by Meta Evenbly | Aug 31, 2023 | Uncategorized
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...
by Meta Evenbly | Aug 23, 2023 | Uncategorized
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...
by Meta Evenbly | Aug 16, 2023 | Uncategorized
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...
by Meta Evenbly | Aug 14, 2023 | Uncategorized
Het was op een Zaterdagavond in Maart, Op dansles leerde een jongen een meisje kennen, Zijn hart ontvlamde; zij was zijn liefde waard, Hij wilde haar dat echter niet bekennen. Maar een hart laat zich nu eenmaal niet dwingen, Amor won alweer terrein, Zijn hart bleef...
by Meta Evenbly | Aug 9, 2023 | Uncategorized
My husband was born in Leopoldville, the Belgian Congo, later called Kinshasa, Zaire, from two Dutch parents. The world had gone through a world war, followed by a recession. Work was hard to find, but Frits’ father found work in the Belgian Congo as a supplier...
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