We also worked a lot with seaweed. As far as I’m concerned, they could have closed off the Zuiderzee twenty years earlier, then we wouldn’t have had to work in that seaweed. But my parents must not have thought so, because that stuff brought them a lot of money. But what work had to be done for it. That seaweed grew on the bottom of the Zuiderzee and at certain times in summer, especially in rough weather, it would let go and drift everywhere, including to Terschelling.
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