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October I, 1997, Cloverdale Reveille, Page 5 VIII and Anne Boleyn at CARE's second annual MASK- Ball on Oct. 25 from 8 pm to I am at the Vet's Memorial are $15 per person and are available now at Rags to Ace Hardware and Jefferson School. ,e I do nt m held etote :i in CARE's treasure hunt for to win night for two at B&B of the ban is "Pirates of the r -- -- --/....,,, '--' so organizers thought | /v,o . be fun to have a treasure hunt 1 hunt beings now! Each i Reveil/e, clues will be given by . as to what business | treasure for that week. Clip out I the clue and it will lead you to i you can Pete and receive a gold coin (not I,., -- ,. -- ..' the coin when you attend the MASK-C.A.R.E.-AID Ball it for raffle tickets and your chance to win prizes Mendocino Bed and Breakfast Inn and Pete and another clue m next week's Reveille. ' yOU fix yOUr hoe ' ' pklnl a 1'le, ," /' O'Bden takes people a cruise back in time 10 a group made together [ NOW Hear This! Healdsburg will ] That's Navy talk meaning of Pier 32 at San Fran- I attention! The charter bus tak- Cloverdale Veterans I ing passengers to the cruise 'a on the Liberty Ship Jeremiah , t 6:30 am. It will stop at CYBrien will load at 6:15 am at in Healclsburg the Cloverdale Veterans people who will Building with departure time the group to the Lib- i at 6:30. The time was set at the I recommendation of the offic- to an article pub- er of the ship. Anyone miss- the October issue of ing the bus will be reported as the CYBrien is AWOL Liberty Ships of the i Ships built during World War II, still afloat. Their power both ships. to the article, the O'Brien made 11 crossings from to Utah and Omah/l Beachheads during the Normandy Her guns are still mounted silently on her deck. During the be allowed to see the cargo holds which were with bunks for the Army personnel. I remember being on the with my buddy George in the bunk under me. We went given a tour of the Atlantic on our trip to North 28 days to arrive at our destivation. Those sailing on 10 will be at "sea" to greet the US Navy Heet enter the Golden Gate to be in San Francisco during Heet fly over is scheduled by the Blue Angels. I guarantee the ; the fly over will be a moment you shall Think of them as enemy planes flying over. And then r are on our side. can be obtained from the local American Legion Post )r 894-3640. Cost for the total package is $125. The s goes directly to the volunteers who work to keep ship-shape, the funds are used to purchase material and hundred volunteers receive the satisfaction of knowing they afloat for you and me to bring back old memories. coffee and donuts upon boarding, a catered lunch on and all of the bottled water and soft drinks you is to pay for the chartered bus for the round trip ':7 Nazis march into The Hague! Following is the second part of a continuing series of stories written by Michael van der Boon at the Clo- verdale Autobiography Writing Workshop being held at the Clover- dale Senior Center Thursdays from 1-3 pm. This class is taught by Scott Reid and is free. Presented by the Santa Rosa Junior College Seniors' Program, the class always welcomes new participants. Michael van der Boon retired in March of this year, andwas the former owner of Van der Boon Meat Co. in Healdsburg. He and his wife Ingrid have lived in Cloverdale for six years and have a daughter and two sons who live in the area. Van der Boon was born in Holland. Occupation Part I! By Michael van der Boon The Hague, May 16, 1940 A long convoy of mud-splat- tered tanks crawled into the city. over the Old Dutch cob- blestones, they sounded like a huge thunderstorm rolling in. Nazi soldiers were perched on top of the tanks. Thick brown mud was everywhere-caked on the caterpillar tracks, on the turrets, and pasted on the soldier's faces; camouflage netting and tree branches over tank and man. The mighty conquerors! It was a shock to see the Nazis arrive as victors. It was even terrifying for us kids, to see the huge whirring tanks, with large black swastikas painted on the sides, clanking down our streets. The men on top looked very scary to us hardly looked like human beings. In their black overalls with the ominous skull and crossbones insignias on their collars, they looked like monsters from outer pace. This was Hitler's elite Totenkopf Bri- gade, the S.S. Death's Head Unit. Behind the row of tanks trudged hundreds of foot soldiers in brown and green-spotted overalls, like a huge invasion of crawling frogs. My Dad and I were on our way to my grandmother's house by bike, and had decided to watch. In between throngs of silent peo- ple we stood at the corner of the Lange Voorhout, a double tree- lined avenue flanked by stately houses, it was the Embassy Row of The Hague. We looked at the scene in utter amazement, never having seen so many different military vehicles. From far away we saw more and more vehicles snaking around the corner of the Kneuterdijk, joining the mass of black, brown and green, and fi- nally screeching to a halt in front of the Hotel des Indes at the end of the avenue. A few seconds later our attention was drawn to two high ranking Nazis arriving in their shiny black Mercedes, em- blazoned with swastika pennants. formation around town. We rec- ognized only the double S.S. in a lighting bolt design, the emblem of the Woffen S.S., a hard core of vicious and fanatical Nazis, as we found out later. Their heavy jackboots hitting the bricks made a terrible racket, which resounded through the streets. This symphony on stone, combined with their loud singing with the abrupt halt after each sentence, jarred our senses, kept us awake at night, and drove us crazy. At first we actually looked "through" them, acting as if they were not there. In the country some Germans were not as strict in enforcing regulations. But in the cities they were a different breed. Most of the troops that were sent to The Hague were dedicat- ed Nazis with a singleness of pur- pose. Anyone who stood in their way would be destroyed without hesitation. We started to detest their songs. "Lili Marlene" was their most popular one. We heard it con- stantly, and my parents were shocked to find that the American soldiers had adopted the same "Lili Marlene" as their theme song. They would also sing a song called "Wir Fahren gegen Engeland'- "We Sail Against England". Us kids would run behind the troops and sing as refrain: "Plump, plump, plump," with other words, hope they would all drown. One day a woman's army, in sweeping gray capes marched by our house. I watched in amaze- I ment and called my mother, "Mom, come quick and have a look. What do you think they're doing here?" Mother made a face. "They're blitzmadel, girls of the blitzwar', she said. The Dutch labeled them "Grey Mice". Later some of our Dutch girls cozied up to the enemy. My parents were disgusted to see them flirting with the Nazi officers and called them "field mattresses", adding they were lying under everything ex- cept the streetcars. After the war they would be tarred and feath- ered. The Germans were billeted all over town. My grandparents, who were caretakers of a large office building, had to vacate it and move to a building across the street because the Gestapo, the secret police, made it their headquar- ters. The concept of Holland un- der Nazi control was a fact that we never got used to, and never accepted. It was a whole new ex- perience and for the time being, we took a wait-and-see approach to the matter while we watched our invaders with contempt. m our tam]Jy, Jrte seemed to go on as usual that first year of the war. I was still able to go to the beach with my family, where we spent a lot of time in the summer. Gasoline was rationed. My fa- ther acquired a special stove to fuel his car, a French Citroen. It filled the trunk of the car. Wood or coal fueled this strange looking contraption. It took him about 30 minutes to light the fire, which eventually produced enough steam to drive the car. Every now and then, he had to stop the car, to shovel more coal on the fire. Some taxis had huge balloons on top of their cars, and it looked Stepping out, stiffly erect, they clicked their heels, and gave the straight-arm Nazi salute. They then entered the building next to us, I believe it was the Ministry of Defense. We could not believe our eyes. Somehow none of us thought this fancy footwork routine was for real. In the afternoon, after arriving at my grandmother's, we watched again, from the balcony this time, as Dutch soldiers marched by to surrender their weapons, tossing them on a pile at the end of the avenue. There also was a fire to dispose of unwanted items. We watched a Dutch offic- er reverently put the regiment's banner on the fire, rather than handing it over to the Germans. It was a heartbreaking moment and many a soldier brushed away his tears. Three thousand Dutch sol- diers had been killed, they had fought hard, and been beaten. as if th whole cab would fly away in a storm. There were also a lot of electric cars invented, small ones with three wheels, one in front, two in the back. By 1942 most cars had been con- fiscated, including my Dad's. The most frequently used transporta- tion of course, was still the bicy- cle. When rubber tires became rare, wooden ones were invent- ed, strips of hardwood bound to- gether with wire. They were terribly noisy, and they gave you a headache bouncing over thecob- blestones. Finally, the Germans also took our bikes. First they asked and when we didn't bring them in, they came and got them. Hun- d reds, no thousands, of them. One moment you were riding, next moment a Nazi soldier stopped you and no more bike. From then on we walked, on shoes with wooden soles, leather by then be- ing nonexistent. I learned to walk in clogs and even run, without losing them. My Dad listened every night to the BBC on our hidden radio, although listening to any foreign broadcast was strictly verboten. Every night this station started the newscast with the same Mor- se code signal, the V for Victory, which is the four opening bars of Beethoven's fifth Symphony. It ended with Vera Lynn singing, "We'll Meet Again". It would bring tears to his eyes. Many people in Holland were resigned to a few unpleasant changes as the consequences of defeat, and thought the war would soon be over. Deep in our hearts, we were certain that good would conquer evil. Little did we know it would take five years. Hardware Last Chance TRUCK ON AD Ends October 12 WOOD PELLET / Safe, Clean, Environmentally Responsible Heat Virtually No Smoke or Dangerous Creosote Deposits ,, Minimal Emissions- Lower than Federal Standards ,, One 40 lb. Bag can Heat a Typical 2 Bedroom Home for 24-48 hoursl Available Now mt TON Ask for Friendly Freddy Fire Starters r -- the best way to Mart a fire. heads high. We all felt with them the unspoken pledge to remain forever Dutch. . o;o;,.s In the following days and nihts  124 S. CLOVERDALE LVD. "30-6 CLOVERDALE 894-2165 SAT 5:30 by. At first we were more con- fused than frightened by the dif- IISUN 9-4 ferent uniforms appearing in mass