April 25, 2025
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by Henry de Jong
and Sense de Jong

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.
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by Herman de Jong

Good Friday morning. I climbed
the spiraling, creaking stairs
to the organ loft,
young and inexperienced,
I needed to practice
for the evening service.

She is small and sturdy. He, tall and lean. Looking at him, you’d know that they are over-65s. They’ve been shopping here for years.

This story, by Herman de Jong, about a social visit and the troubles it deals with is full of humour and grace.

A 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.

On the edge of our bathtub is a little green elephant. It has stood there since the children were small. My wife keeps it there to hide the soap behind it.
Poems and Prose
by Herman de Jong

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

The road between Orangeville and Listowel
stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
Memoirs
by Ordinary and Extraordinary People

As we were eating in the backroom the next day, Mom suddenly appeared and said “Dad is dying”. So we crept quietly into the front room, where he laid in his bed, gasping for air and not knowing what was happening around him.

January 1912. from Jan Stuit to H. Beekhuis. [writing from Kalamazoo, Michigan at age 17, less than a year after emigrating] Beloved brother and sister, We received the sad tiding of the death of your dear little daughter and our niece, Tietje Beekhuis. I was very shocked by this tiding, because I remembered the wonderful […]