- Original Dutch Stories
- ~ The Flying Priest
- ~ The Mill Knife
- ~ And the Farmer Ploughs On
- ~ A Royal Child
- ~ Adventure at Night
- ~ Dirk Bult
- ~ James de Bree
- ~ Little Brother from Scheveningen
- ~ A Thorn in the Flesh
- ~ Klaas Pot
- ~ Bertus
- ~ The Little Elephant
- ~ From Generation to Generation
- ~ Reflections of a Grocer
- ~ Have Mercy on Us
- ~ About Cats and Dogs
- ~ Can’t We Have Some Fun?
- ~ Blackberries
- ~ Cupido
- ~ The Sign Cap
- ~ The Weather Turns
- ~ Joop
- ~ Troubles
- ~ On Holiday
- ~ A Nice Sunday Afternoon
- ~ How it Turned Out
- ~ The Raisin Bun
Category: Stories
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~ The Raisin Bun
Read More: ~ The Raisin BunMy wife and I are well matched. We are both getting into our sixties and live in a prosperous city in Canada…at least one with a Dutch shop. I was born Jan Jansen and my spouse is called Tiny here, but was born Jantina Klazina.
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~ On Holiday
Read More: ~ On HolidayOn a beautiful spring evening, the four of us sat behind coffee. Gradus and I are rather taciturn, so we just listened to the women. Emma doesn’t say much either, so we listened most to Liesbet.
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~ How it Turned Out
Read More: ~ How it Turned OutTo my great surprise, I was sent the booklet “Opa Dekker in Canada” six months after my stay in Canada. Whether I would please read it for a while and then give my permission to have the booklet printed. Well, that was fine by me!
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~ A Nice Sunday Afternoon
Read More: ~ A Nice Sunday AfternoonOnce upon a time, there were a boy and a girl. The boy was five and so was the girl. They were twins who looked nothing alike at all. The little boy, that was Klaas, had black hair like his father. The girl, Melissa, had blonde hair like her mother.
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~ Troubles
Read More: ~ TroublesOne Monday, Liesbet said to me: Wednesday evening we have to go to Jan and Marie’s, you know. Wednesday already, I cried. We had already talked about it once that summer, but I had never thought about it again.
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~ Joop
Read More: ~ JoopNo one was ever to notice that I had been in the barn. More corpses might not be buried there, but the people from the FBI Laboratory could still show up. That’s why I didn’t break the padlock with one of the tools for changing tires.
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~ The Weather Turns
Read More: ~ The Weather TurnsI would often go and play the organ in church now. I preferred that to studying. I wouldn’t pass the final exam anyway, even if I threw myself into my studies. Rehearsing four years of study material from unfamiliar textbooks was an impossibility
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~ The Sign Cap
Read More: ~ The Sign CapThe only joy I experienced during those long study evenings was looking forward to Saturday. The little farmhouse had become my actual home. The silence of the uninhabited world at the bottom of the dyke calmed my soul and the happy girl created a joy in me that lasted throughout the week.
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~ Cupido
Read More: ~ CupidoHe is alone. The embankment is enclosed in the morning mist and the sheep that loom up stand motionless, except for one lamb that mewls softly, diving under her mother’s fur to find her nipples.
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~ Blackberries
Read More: ~ BlackberriesOne day in late August, Liesbet and I, Arie, were taking a drive through the beautiful countryside of Drenthe. Our dog Jasper sat neatly in the back and looked out of the window monotonously. But when the ride got a bit too long, he started to whine softly. He just needs to get out, said…