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Page 4, Cloverdale Reveille, October 29, 1997 ::::: :::$&apos;:::::"" "::::: i: :::::::::::::::::::::::::: i ============================= ,.,: '=  :'" "<': :i.<.: ": :'::'<; " ! " ':: " ":  "' "  $'$"": :::::::::::::-::::::: ::::..:::::::" .. .. ::.:>.... . ::.> . ..:.:.:-::.:: :;$::-',<:! :i:$::F .,i: :i: ".$ .. ":.% ... Do we really need another pizza parlor?. Editor: On Oct. 2, I was told that the future restaurant in the Furber Ranch Plaza, may be another pizza parlor. If this is true, OH BOY! Cloverdale already has two pizza parlors, two Chinese and one Mexican restaurant. I am sure the existing businesses will not appre- ciate the competition this will create. With all the new homes being built in Cloverdale, my family and I think that this town could support a steak and seafood restaurant. We do love a good steak, but if we want pizza, or Chinese, or Mexican food, then we will patronize these existing restaurants in our home- town We, don't need another pizza parlor. Brown Family Cloverdale Editor's note: The Reveille has contacted Craig Furber about the type of restaurant that will be going in at the new shopping center Furber says at this time there is still no restaurant committed to moving into the Center. Reader's hat stolen while at post office Editor: To the person or persons who took a hat from the post office on Oct. 22. Did you think to ask if the hat belonged to anyone in the post office? I was around the corner getting mail from my post office box. I had laid a pair of gloves, black in color, on the table, and on top of those gloves I placed a hat. The hat was a jungle type hat, and had animals and birds all over it. I got that hat at the San Francisco Zoo. I would appreciate it if you would either turn it in to the post master or to the Cloverdale Police Department. Respectfully yours, John Walton, 894-284Z Family Service to meet November 3 Editor: Cloverdale Family Service will meet Monday, Nov. 3, at 11 am at United Church, 439 N. Cloverdale Blvd. All interested persons are warmly invited to attend, and clubs, churches and organizations are urged to send a representative. Christmas ( I can't believe I'm saying this) is just around the corner, and volunteers and contributions will be needed. Donations may be sent to Family Service at Box 374, Cloverdale. With our thanks for your attention and assistance, CD Grant, secretary Cloverdale Family Service The Ewing Family wishes to thank Manzanita Manor for taking' excellent care of their mother, during the short time she was there. Hol00day Craft Fa  Sat., Nov. I, I0 am to 4 pro; San., Nov. 2, II am to p   Cloverdale Vet's Memorial Building  ) 205 West First St.. Cloverdale   Lunch & Snacks Available Raffle & Door Prizes Wednesday, October 29 ' Family History Ctr., LDS Church ................... :9 a.m.-9 pm Soroptimist Intemational, Sciaini Office .................. 12 pm Senior Center, Grange Hall ........................ 9:30 h.m.-4 pm Bingo, Kings Valley Seniors ....................................... 1 pm Thursday, October 30 Thrift Sale, United Church ................................ 10 to 3 pm Rotary Club, Owl Care ........................................ 12:15 pm Cloverdale Host Lions Club .................................. 7:30 pm Friday, October 31 Toastmasters, Cloverdale Coffee Shop ..................... 7 am Senior Day Center, Grange Hall .................... 9:30 to 2 pm Saturday, November 1 Family History Ctr., LDS Church .................... 9 a.m.-1 pm Flea Market, Citrus Fairgrounds ................. 7 a.m. to 4 pm Thrift Sale, United Church ............................ 10 a.m.-1 pm Sunday, November2 Flea Market, Citrus Fairgrounds ................. 7 a.m. to 4 pm Monday, November 3 Boy Scout Troop #41, City Park ................................ 8 15m Cancer Support Group, United Church Lounge, 10-11 am Tuesday, November 4 Family History Ctr., LDS Church .................... 5 p.m.-g pm Senior Center, Grange Hall ................................ 9:30-4 pm Ladies Circle of Druids, Druids Hall ........................... 8 pm Veterans of Foreign Wars, Vet's Building .................. 8 PM Copper Tower Family Health Center Free Blood Pressure Check .................. M-S, 9-12, 2-6:30 OutReach Mental Health .................... M-F by Appointment Free Vaccinations ........................................................ M-S Cloverdale Alcohollcl Anonymous Hot Line for Cloverdale Informatiolt: 804-20701544-t300 Allies ask Dutch to resist Germans Following is the fiflh part eta continuing series of stories written by Michael van der Boon at the Cloverdale Autobiography Writing Workshop be- ing held at the Cloverdale Senior Center Tuesdays from 1:15-3:45 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, and was 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. Hungerwinter Part V By Michael van der Boon In September 1944 the Allies, who by now had liberated the southern part of the Nether- lands, below the three rivers: Rhine, Waal and Maas, tried to take the City of Arnhem, north of the Rhine, with airborne assault troops. It was the largest daytime airborne assault ever mounted, two thousand planes and glid- ers full of soldiers and material, coming from the south of England. They had been warned by the Dutch underground of two crack Ger- man Panzer divisions in the area, but Mont- gomery, in charge of Allied Forces at the time, chose to ignore this. Eight (;lays later, after heavy fighting and tremendous losses, he ordered the troops to withdraw. It was later estimated, that the losses had been even greater than D-day in Normandy. The vindictive Germans were still north of the rivers and the Allies were south of them,. regrouping. A movie was later made about the battle called, "A Bridge Too Far." Word came from the Dutch forces in En- gland by way of the BBC and American Ra- dio, to resist the Germans They asked our 30,000 railroad workers to go on strike, so our trains could not transport German troops and V-weapons to the coast. The instructions stunned everybody in Holland, because we feared the consequenc- es, but it was followed to the letter. Within a week the entire railroad system was at a standstill. The Nazis printed a warning in the Dutch papers, to end the strike, or else we would be threatened by starvation. The consequences for us were terrible and so was the timing, since we already had very little food left. Not only did the Nazis'ride around picking up thousands of people, but they destroyed factories, hauled machinery and remaining food supplies to Germany (ex- cept food for their own troops), flooded thousands of acres of farmland, ripped up streets and sank ships in the harbors, in antic- ipation of the Allied invasion. Our situation became rapidly worse. The wolf of hunger, for the past year held just one step away from our door, now moved in. Every striker caught was shot and there was no longer any pretense of justice. The railroad workers had a hard time finding refuge in the flat lands of Holland, but were somehow hidden by caring farmers all over the land. We faced a merciless winter and inevitable star- vation. For our family acquiring food, wood, or coal became a daily problem. I remember crawling under the fence at the railroad sta- tion, to steal coal at the age of nine, while German troops were guarding the trains with machine guns. We were constantly scroung- ing around foreverything, going from store to store all over town. My Dad was still hiding out, after his escape from Germany, and could not show his face on the street. So I was the man in the family temporarily. My friends and I would break into empty houses left behind, mostly by Jews. While one of us would stand guard, the others would ransack the house and strip it of all the wood, staircases, banister, floors, balconies, everything. As soon as we would start to carry things out, hun- dreds of people would join us, and would descend on the house like a bunch of locusts, all of this going on under the threat of getting shot by German patrols. By October gas for cooking, which just about everybody used, was stopped. My Mother, not being able to cook anymore, was lucky to buy a little miracle stove as they called it. It was built of two steel drums, one inside the other, with a grate abovethe hole in the side. Some stoves were homemade from garbage CanS. They would burn anything. When electric- ity ran out, we bought a carbide lamp, it gave light, but also a terrific smell, one we never got used to. It was better to do without light and go to bed. The only handy thing was the Philips "KNYPKAT", a flashlight called a "squeeze-cat". It gave light whenever the le- ver was squeezed, activating a dynamo and made a purring sound. As soon as it was dark the streets came alive with shadowy figures, sneaking around with their "knpkats". We would hear them purring past our house, as everyone hunted for food, wood or coal. People now chopped trees, or carted away fences from around parks and homes, even digging out the stumps. The desperation only came after the burning of their own doors and stair banisters. Pigs and cows were stolen and slaughtered right on the spot to cook over these fires. My Dad, one night, left the house to slaughter a pig for someone. On his return, having put part of the pig, which was his payment, on a sled, covered by a lot of blankets, he was stopped by a well meaning person and told that the blood dripping from the meat was making a trail in the snow. Even though my Dad was a butcher by trade, getting caught with illegally slaughtered meat was a serious offense, as far as the Germans were con- cerned, not to mention, that he was an es- caped worker. He made sure nothing showed ater that. Few people worried whether it was good or bad to steal. One day, while we were in an air-raid shel- ter, a horse standing in front of a cart, was killed. When we came out of the shelter, people swarmed into the rubble with knives and were, more ferocious than a bunch of lions attacking a wildebeest. In a short time parts of the horse were being carted away on bikes and soon nothing was left except a bunch of bones. No cat was safe. They appeared on restau- rant menus as "Rabbit". After that they were called roof-rabbits. Soon there weren't any cats around. Dogs were kept inside, to escape the same fate. Each day our situation became worse, but we didn't give up hope. I saw people dying in the streets, on the way to and from school. People were often too weak themselves to help a fallen person, and just left them on the side of the road. A boy from my class, by the name of Dirk, was standing on the sidewalk, in front of the school one morning, watching us play. His much too big clothes, were hanging from his skinny shoulders. He held a paper bag with a few sticks of wood. Suddenly he turned, stmn- bled and lay down, curling up on the cold brick. I ran over to cover his tiny shivering body with my jacket, while other children ran for help. It was a long wait, and. I hunched down cradling the frail boy. I whispered to him, not to be afraid, even though I was terrified myself, realizing what was about to happen. I said, "I'm right here with boy's lips trembled, and a faint peared. Then he didn't seem to more, and his body went limp, figure. The boy's body was covered blanket and carried off. I remember uncontrollably. I can still see that bump under the blanket. An unmerciful darkness now the city. Strangers would shuffle homes, selling or swapping food to razor blades, once, a tired man came by to sell tulip bulbs. looked as if he would collapse at any he still rode his bike north to where grew, in the flatlands behind the mother traded him a skirt for some Defying the Germans, roadblocks lied air-raids, thousands of City cluding my Mother, swarmed countryside, begging the farmers for just taking anything edible they The sad procession of crawled along the roads, pushing baby carriages, or pulling sleds, their bodies hunched against the winter. My mother still had her filled with articles to barter with. had nothing and just hoped that passionate farmer would give them thing to eat_ My mother always return with something, all wrapped up in lots of paper wouldn't break, or some potatoes, milk one time. She would tell us about how she walk back with her bicycle in hand shopping bags hanging sometimes 20 or 25 miles, because too many people walking on the would refuse to sit down and rest. As never been a good walker, she knew, she sat down, she probably wouldn't two days, eluding road-blocks, Nazis would cohfiscate gathered, otherwise. the fields, bicycle and all es, sometimes sleeping in an em anything, to make it back home to us how, without being detected. The tulip bulbs we had, my Mothe either boil or fry them, but you had to 1 the bitter core. We were also warned eating the Hyacinth bulb, which was l pus and would cause violent stomach People by now were eating food, sawdust scraped off from the block, even eating candies or candlewax. Everyday the signs were not heal, and legs that were hunger. Deaths happened so fast, bodies had to be laid in churches as mortuaries. When a Jewish person, been hidden for years, would die, he would be carried out at night, and simply shoved into a dark and We were not the only ones that ished, mice and rats were house, looking for food. My up. a trap one day, were two mice in it, that had simultaneously and were caught by the The trap had not been able and the two were still half alive. We stared at the creatures on looked up at us with their beady started to struggle again. "Look at devils," my Mother said, "They' re just l rats in a trap, half dead and be free." Somehow we made five months later, in a bombardment, we two provinces 20,000 people died vation. I can't help thinking, as I am sitting] home, at my desk, finishing my listening to the carefree chatter the street outside, how luck) lucky our children and hope someday they will understand lucky. .Have a happy Hallowee In his recent News marie  itor Center John Doble Fall Specials at hate: Treasure Cove Pizza given something in welcomed su Chamber members as could be offered. As th article may have inferred, t ter does not have such a in place at this time. 796 S. Cloverdale Blvd. (Next to Longs) 894-2502 THE CHRISTIAN CIETY, 424 burg, 433-7645. ing, second Wed. of pm; Church Reading Cent#'r St. Hours: Tues 12-4 pm. 433-4776.