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by Herman de Jong

sit still! how could i have sat still
when all the colours of the rainbow
quite unexpectedly began to
wiggle through the church?

The road between Orangeville and Listowel
stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
Memoirs
by Ordinary and Extraordinary People

As we were eating in the backroom the next day, Mom suddenly appeared and said “Dad is dying”. So we crept quietly into the front room, where he laid in his bed, gasping for air and not knowing what was happening around him.

January 1912. from Jan Stuit to H. Beekhuis. [writing from Kalamazoo, Michigan at age 17, less than a year after emigrating] Beloved brother and sister, We received the sad tiding of the death of your dear little daughter and our niece, Tietje Beekhuis. I was very shocked by this tiding, because I remembered the wonderful […]
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