Tag: Terschelling
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The Pinery
Read More: The PineryWith this album I hope to convey the magic of open air living and daily sojourns sitting on the edge of our Huron sea, with hot sands underfoot and frolicsome water ahead, stretching away to eternity.
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Walk to the Light
Read More: Walk to the LightIn 1945, Truus was sixteen years old – the only real help in a household of boys. When infant sister Hennie got sick, she needed round the clock monitoring and Truus stayed up during the nights.
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My Father
Read More: My FatherTimes were different then. Workers at farms and factories did not earn much and there were few social services. In the depression era, farmers could barely keep their heads above water.
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Cupido
Read More: CupidoA tale of deconstruction: He is alone. The dyke is still wrapped in morning mist and the sheep that keep looming up are standing motionless, except for one pleading lamb
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James de Bree
Read More: James de BreeA Story by Herman de Jong about a McMaster university student finding peace and love on the island of Terschelling — his (and Herman’s) ancestral home.
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Down the Road
Read More: Down the RoadA survey of texts destined for residency in Middledom, including stories by Herman de Jong and memoirs by various family members.
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My Mother
Read More: My MotherMy mother, Wine Blokzyl, (short for Hebowina Jantina Klazina) was born and grew up in Ten Boer, in the province of Groningen. She spoke the Groninger dialect, while my father talked Terschellings, a Frisian dialect with remnants of the English language. In 1666 Terschelling was occupied by the English for a short time, and because…
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My Father
Read More: My FatherMy father, Hendrik de Jong, assisted my mother during my birth, something I have been excluded from doing when I became the father of seven children. Since I was the third baby in the de Jong family, my father was by now somewhat used to the hectic activities surrounding a home birth. I’m told that…
