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le of Holland the final article that is continuing series of stories by Michael van der Boon at Autobiography Writ- being held at the Clo- Senior Center Tuesdays from pro. This class is taught by and is free. Presented by Rosa Junior College Se- the class always wel- participants. van der Boon retired in and was the former Van der Boon Meat Co. in He and his wife Ingrid in Cloverdate for six years a daughter and two sons in the area. Van der Boon in Holland. Coming Home Part X By Michael van der Boon May 1945 The war was over, Hitler was dead. Hundreds of thousands of people were dead. Some of our friends were dead. Most of my family was alive. We were the lucky ones. Jer Available at. lebtl • • ing ,d ud ssud re ® S19.95 L !24 S. Cloverdale Blvd. 894-2165 December 17, 1997, Cloverdale Reveille, Page 9 finally freed from Nazi grasp My parents and I, all three of us on bicycles, were on an afternoon tour of The Hague, Beznidenhout, where our house was bombed and Scheveningen the suburb on the coast, where I was born and raised. Scheveningen which before the war had been a busy tourist resort and harbor, had been off limits to the population since 1941, when the Germans heavily fortified the beaches and boulevard with bun- kers, land mines, pillboxes, barbed wire and other obstacles. That is the reason we had to move inland to gezuidenhout. This 3 mile wide zone along the coast became known as the "Siegfried Line". As we slowly rode into the in- ner City of the Hague, which was officially called Gravenhage, lit- erally meaning the County's Hedge, we noticed a scattering of bombed-out houses. There cer- tainly weren't any hedges left now, they had all been burned for fire- wood. But the flags were not burned and they were flying ev- erywhere. We looked at the men, women and children, that were still cheer- ing their gratitude very time an allied vehicle passed. There were a lot of people on the streets, re- pairing, cleaning, hauling away rubble and rebuilding. Every- body, who still had enough strength to stand up was out there. There was a lot of damage, dirt and garbage, but long lines of German POWs were also brought in to help clean up the mess. This was our first look around since the war's end a week earlier. We then entered an open area Beznidhenout, where we had lived the last four years. "Good Lord, look at that," my Dad said, as we stared at blocks upon blocks of ruins. It looked so different now, quite, like a ghost town, some people here and there were dig- ging through the remains of their homes. The houses, the church, the station, was a mass of black rubble and twisted steel with only an occasional building still up- tools and even the stone head of my sister's doll. My dad packed it in a bag we had brought and put it on the back of his bicycle. We were utterly depressed, as we drove on, even though we had been prepared and curious, it still was a great shock. Eventually our spirits lifted, seeing the happiness of the peo- ple, although they were thin, dirty and hungry looking. The children with their spindly legs and far too big clothes, how happy they were, though. We passed the Woods of Scheveningen, where I had played as a small child. It was completely gone. All that remained was acres of low stumps, the rest having been used for firewood. On the avenue, van Alkemade Laan, all the houses had their roofs blown off and no glass in the windows. Canadian M.P's had appropri- ated one of the houses and were repairing it with bricks and any- thing else they needed, from oth- er homes. We passed an open field, where stacks of goods had been left behind by the Germans, ready to be crated off to Germany desig- nated to grace the parlor of some victorious Nazi. Washbowls, bath- tubs, pipes, lamps, curtain rods, drapery and even kitchen tools had been thrown on separate piles. All of then had been taken from people. "I can use that thing over there," my Mother said, rushing out to pick up a serrated knife. "Looks like we have to do what the Cana- dians are doing," my Dad said, "Fix up our houses with the stuff from every other one." As we headed further down the road, we came upon the Joseph Israel Square; there we saw a vin- dictive mob milling around• Just before we had arrived, the mhb had dragged a traitor from one of the houses and pushed him under a moving tank. Despite my Dad's curiosity, he told us to keep going he didn't want me to see it. right, its windows staring blindly On another street comer we saw out at the world. _several women with shaved Our house, as well as all the  heads, with swastikas painted on other homes on our street, totally their bare breasts, being pushed i [ gone, only the school across the street had escaped the damage. [ How lucky we had been, to take I shelter there during the bombard- I I ment. We dug through the rubble i of the foundation, in the hope of finding something that might still [ be usable• We had found some j kitchen utensils, some of my Dad's around by a jeering crowd. "I wonder if they're sorry they frat- ernized with the enemy," my Mother mused. We continued on towards the beach, past the Or- ange Hotel, the Nazi prison, where my Dad had been held for seve'al weeks, back in 1941 for illegal slaughtering of some sheep. He told us about some of the terrible situations in there, the torture and killings. Even with its horror fresh in our minds, it's thick red walls seemed less formidable now. The reason, the prison was named the Orange Hotel, was because most- ly Dutch people that were fiercely loyal to the Queen and the royal house of Orange were being in- carcerated there. Across the street, the sand dunes had resumed their serenity, ac- cepting the violence of many a patriot being marched in and shot to death. My Dad stared across the sandy area, leading to the At- lantic Ocean, just beyond and its tough grasses and low bushes. He muttered half to himself; "there's all kinds of ways to die." When we looked at him questionably, Please tum to page 6 Sara Anderson and Katie Schneider have opene˘l a memory book store at 229 N. Cloverdale Blvd. They have acid free paper, tons of things to personalize your album= with, and lots of terrific Ideas. Memory book store opens Nobody wants their memories to vanish, but for a lot of people, that's exactly what is happening. Photos they carefully and lovingly placed in photo albums are fading away due to the acid resident in the paper they are placed on. Sidelines, a new business located at 229 N. Cloverdale Blvd., Cloverdale, 894-7522, can not only provide you with acid free paper and help you save your memories, but they also can help you make • their display more meaningful. Katie Schneider and Sara Anderson, moved from Ukiah to Clover- . dale about two and a half years ago. Good friends, and involved in - home scrapbooking, they decided they wanted to share their hobby with Cloverdale residents. According to Schneider, memory albums are more than just photo albums. Memory albums are personalized with decorations, colored paper with special designs, and handwritten notes of the events or people in the photos. ..,,. : Their store features idea books and magazines for creating memory albums, as well as classes to teach people how to customize their own books. They sell only acid free products includipg stickers, photo albums, paper, specialty pens and pencils, adhesives, and ink and ink pads. They also have craft punches, design-edge scissors, and lots of templates and stencils; plain gift bags for stamping and decorating, greeting cards, and acid free tissue paper (to store delicate items in). Stop by and check out what they have-your memories deserve only the very best. 'G ' ' ' re- I NORTH STATE I Catherine0000Mitche!, ,4˘z, ..' [ Bookkeeping Services .c, l .... 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