BRAVE FACE

The inspiring WWII Memoir of a Dutch/German Child

Sunday Memories

When I was young, Sundays were celebrated as a day of rest. Stores were closed. You didn’t play outside with your friends. That part was boring. So boring. One went to church in the morning. You wore your Sunday best clothing. You took more time to look your...

My Mother

Late in August in 1907, my mother was born in Bottrop in Westphalen. She was the youngest of five sisters that I know of.  There were Anna, Ciska, Paula, Agnes and my mom Auguste.  The name suited her well.   There were also at least five brothers that I know of.  I...

The End of Frits’ Life

On October 18, 2017 at 5:17 in the morning, Frits breathed his last. He died very peacefully in his sleep. We suspect he was in a coma that last couple of hours of his life. He left me very quietly, leaving everything behind. Our children, our home, his clothing, his...

I Fell Into His Grave!

Frederik Evenblij before he became ill. Frits slowly started to tell me about his life. He told me that his father had died of myasthenia gravis in 1942. He missed the loving letters that his dad regularly sent him while he was sick, always ending with the request to...

Frits’ Adventures in De Woude

When Frits was a teenager, he took his bicycle to De Woude, a small island reachable only by ferry. He was to work that summer on the largest farm on the island. He slept high in the loft where the hay was stored. Part of his job was ferrying the steer down this...