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July 4, 2025

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Harm & Dina: March 21, 1934
Justin & Laura: July 5, 2025

Account of the 1934 wedding day of
Harm & Dina van der Laan,
great-grandparents of Laura

July 4, 2025
Dina ~ Harm : Laura ~ Justin
by Harm van der Laan

On the occasion of Justin & Laura’s wedding, July 5, 2025, we remember Harm & Dina’s marriage 91 years ago.

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by Herman de Jong

June 27, 2025
Fund Raising
by Herman de Jong

we always gave . . . ach, ja . . .to so many good Christian causes. On New Year’s Day he’d get the shoebox and dump it all on the table . . . all the good Christian causes.

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Dirk Bult
by Herman de Jong

Once in Canada, Dirk Bult quickly climbed the social, church and Christian associations ladders. In all areas, he rose far above the average immigrant. His well-founded opinions were valued on the boards of Christian organizations. At church meetings, he tested the church council against the principles of the Reformed world view.

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June 13, 2025
A Royal Child
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I brought the conversation to the town gardens where I had first met her father and which we had both enjoyed for so long. But now, Jan Koning was finished.

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June 6, 2025
The Battery
by Herman de Jong

My son said bluntly, Can’t you do that yourself? (a teensy-weensy bit belligerent, second generation trademark.)

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May 30, 2025
Mr. Joosse – 1955
by Herman de Jong

he was a stalwart man fierce eyes under bushy brows. here a foot there a foot as if the zeeland clay still stuck to his wooden clogs

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by Ordinary and Extraordinary People

May 2, 2025
World War II
by Harry van der Laan

On the eightieth anniversary of the Liberation of the Netherlands, Harry van der Laan looks back with the eyes of a child.

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Second World War: 1939-1945
by Cornelis de Jong

In September 1939 the second World War started. I remember that many people were recruited for the army, the number of unemployed started to decline sharply and the economy picked up so at first we didn’t worry much about the war. We were confident that Holland could stay out of the war. I remember there […]

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Recent Posts

by Henry J. de Jong

Vennekerk 2023 (4/25/2025) This is the story of our van der Laan reunion worship service, the summer of 2023, in the now abandoned Vennekerk, the church where my parents came of age.
Another Good Friday (4/18/2025) Herman de Jong’s prose story of “A Good Friday” has been with me for as long as he’s been gone — twenty-one years now. I wish I had known it before then, just as I wish I could have talked to him about it.
Welcome to Middledom (2/25/2025) I’ve committed to buckling down for a while to translate and reissue the collected works of Herman de Jong in an accessible format and adding in what family histories I have.
I am Indigenous (6/16/2024) The parallels between indigenous peoples, like those from Canada or northern Holland, are significant.
City on a Hill (4/11/2024) I can never relive the experience of Amiens Cathedral, even after all the time I spent in its cavernous space that summer of 2023.
Full Circle (4/28/2023) My father had no idea of his Reformed lineage; that his granddaughter would become a pastor and that he had generations of ‘dominees’ in his family.
Young and Old Alike (8/10/2020) It was 50 years ago this month that the Institute for Christian Studies (ICS) held its first Family Conference in Niagara, Ontario, on the August long weekend.
The Nature of Things (1/23/2017) The photographs in this exhibition of objects from my mother’s home are equally happy accidents, revealing the nature of things
Terschelling – A Place in the Heart (7/27/2010) Perhaps my father was lucky. There is a place in the world that he called his own. It’s a wonderful place that he could visit and remember and which never lost its essence throughout his own variegated life. That place is Terschelling

Poems and Prose

by Herman de Jong

Sunday Morning

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

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November

The road between Orangeville and Listowel
stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured

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