Tag: Winschoten
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Vennekerk 2023
Read More: Vennekerk 2023This 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.
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Vennekerk 2023
Read More: Vennekerk 2023Dit is het verhaal van onze van der Laan reüniedienst, de zomer van 2023, in de Vennekerk, de kerk waar mijn ouders volwassen werden.
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Another Good Friday
Read More: Another Good FridayHerman 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.
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Nog een Goede Vrijdag
Read More: Nog een Goede VrijdagHerman de Jong’s prozaverhaal “Een Goede Vrijdag” is me bijgebleven zolang hij er niet meer is – eenentwintig jaar nu. Ik wou dat ik het eerder had geweten, net zoals ik wou dat ik er met hem over had kunnen praten.
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Emigration
Read More: EmigrationIn 1892 their neighbour (and cousin) Arend Hassing and his wife had an auction and sold everything they had. With their five children they emigrated to Kalamazoo Michigan USA, on February 15, 1893. He became a celery farmer there. Later, the Hassing’s would write letters about their life in Kalamazoo and so, Berend (Ben) decided…
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Stuits in Woldendorp
Read More: Stuits in WoldendorpThese next three pages are taken from the descriptions written by Henk Bousema in the Stuit Book, relying on the help of his uncle Berend Beekhuis for research and information. Woldendorp lies in the province of Groningen, in an area that is called Oldambt. The distance to the nearest town Winschoten is a four hour…
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Organ Playing
Read More: Organ PlayingI have no recollection that I played much with my siblings, Kees, Truus and Sense. I imagine they had their own friends as I had mine. Of course, they were 5 and 4 years older. All of us had organ lessons, but I was the only one who took lessons for over one year. My…
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Incidents
Read More: IncidentsMy nickname was ‘Jeude’ (Jew). My brother Kees was called by that name because he had black hair, and when he finished elementary school, that nickname was loaded on me. One Saturday morning I was walking downtown, close to our church. Onno Bolhuis passed by on his bike and waved at me. “Ah, die Jeude!”…
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Kindergarten
Read More: KindergartenBut to kindergarten I went. In wintertime much too heavily dressed. I walked all by myself about 1 1/2 km. on a, for that time, quite heavily travelled road along the canal. I was to walk on the less busy road on the other side of the canal, but since I had to walk all…