BRAVE FACE

The inspiring WWII Memoir of a Dutch/German Child

Pappa’s Death

Pappa’s Death

When I was standing at his coffin and looking at my father, I thought: “He looks so young, and so well. But he is dead, how can that be?” He had died about 25 hours before and I realized with sadness that, even though he looked so well, he was still dead....
Memoirist’s Event

Memoirist’s Event

I always say that it’s important not to stop living before you’re dead. So, I haven’t. Here I am participating in the Write On Fairfax Memoirist’s event. And enjoying it! My fellow authors were GMU computer science prof Eric Hodgkins, Chair of...

Look What I Found!

I went to the library to get a library card and sign up to volunteer–and what should I see? Announcements posted featuring ME! Yes, I will be speaking at the Write on Fairfax Memoirist’s Event, May 19 at 2...

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...