely as she was, it was done as she had said. Her teeth first, six weeks of pain, longer due to an inflammation, getting peneciline, eating porridge and soft foods and still in pain. To make matters worse, the plastic surgeon detected a small cancerous spot next to her eye. It wasn’t malicious, but it had to be taken away before she had the eyelid operation.
She also had a terrible fight with the daughter’s neighbour. She was very angry at him. Suddenly she called and said: “Dinkie, I will die very soon and I will not see my children and grandchildren grow up”. I was shocked: “Map, how can you say something like that? Only because of that spot on your skin, that is nothing. For your teeth you get peneciline so there is nothing wrong”. She kept on talking about her death and saying goodbye. I was very afraid, this wasn’t Map. She also told me that her daughters child, being two years old, had suddenly called out the name of their beloved cat who died years ago and who had become 18 years old and was immensly loved by her own children. She phoned me asking how is this possible, how could she had known the cat's name. How is that possible Dinkie? You believe in reincarnation, can you tell me something about it. That I believed in it, has to do with an incident that had taken place in my youth. I‘ve been outside my body for two hours, followed my parents who went to the movies, which unfortunately was sold out. Then they went to a cozy restaurant ordered coffee and cake and half past eight they went to another cinema where they were able to get tickets and went in. After that I went back and saw myself laying on bed and at that moment I became aware that I was out of my body and the next moment I was pulled back into my body. Next morning I went to my parents and told them what they had done, even what the waiter did, that they had white tablecloths and ate cakes and that there was live music. Everything in colour and odor. My father said that I had an out of body experience and that I should never do it again, because it was very dangerous. The babysitter that night had seen us (my brother and I) sleeping peacefully. Map kept on asking about it, she had to know everything. I then told her to buy a book about little children, who remembered their past lives, the book was named,: “Earlier when I was a grown up”, It is about children and reincarnation, she loved it and we talked for hours about this subject.
“Dinkie, if it is true, then dying is not so bad, because you’re not dead, you will live forever in your soul”. And so Map talked on and on about saying goodbye to all and everyone. First I thought that she was overdoing it and got scared of here talking constantly about dying.
One Friday afternoon she called again: “Dinkie, I am so afraid, I have to talk to you, do you have time?” I unfortunately didn’t have time because my granddaughter was with me and I had to take care of her. Then the most remarkable thing happened. She said: “that’s a pity, but always remember that I love you, never forget it”. I said: “I love you too and will call you first thing tomorrow”. “That’s not possible, I will be shopping with my daughter”. “Okay, then I’ll call you on Sunday”. “Fine, lots of love, till Sunday”. This was so not Map. I was pondering over it all Friday and Saturday. Then it was Sunday and I was going to call her. We were still in bed when at nine thirty the phone rang, it was her son. “I call to tell you that my mother died Saturday morning”. Oh God, we were shocked and completely devastated. No one knew what had happened. Her daughter had found her laying next to her bed, she was supposed to go shopping with here mother, but when her mother did not come, she phoned her, got no answer and went to the house where she found her. For days I was very sad and blamed myself that I hadn’t called her on Friday evening. It took a long time before I could grasp it and from now on I more often tell the people I care for that I love them. That one sentence from her has helped me through, that was a gift. Map was 52 years old.
Dinkie
donderdag 31 maart 2011
Two Stories in Memory of Two Special Friends.
I was happy that Hennie became my friend even though she lived in a village further on.
On chilly winter days we often visited each other and had a coffee together. We both were fond of gardening and went quite often to rose growers and garden centers. We also followed a hobby course together, we tryed to make beautiful things like dols and theepots, painting them, many more things. She was much better because she had more patience than me, but doing things together made both our lives happier. Also we read the same books and talked about them extensively. Every time we cozily sat outside in her arbor drinking coffee or tea, she told me about her many travels to Brazil, South Africa, Tunisia, Norway, etc. One day she said: ”my husband wants to take me to Thailand”. “Oh lovely, Hennie”. “Yes Dinkie, but I don’t want to go. It’s not the first time that I don’t want to go and every time he starts talking about it again”. “But why Hennie, why don’t you want to go there?” “Dinkie, I don’t know. I am scared to death to go to that country”. We have talked about it for hours, but she still had nightmares about Thailand, she was so scared and she didn’t know why. In the beginning I thought it was strange, but at a certain moment we stopped talking about it, it made here always upset, because she herself did not understand. Five years, and many countries later, on December 23rd, I met her again at her daughter’s place. “Dinkie, you will never guess where I’m going on the 4th of January?” I didn’t guess of course. Thailand, she said, how do you like that. We have met a couple in Spain, who go there every year during the winter for two months and they asked us to come along. With them I dare to do it, it actually is nonsense that I shouldn’t. It is beautiful there and we are only going for one month. Of course, I’m still frightened, but I will try it any way, how about that. I said: ”Hennie, are you sure, you’ve been so frantic about it for so long, is this really what you want?” “Dinkie, it’s now or never. With the four of us I’ll dare to do it.” “Okay, dear Hennie, have a good trip, be careful and have lots of fun”. Hennie left and on January 7 her daughter called me in the morning and in tears she told me that here dear mother had died in Thailand. I cried and screamed how is this possible, than she told me that after dinner the evening before she was not feeling well. The next morning she still felt terrible she had to vomit and felt sick, here husband wanted to call a doctor, but as he was being busy doing that, his wife got worse and before his astounded eyes, his wife died, she had been ill only for some hours. No one knew what caused her death. Her husband didn’t want an autopsy to be conducted in Thailand, he wanted to come home as soon as possible, he was completly in shock. And so Hennie came home in a lead coffin and there I saw the lovely woman Henny again, who had been so afraid to go to Thailand. My heart was crying for here, all this time she had somehow known that she should not go there. We said goodbye to her in our community center. Hennie was only 52 years old, much too young. I lost a dear friend, she was too young to die. 9 of january I recieved a postcard from here:" Dinkie I am here and everything is oke, beautiful hotel and beautiful wether, all is wel, see you in Holland again.
Dinkie
On chilly winter days we often visited each other and had a coffee together. We both were fond of gardening and went quite often to rose growers and garden centers. We also followed a hobby course together, we tryed to make beautiful things like dols and theepots, painting them, many more things. She was much better because she had more patience than me, but doing things together made both our lives happier. Also we read the same books and talked about them extensively. Every time we cozily sat outside in her arbor drinking coffee or tea, she told me about her many travels to Brazil, South Africa, Tunisia, Norway, etc. One day she said: ”my husband wants to take me to Thailand”. “Oh lovely, Hennie”. “Yes Dinkie, but I don’t want to go. It’s not the first time that I don’t want to go and every time he starts talking about it again”. “But why Hennie, why don’t you want to go there?” “Dinkie, I don’t know. I am scared to death to go to that country”. We have talked about it for hours, but she still had nightmares about Thailand, she was so scared and she didn’t know why. In the beginning I thought it was strange, but at a certain moment we stopped talking about it, it made here always upset, because she herself did not understand. Five years, and many countries later, on December 23rd, I met her again at her daughter’s place. “Dinkie, you will never guess where I’m going on the 4th of January?” I didn’t guess of course. Thailand, she said, how do you like that. We have met a couple in Spain, who go there every year during the winter for two months and they asked us to come along. With them I dare to do it, it actually is nonsense that I shouldn’t. It is beautiful there and we are only going for one month. Of course, I’m still frightened, but I will try it any way, how about that. I said: ”Hennie, are you sure, you’ve been so frantic about it for so long, is this really what you want?” “Dinkie, it’s now or never. With the four of us I’ll dare to do it.” “Okay, dear Hennie, have a good trip, be careful and have lots of fun”. Hennie left and on January 7 her daughter called me in the morning and in tears she told me that here dear mother had died in Thailand. I cried and screamed how is this possible, than she told me that after dinner the evening before she was not feeling well. The next morning she still felt terrible she had to vomit and felt sick, here husband wanted to call a doctor, but as he was being busy doing that, his wife got worse and before his astounded eyes, his wife died, she had been ill only for some hours. No one knew what caused her death. Her husband didn’t want an autopsy to be conducted in Thailand, he wanted to come home as soon as possible, he was completly in shock. And so Hennie came home in a lead coffin and there I saw the lovely woman Henny again, who had been so afraid to go to Thailand. My heart was crying for here, all this time she had somehow known that she should not go there. We said goodbye to her in our community center. Hennie was only 52 years old, much too young. I lost a dear friend, she was too young to die. 9 of january I recieved a postcard from here:" Dinkie I am here and everything is oke, beautiful hotel and beautiful wether, all is wel, see you in Holland again.
Dinkie
maandag 14 maart 2011
Elementary School in Wassenaar.
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL IN HOLLAND IN WASSENAAR
There, shy and slowly she went to a regular school, for the first time, in the 5th grade in September 1947. After being in Japanese concentration camps for 4 years without education, now 12 years old in beautiful Wassenaar. Skinny, yellow and with rotting front teeth, she didn’t dare to smile or talk head up, because then only six black stumps would laugh at you. There in that big classroom, she was also aware of the huge gap in education she had.
In this solidly formed community, she was an attraction. She was bullied a lot and not accepted. For days she walked, all on her own during the breaks, looking here and there what the others were doing and was completely ignored. Heartbroken and alone she went home, where she worked very hard to catch up on the learning deficit. Even in the summer she was busy, writing many chapters about the Netherlands so the information was ingrained in her head. Then she would sell the written chapters for some money to children, who had to copy these chapters about the provinces when they were punished for something they did wrong in the classroom.
During this period at school, she also went to Utrecht for a big operation on her teeth. This operation took place in a gallery room, where also a large group of dental students were sitting to watch the operation on her teeth and listening to the professor, who did his utmost to clean the roots and even the inside of the nostrils. In the midst of it all she fainted and some students took very nice care of her caressing her. After 1½ hours they were finally finished and she could leave with a lot of stitches above her teeth. The students applauded and dying from the pain, she went to her grandmother, who lived in Utrecht. Her grandmother put her to bed with a couple of aspirins. On these cleaned roots, small silver and sharp teeth were made, upon which later six beautiful white teeth would be placed. With those scary silver teeth she could play in a horror movie. The harassment at school became twice as bad. Going to school became a torture.
The only thing that comforted her was that her teacher was totally committed to help her as much as he could and it worked.
One day, again walking alone at the playground, watching those cheerful, playing and laughing children, she stopped by a group of girls of the sixth grade, who were rope jumping. Tineke, the most popular girl in school and the favorite of the headmaster, with curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, very bold with a beautiful singing voice, came to her suddenly and said in a loud and clear voice to the group: “As of now on she will also join us”. And so it happened. From that day on I was completely accepted by the group and than a great period of happines and joy at school started.
I could have never imagined, that her first daughter would one day become my daughter in law, she would marry my oldest son Walter, who gave us two grandchildren who we thoroughly enjoyed. I still see her on their birthdays and have always stayed in touch with her for all these years. This Tineke is now also an elderly lady, still with a strong will, real tough and as far as I know also “old and cheerful”.
Dinkie
There, shy and slowly she went to a regular school, for the first time, in the 5th grade in September 1947. After being in Japanese concentration camps for 4 years without education, now 12 years old in beautiful Wassenaar. Skinny, yellow and with rotting front teeth, she didn’t dare to smile or talk head up, because then only six black stumps would laugh at you. There in that big classroom, she was also aware of the huge gap in education she had.
In this solidly formed community, she was an attraction. She was bullied a lot and not accepted. For days she walked, all on her own during the breaks, looking here and there what the others were doing and was completely ignored. Heartbroken and alone she went home, where she worked very hard to catch up on the learning deficit. Even in the summer she was busy, writing many chapters about the Netherlands so the information was ingrained in her head. Then she would sell the written chapters for some money to children, who had to copy these chapters about the provinces when they were punished for something they did wrong in the classroom.
During this period at school, she also went to Utrecht for a big operation on her teeth. This operation took place in a gallery room, where also a large group of dental students were sitting to watch the operation on her teeth and listening to the professor, who did his utmost to clean the roots and even the inside of the nostrils. In the midst of it all she fainted and some students took very nice care of her caressing her. After 1½ hours they were finally finished and she could leave with a lot of stitches above her teeth. The students applauded and dying from the pain, she went to her grandmother, who lived in Utrecht. Her grandmother put her to bed with a couple of aspirins. On these cleaned roots, small silver and sharp teeth were made, upon which later six beautiful white teeth would be placed. With those scary silver teeth she could play in a horror movie. The harassment at school became twice as bad. Going to school became a torture.
The only thing that comforted her was that her teacher was totally committed to help her as much as he could and it worked.
One day, again walking alone at the playground, watching those cheerful, playing and laughing children, she stopped by a group of girls of the sixth grade, who were rope jumping. Tineke, the most popular girl in school and the favorite of the headmaster, with curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, very bold with a beautiful singing voice, came to her suddenly and said in a loud and clear voice to the group: “As of now on she will also join us”. And so it happened. From that day on I was completely accepted by the group and than a great period of happines and joy at school started.
I could have never imagined, that her first daughter would one day become my daughter in law, she would marry my oldest son Walter, who gave us two grandchildren who we thoroughly enjoyed. I still see her on their birthdays and have always stayed in touch with her for all these years. This Tineke is now also an elderly lady, still with a strong will, real tough and as far as I know also “old and cheerful”.
Dinkie
A Miraculous Event
THE FIRST SON
A MIRACULOUS EVENT
Together we walked through the night. And shining brightly the moon perfected her job. She spoke softly: “I am pregnant and just only engaged”. Jokko turned faded: “Dinkie, what will happen now, we still have three months to go at school and our final exams”. “Dear friend , I wouldn’t know”. In 1955 this was a disgrace, a huge disgrace, even when you were officially engaged. How do you tell your parents, who lived according their rules of class, rank and good education. The future father was safely at sea, far away. Jokko stayed with me and we talked in a whisper well into the night, putting together a scenario.
One loving moment, the first time,ending with this result. After Jokko left for Leiden, I waited until my grandmother, who was staying with us for the weekend, had arrived. Deep in my heart I didn’t think it was a problem, it was a miracle that took place. Then it was Saturday. Nervously, during happy hour, I blurted out the news. A bombshell hadn’t possibly given a worse reaction. My parents were furious, it was so bad, that my mother even used physical violence.
It became so bad, that I fled, not forgetting to take some money with me. By bus I went to my best friend Ginette, sobbing all the way. Her father, who was also at home said: “Dear child, you can stay with us for as long as you need to”. In their beautiful villa in Wassenaar, was enough space. Angela, her mother, said: ”you can even have the baby here, no problem”. I then cried from happiness and relief. I thought I had to sleep under a bridge without food, drink and money.
As I have been staying over there lots of time, I adjusted myself easily to their routine. Finally, after three days my mother called and told Angela that she wanted me to come home, promising that they would discuss the matter with me in peace. At home all was quiet and everything was arranged. I had to go back to college and prepare for the final exams. As soon as the father of my baby would be home again, we had to marry straight away. Everything was all planned with his parents as wel. So my little embryo went to school with me, which gave much hilarity, and also took part in the exams and passed it with me with flying colours.
Then after tree months the father was home and we got married, it was a beautiful wedding with hundreds of guests in the magnificent Townhall in Wassenaar. Afterwards we had a big party in our garden and my parents were very satisfied then. And so after nine months, the first miracle came into my life, my son. I was just overly nervous about the sudden total responsibility for such a small, helpless and dependent creature, day and night. That pressure was enormous, gigantic, but also very nice. And now on my 74th year it became a lifestyle.
Dinkie
A MIRACULOUS EVENT
Together we walked through the night. And shining brightly the moon perfected her job. She spoke softly: “I am pregnant and just only engaged”. Jokko turned faded: “Dinkie, what will happen now, we still have three months to go at school and our final exams”. “Dear friend , I wouldn’t know”. In 1955 this was a disgrace, a huge disgrace, even when you were officially engaged. How do you tell your parents, who lived according their rules of class, rank and good education. The future father was safely at sea, far away. Jokko stayed with me and we talked in a whisper well into the night, putting together a scenario.
One loving moment, the first time,ending with this result. After Jokko left for Leiden, I waited until my grandmother, who was staying with us for the weekend, had arrived. Deep in my heart I didn’t think it was a problem, it was a miracle that took place. Then it was Saturday. Nervously, during happy hour, I blurted out the news. A bombshell hadn’t possibly given a worse reaction. My parents were furious, it was so bad, that my mother even used physical violence.
It became so bad, that I fled, not forgetting to take some money with me. By bus I went to my best friend Ginette, sobbing all the way. Her father, who was also at home said: “Dear child, you can stay with us for as long as you need to”. In their beautiful villa in Wassenaar, was enough space. Angela, her mother, said: ”you can even have the baby here, no problem”. I then cried from happiness and relief. I thought I had to sleep under a bridge without food, drink and money.
As I have been staying over there lots of time, I adjusted myself easily to their routine. Finally, after three days my mother called and told Angela that she wanted me to come home, promising that they would discuss the matter with me in peace. At home all was quiet and everything was arranged. I had to go back to college and prepare for the final exams. As soon as the father of my baby would be home again, we had to marry straight away. Everything was all planned with his parents as wel. So my little embryo went to school with me, which gave much hilarity, and also took part in the exams and passed it with me with flying colours.
Then after tree months the father was home and we got married, it was a beautiful wedding with hundreds of guests in the magnificent Townhall in Wassenaar. Afterwards we had a big party in our garden and my parents were very satisfied then. And so after nine months, the first miracle came into my life, my son. I was just overly nervous about the sudden total responsibility for such a small, helpless and dependent creature, day and night. That pressure was enormous, gigantic, but also very nice. And now on my 74th year it became a lifestyle.
Dinkie
zaterdag 26 februari 2011
Living On An Earth Radius.
LIVING ON AN EARTH RADIUS
The house of my youngest son is called the “vijf senses”, which I think is a beautiful name. The house was built around 1885 and in that time it used to be a farm. It is big and has at least been rebuilt ten times. Here and there you still will find something very old.
Our house was also built in 1884 or earlier. It consisted of a house and a shop where meat was sold. Now it is also completely rebuilt. An old house will always give you work to do, it never ends, but it has an atmosphere that you will find nowhere, it feels like a warm blanket around you.
A fortune teller came to visit us here and she felt that there was a great earth radius running through the house and she told us: you should never leave. We had also noticed that since we lived here, we hardly had any problems, everything just runs smoothly and the problems we encountererd were dissolved great.
It is also curious that everything that was planted in the garden is growing incredibly. We have a willow, which has become very big, it is just scary. It is 25 years old now. A bit further in the street were also two willows planted in 1953 but the trunk of these trees are much thinner than ours. The growth here is almost impossible to stop, everything here grows fast and tall. The funny thing is that everyone coming here always say that we live in a small paradise. There hasn’t been anyone not saying it and now we even wait and expect people to say it and usely it happens.
Once I met two older American women, whom I had helped in Zierikzee, they could not find their hotel anymore, they were lost and I invited them to visit me, because I really liked them and they seemed a bit lonely. When they came in the house the first thing they said, its like a little paradise, I said it is an old house with many wrong things.
Now that we have plans to move in the future and this place will be up for sale, we want to live in Drente or elswhere, but where and how will we ever find another house with such a good earth radius which brings us so much luck. We have to be looking at the height of the trees and have to get a warm feeling, meaning it feels good, what else can we do and will we ever find it??????.
Let’s hope that we will be able to find such a place again. We will do our utmost best,if we will find it remains to be seen. I sincerely hope that we will succeed.
Dinkie.
The house of my youngest son is called the “vijf senses”, which I think is a beautiful name. The house was built around 1885 and in that time it used to be a farm. It is big and has at least been rebuilt ten times. Here and there you still will find something very old.
Our house was also built in 1884 or earlier. It consisted of a house and a shop where meat was sold. Now it is also completely rebuilt. An old house will always give you work to do, it never ends, but it has an atmosphere that you will find nowhere, it feels like a warm blanket around you.
A fortune teller came to visit us here and she felt that there was a great earth radius running through the house and she told us: you should never leave. We had also noticed that since we lived here, we hardly had any problems, everything just runs smoothly and the problems we encountererd were dissolved great.
It is also curious that everything that was planted in the garden is growing incredibly. We have a willow, which has become very big, it is just scary. It is 25 years old now. A bit further in the street were also two willows planted in 1953 but the trunk of these trees are much thinner than ours. The growth here is almost impossible to stop, everything here grows fast and tall. The funny thing is that everyone coming here always say that we live in a small paradise. There hasn’t been anyone not saying it and now we even wait and expect people to say it and usely it happens.
Once I met two older American women, whom I had helped in Zierikzee, they could not find their hotel anymore, they were lost and I invited them to visit me, because I really liked them and they seemed a bit lonely. When they came in the house the first thing they said, its like a little paradise, I said it is an old house with many wrong things.
Now that we have plans to move in the future and this place will be up for sale, we want to live in Drente or elswhere, but where and how will we ever find another house with such a good earth radius which brings us so much luck. We have to be looking at the height of the trees and have to get a warm feeling, meaning it feels good, what else can we do and will we ever find it??????.
Let’s hope that we will be able to find such a place again. We will do our utmost best,if we will find it remains to be seen. I sincerely hope that we will succeed.
Dinkie.
Continuation Aunt Truus.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
CONTINUATION AUNT TRUUS
Together with Noor and Marijke I went to all family birthdays and also to see the mother of aunt Truus, who lived above their big toy shop the “The City Parijs”. We were allowed to play in the warehouse, but we had to be careful. There I also met the other members of the Looman family, all uncles, aunts and their children. Also we often went cycling and picknicking on the “Leusderheide”, where I was drinking and eating and looking at my dearest new aunt and uncle, who were very nice to each other. Thus a lovely summer and wonderful winter passed, it was one of the most carefree and happy times I have known as a child.
Bernadette was born and later Jacinta and I was part of it all, I completely belonged. Then suddenly it was over, my father got a new working area: The Hague, Wassenaar, Rijswijk, Voorburg, Voorschoten and Leidschendam and we had to leave Amersfoort. First for half a year he went alone to The Hague and when he found us an house we had to come over. After 1½ years, I had to go away from my new family, leaving behind all those wonderful days with those lovely children, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cozy summer with ice creams, picknicks, warmth, cordiality and lots of love from everyone. I was intensely sad and for many years I stayed with them every summer. I went as often as it could, because I was dependent on others and with school and studies, it sometimes was a bit difficult. Meanwhile, Pia and then Michiel were born. They had six children and still, she made everything so nice, very clever I thought.
After I was married we lived one year in De Bilt and at that time I have been visiting her many times, as the Bilt was close to Amersfoort, again having a wonderful time with her.
Then I moved to Nieuwkoop and it became more difficult to go away with 3 children and no transportation. She remained though the woman whose example I always followed. My shining example and once I felt that her image was no longer burned into my soul with all its warmth and love, I went to look her up and sooked up again the warmth and love that she gave so freely to me. I wanted to try to be like her as a wife and a mother. Later, together with Willem, we have visited her as much as we could and saw how she, an inner and outer beautiful woman, became a very loving grandmother, even though she had a lot of grief, but she accepted all her sorrow and personal terrible sickness and trouble in her own lovely way. Never a complaint. For hours we talked about life and everything. Never in my life have I met such a wonderful person who gave me so much freely of her own time as my aunt Truus. She unfortunately died at the age of 83 and there at her funeral I stood at the same cemetery in the same Bergstraat opposite the house where I first so many years ago met her and now I had to say goodbye to her for good. The circle of our life together was around in the same Bergstraat.
She never dropped me, she has never given me the feeling that I didn’t belong, she has never disappointed me. I was always amazed by the warm way she took me in her arms and later also Willem. She has touched me deep in my soul and given me the warmth that I had so longed for, my aunt Truus.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
AUNT TRUUS
After our arrival in Holland, read also the reunion with my father, we came to live in the Bergstraat in Amersfoort in a double upstairs apartment opposite the cemetery. Every night I looked at it from my bed in the little room above the front door. For the first time the family was together again. My brother and I loved it, we hadn’t seen each other also for while. Once a week we went to the baths on Sunday morning to take a shower with boiling hot water and to wash our hair, clean and warm we came home again for lunch. After a couple of weeks my father unfortunately had to go to Dordrecht alone for a freshing up course in his trade with his old company. At home it became quieter again and with a strict mother, you couldn’t do very much.
One day the doorbell rang and I opened the door and a very sweet voice said, you must be Dinkie. Yes, I said. I am here to bring your mother something and I am aunt Truus. A very warm feeling come over me, there stood the loveliest, sweetest person I have ever met, who with all her warmth came to me. I was speechless. She had brought a box with her with a pink dinner service. We thought it was wonderful. She was the wife of my father’s colleague in Amersfoort and through the company she had heard everything about us and came as soon as she could with all her love and generosity to see whether she could do something for us. My mother offered her tea and said that she was very glad with the dinner service but that everything was allright and that we had all we needed. After tea my dearest new aunt Truus said, maybe Dinkie would like to come and play at our place with Marijke and Noortje, she will be most welcome. So I will see you this afternoon, that is agreed then and there she went. My heart was in my throat from joy and nothing could keep me from going, the appointment was already made, so even my mother couldn’t stop me. In the afternoon I went there, full of expectation. Finally, I found the Paulus Buyslaan and stood in front of the most adorable house you can imagine with a thatched roof. The door was opened and there I was once and for all taken in by that loving warm family. From that time I was there almost every day playing with Marijke and Noortje and enjoyed it very much. They were very dear sisters to me. My heart longed for this cozy, gay and warm family. There also was uncle Gerard, the father of the family a very kind man, who liked playing the violin and when he did, we all sang along.
There also was Juffie, who helped aunt Truus running the house. I will never forget the big table where we all sat and had dinner and where before dinner a prayer was always said by one of the children. Marijke especially was very good at it. Noortje sometimes forgot something.
Will be continued.
Dinkie
CONTINUATION AUNT TRUUS
Together with Noor and Marijke I went to all family birthdays and also to see the mother of aunt Truus, who lived above their big toy shop the “The City Parijs”. We were allowed to play in the warehouse, but we had to be careful. There I also met the other members of the Looman family, all uncles, aunts and their children. Also we often went cycling and picknicking on the “Leusderheide”, where I was drinking and eating and looking at my dearest new aunt and uncle, who were very nice to each other. Thus a lovely summer and wonderful winter passed, it was one of the most carefree and happy times I have known as a child.
Bernadette was born and later Jacinta and I was part of it all, I completely belonged. Then suddenly it was over, my father got a new working area: The Hague, Wassenaar, Rijswijk, Voorburg, Voorschoten and Leidschendam and we had to leave Amersfoort. First for half a year he went alone to The Hague and when he found us an house we had to come over. After 1½ years, I had to go away from my new family, leaving behind all those wonderful days with those lovely children, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cozy summer with ice creams, picknicks, warmth, cordiality and lots of love from everyone. I was intensely sad and for many years I stayed with them every summer. I went as often as it could, because I was dependent on others and with school and studies, it sometimes was a bit difficult. Meanwhile, Pia and then Michiel were born. They had six children and still, she made everything so nice, very clever I thought.
After I was married we lived one year in De Bilt and at that time I have been visiting her many times, as the Bilt was close to Amersfoort, again having a wonderful time with her.
Then I moved to Nieuwkoop and it became more difficult to go away with 3 children and no transportation. She remained though the woman whose example I always followed. My shining example and once I felt that her image was no longer burned into my soul with all its warmth and love, I went to look her up and sooked up again the warmth and love that she gave so freely to me. I wanted to try to be like her as a wife and a mother. Later, together with Willem, we have visited her as much as we could and saw how she, an inner and outer beautiful woman, became a very loving grandmother, even though she had a lot of grief, but she accepted all her sorrow and personal terrible sickness and trouble in her own lovely way. Never a complaint. For hours we talked about life and everything. Never in my life have I met such a wonderful person who gave me so much freely of her own time as my aunt Truus. She unfortunately died at the age of 83 and there at her funeral I stood at the same cemetery in the same Bergstraat opposite the house where I first so many years ago met her and now I had to say goodbye to her for good. The circle of our life together was around in the same Bergstraat.
She never dropped me, she has never given me the feeling that I didn’t belong, she has never disappointed me. I was always amazed by the warm way she took me in her arms and later also Willem. She has touched me deep in my soul and given me the warmth that I had so longed for, my aunt Truus.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
AUNT TRUUS
After our arrival in Holland, read also the reunion with my father, we came to live in the Bergstraat in Amersfoort in a double upstairs apartment opposite the cemetery. Every night I looked at it from my bed in the little room above the front door. For the first time the family was together again. My brother and I loved it, we hadn’t seen each other also for while. Once a week we went to the baths on Sunday morning to take a shower with boiling hot water and to wash our hair, clean and warm we came home again for lunch. After a couple of weeks my father unfortunately had to go to Dordrecht alone for a freshing up course in his trade with his old company. At home it became quieter again and with a strict mother, you couldn’t do very much.
One day the doorbell rang and I opened the door and a very sweet voice said, you must be Dinkie. Yes, I said. I am here to bring your mother something and I am aunt Truus. A very warm feeling come over me, there stood the loveliest, sweetest person I have ever met, who with all her warmth came to me. I was speechless. She had brought a box with her with a pink dinner service. We thought it was wonderful. She was the wife of my father’s colleague in Amersfoort and through the company she had heard everything about us and came as soon as she could with all her love and generosity to see whether she could do something for us. My mother offered her tea and said that she was very glad with the dinner service but that everything was allright and that we had all we needed. After tea my dearest new aunt Truus said, maybe Dinkie would like to come and play at our place with Marijke and Noortje, she will be most welcome. So I will see you this afternoon, that is agreed then and there she went. My heart was in my throat from joy and nothing could keep me from going, the appointment was already made, so even my mother couldn’t stop me. In the afternoon I went there, full of expectation. Finally, I found the Paulus Buyslaan and stood in front of the most adorable house you can imagine with a thatched roof. The door was opened and there I was once and for all taken in by that loving warm family. From that time I was there almost every day playing with Marijke and Noortje and enjoyed it very much. They were very dear sisters to me. My heart longed for this cozy, gay and warm family. There also was uncle Gerard, the father of the family a very kind man, who liked playing the violin and when he did, we all sang along.
There also was Juffie, who helped aunt Truus running the house. I will never forget the big table where we all sat and had dinner and where before dinner a prayer was always said by one of the children. Marijke especially was very good at it. Noortje sometimes forgot something.
Will be continued.
Dinkie
My Dear Aunt Truus
AUNT TRUUS
After our arrival in Holland, read also the reunion with my father, we came to live in the Bergstraat in Amersfoort in a double upstairs apartment opposite the cemetery. Every night I looked at it from my bed in the little room above the front door. For the first time the family was together again. My brother and I loved it, we hadn’t seen each other for a very long time. Once a week we went to the bathhouse on Sunday morning to take a shower with boiling hot water and to wash our hair, clean and warm we came with my father together home again for lunch. It was like paradise, we were having a family again and a house, we were belonging to someone and we mattered again. My brother and I were both very happy. After a couple of weeks my father, unfortunately, had to go to Dordrecht alone for a freshing up course in his trade with his old company. At home it became quieter again and with a strict mother, you couldn’t do very much.
One day the doorbell rang and I opened the door and a very sweet voice said, you must be Dinkie. Yes, I said. I am here to bring your mother something and I am aunt Truus. A very warm feeling come over me, there at the foot of the stairs stood the loveliest, sweetest person I have ever met, who with all her warmth came to me. I was speechless. She had brought a box with her with a pink dinner service. We thought it was wonderful. She was the wife of my father’s colleague in Amersfoort and through the company she had heard everything about us and came as soon as she could with all her love and generosity to see whether she could do something for us. My mother offered her tea and said that she was very glad with the dinner service but that everything was allright and that we had all we needed. After tea my dearest new aunt Truus said, maybe Dinkie would like to come and play at our place with Marijke and Noortje, she will be most welcome. So I will see you this afternoon, that is agreed then and before my mother could say one word, she went. My heart was in my throat from joy and nothing could keep me from going, the appointment was already made, so even my mother couldn’t stop me. In the afternoon I went there, full of expectations. Finally, I found the Paulus Buyslaan and stood in front of the most adorable house you can imagine with a thatched roof. The door was opened and there I was once and for all taken in by that loving warm family. From that time on I was there almost every day playing with Marijke and Noortje and enjoying it very much. They were very dear sisters to me. My heart longed for this cozy, gay and warm family. There also was uncle Gerard, the father of the family a very kind man, who liked playing the violin and when he did, we all sang along.
There also was Juffie, who helped aunt Truus running the house. I will never forget the big table where we all sat and had dinner and where before dinner a prayer was always said by one of the children. Marijke especially was very good at it. Noortje sometimes forgot something.
Will be continued.
Dinkie
After our arrival in Holland, read also the reunion with my father, we came to live in the Bergstraat in Amersfoort in a double upstairs apartment opposite the cemetery. Every night I looked at it from my bed in the little room above the front door. For the first time the family was together again. My brother and I loved it, we hadn’t seen each other for a very long time. Once a week we went to the bathhouse on Sunday morning to take a shower with boiling hot water and to wash our hair, clean and warm we came with my father together home again for lunch. It was like paradise, we were having a family again and a house, we were belonging to someone and we mattered again. My brother and I were both very happy. After a couple of weeks my father, unfortunately, had to go to Dordrecht alone for a freshing up course in his trade with his old company. At home it became quieter again and with a strict mother, you couldn’t do very much.
One day the doorbell rang and I opened the door and a very sweet voice said, you must be Dinkie. Yes, I said. I am here to bring your mother something and I am aunt Truus. A very warm feeling come over me, there at the foot of the stairs stood the loveliest, sweetest person I have ever met, who with all her warmth came to me. I was speechless. She had brought a box with her with a pink dinner service. We thought it was wonderful. She was the wife of my father’s colleague in Amersfoort and through the company she had heard everything about us and came as soon as she could with all her love and generosity to see whether she could do something for us. My mother offered her tea and said that she was very glad with the dinner service but that everything was allright and that we had all we needed. After tea my dearest new aunt Truus said, maybe Dinkie would like to come and play at our place with Marijke and Noortje, she will be most welcome. So I will see you this afternoon, that is agreed then and before my mother could say one word, she went. My heart was in my throat from joy and nothing could keep me from going, the appointment was already made, so even my mother couldn’t stop me. In the afternoon I went there, full of expectations. Finally, I found the Paulus Buyslaan and stood in front of the most adorable house you can imagine with a thatched roof. The door was opened and there I was once and for all taken in by that loving warm family. From that time on I was there almost every day playing with Marijke and Noortje and enjoying it very much. They were very dear sisters to me. My heart longed for this cozy, gay and warm family. There also was uncle Gerard, the father of the family a very kind man, who liked playing the violin and when he did, we all sang along.
There also was Juffie, who helped aunt Truus running the house. I will never forget the big table where we all sat and had dinner and where before dinner a prayer was always said by one of the children. Marijke especially was very good at it. Noortje sometimes forgot something.
Will be continued.
Dinkie
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