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November 26, 1997, Cloverdale Reveille, Page 9 bang of the Hague is tragic mistake is the eighth part of a continuing ;of stories writte by Mic/w.et van der Boon ! Cloverdale Auto-biography Writing Work- held at the Cloverdale Senior. Center 1:15-3:45 pm. This class is taught Reid and is free. Presented by the Santa College Seniors' Program, the class welcomes new participants. van der Boon retired in March of this the former owner of Van tier Boon Co. in Healdsburg. He and his wife lngrid in Cloverdale for six years and have a two sons who live in the area. Van was born in Holland. bardment VIII van der Boon 3, 1945 R.A.F. not only searched for the firing the V-2"s behind our house, but also the V-2 storage site where dozens of were hidden. It was about 20 blocks iour home, in the Hague Bosch, a beauti- with dense woods and scrub brush the city limits. The missiles were under the spreading trees. It had be- "off limits' but not before its purpose allies. no R.A.F. mission ever suc- Sadly enough, however, on March 3, they mistakenly bombed the adjacent . called Bezuidenhout. This was where at 52 Merkusstraat. It was one of the rdreadful accidents of the war. We'were afterwards, through the BBC that the gnating the target for the slipped into the adjacent area map and thus misdirected the raid. the entire area. Hundreds were L Nobody knew exactly how many Dutch nor how many underground fame- together in the large four story that became their coffins. It started tin the morning, around 10 o'clock, with bombs coming straight down on us, like black marbles from silver toys, it didn't seem real. For a minute we froze, then my parents and I ran for our lives to the school across the street and hid in the basement, which was a bicycle storage area. My five year old sister, Ronald, was staying overnight with my Dad's parents on the east-side of the district. Bombs were bursting on all sides, those in the near distance falling with a long sharp whistle, and the closer ones sounding like a train going into a station. The explosions were so intense, that I seemed to lose my hearing for a while. Everything was shaking, win- dows breaking, we were covered by glass and wood splh3.ters, from the window overhead. We huddled together and held on to each other for dear life, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the sirens sounded again, with the all-clear and as we looked up, we noticed the basement was now full of people, neighbors of ours. When we came outside, the ghastly sight all around us horrified us. The whole street, including our house, was in flames. We looked at it in a semi-daze. It didn't seem to register or matter at this time, that all we had ever owned was in this inferno. The school was the only building that was not hit but flaming debris were crashing down into the narrow twisting streets. There were bodies all over and we could hear the screams of people buried alive. My father decided we should go to my grandparents home, driven by the fear we all had, not knowing what had happened to the man. As we proceeded down the street, things only got worse, flames licked at the roof of the department store on the corner and smoke billowed through intersections. There was panic all around us. We were caught up in what seemed like a shambling stampede of people. Children, carried in arms, or dragged screaming behind their mothers or fathers. After a while, the smoke subsided a bit, as the heat was funneling it upwards. But there was red heat, sparks, flying cinders and the rumble of falling stones, as houses were disin- tegrating into the street. The rubble filled city reeked with the acrid smell of burning. I remember a lot of water running down the streets. The explosions had broken water mains all over, whole intersections and un- derpasses were under water and impassable. The fire department was trying their best, but found they had no pressure most of the time. On the East Indie Avenue, we passed a burn- ing blown up fire truck. It killed the crew, I don't know how many, they were lying in a pool of blood half in the gutter and half in the fire-engine. People were carrying injured or ajz raidir.en_ d,e_L0_v.ed_ons_aimlessly it seemed. one had become quite accustomed However, we soon found out, that it was our city, our house, or fame- being targeted. he proceeding months, whenever the were bombed, my family and I would ! in the backyard of our house and watch fall from the planes, at a slight e towards their target. Now, looking up we could see the We tried to get through the underpass, under the railroad station, on the way to grandpa's house but had to turn around, it was destroyed by a bomb and had also flood- ed. We had to make a big detour to get out of the area. The going was extremely tough, we had to fight our way back through a fright- ened crowd of people disgorging themselves from the inferno. Most streets were full of red hot debris, with houses burning on both sides and any number of them ready to plunge into the street. As night was falling, there was this unreal orange glow in the sky. We were only half way and my parents decided to spend the hours tel daybreak in an air-raid shelter, not knowing, if we were going to be bombed again that night. I will never forget the shelter. It was unbelievable, crowded with people huddled four and five deep on both sides, some of them injured, moaning in pain. The misery of that wretched mass of humanity, trying to sleep like worms packed in a tin, the heat and smell, the dirt, the endless crying of the poor babies, the haggard white-faced women nursing their children against them, the children cramped and twitching in their noisy sleep. It was like being in hell. As soon as daylight broke, we hurried out of there and continued our journey. The streets were a bit emptier now, but fires were still burning here and there. The ruins looked like skeletons and I noticed the weird patterns of twisted tramlines and the tangled overhead wires. As I stumbled along between my par- ents and held my mother's hand, I felt numb and afraid. We passed the Catholic Church, which had been full of people at the time of the bombing, it had received a direct hit. By now bodies had been stacked up outside like cords of wood. I was almost stunned with what I observed next. It was the bodies of two nine year old girls, identical twins, lying there. They had been in my class, their last name was Carpentier. I got sick there and threw up. As we finally got closer to my grandparents neighborhood, I noticed a distinct urgency in my parents way of walking. All the streets we had passed on our way so far were totally destroyed, with just here and there a house standing. We started to run, first a little, then faster, as the realization set in, of what might lie ahead. As we rounded the corner of the street, my mother lost it. She started to cry and run ahead of us. All we could see, was a totally burned and destroyed street in front of us. "Ronnie, O God, Ronnie," she yelled, "No!" There was a curve in the street up ahead; my grandparents lived almost at the end, on the left side. My father ran across the street, to get a better angle of view. All of a sudden, he started yelling, "It's there, it's there, the house is standing, it's still there!" A Dutch policeman passing by hear- ing this, ran after my mother and yelled at her, "Lady, your house is still there, it's all right. A few minutes later we fell in the arms of our grandparents and my little sister. Miraculously their house and two more next to it were the only ones spared on the entire street. A few days later we left my father's par- ants, who wanted us to stay, and spent the last eight weeks of the war at my mother's parents, who lived in the Hague about five miles from the bombed area. It all had been a mistake by the English, but it did not turn us against them. We under- stood their explanation and accepted their apologies. We are still grateful for all they did for us and happy to be alive! Washington School site Council will meet Dec. 9 The November meeting has been rescheduled to Tuesday, Dec. 9 at 7:30 p.m. in the Washington School Library. The article submitted to the Reveille Nov. 19 was in error. The Site Council apologizes for the confusion. A school uniform policy will be discussed at this meeting. The members of the Site Council encourage all parents who would like to voice their opinions and help in the decision making process are welcome at this meeting. The parent and student surveys done in the past reflect a variety of opinions of Washington School. These opinions and the solutions that come from them are of great importance to your Site Council. We appreciate all those who have responded to these surveys in the past. If you have any questions please call Marc Mager, Principal at 894- 1940 or Nancy Muller at 894-4572. Submitted by Site Council Chairperson Nancy Muller. Annual schools concert an event December 10th Washington School and Cloverdale High School musical groups will perform their annual winter concert Wednesday, Dec. 10 at 7 p.m. in the Washington multi-purpose room. Admission is free and the public is invited. groups to be featured include the 6th grade intermediate band, the 7th-12th grades District Band, the CHS Ghorus and guitar Ensemble, the Eagles Jazz Band, and various small ensembles. A variety of styles, including some seasonal selections and music from the classical era to Rock and the Blues will be performed to cater to everyone's musical taste. Director Ken collins welcomes one and all to this evening of festive entertainment. You can trust Tom Sink with your affairs Trying to wind your way through estate planning or legal issues relating to business or real estate can be next to impossible without a professional. Tom Sink, Attorney at Law, is a partner in a seven lawyer firm with offices in Cloverdale and Santa Rosa. He is a member of the Clover- dale City Council and is deeply tied to our town and citizens. His family goes back seven genera- tions in Cloverdale. His areas of primary practice are personal injury and civil liti- gation, estate planning, business and real estate. The biggest case Tom has ever had was a few years ago when he represented a local man who was severely crushed in an industrial accident at the Geysers. "I got him a tremendous result that compen- sated him for lifelong disabling injuries. It's sad, too, because it was a preventable injury. But the silver lining is that the case ended up changing the way this procedure is done at the Gey- sers so no one else gets hurt," Tom said. Tom Sink Tom has an economics degree from Stanford University and a law degree from University of San Francisco. He has the respect of local judg- es and the legal community and his firm has an "AV" rating, the highest ranking award in the pro- fession. "My success stems from great education, natural ability and sol- id experience. I enjoy taking a deserving client and getting a great result, whether in court, business or his or her personal affairs," Tom said. His office is located at 112 West First Street, Cloverdale. 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