My dad-the dutchman
he was born in the netherlands and grew up in a difficult time, born in 1926
they lived in applesca hollland in the countryside of groeningen on a farm
they raised tulips and made cheese...had goats and cows...
he loved to follow his father around who was a wanderer and rode his motorcycle everywhere...
as he grew up his brother's and sisters became his responsibility
as his father began to travel more and more and his mom starting teaching
he became the son of the house and of the fields...
this is my dad with his brothers and sister on the farm
my dad grew up and went to work on local farms and in dehague on barges
during the war my dad hid USA glider pilots on the farm..
the farm was large and easy to hide people on it...
my dad grew up around animals
loved to play with them and made many his pets...
this is my dad and his dad-my grandfather-and Ima- my mom
my dad grew up and married my mom-Ima- and they had a son -lucas hendrik christaan and they traveled to the USA
They went to live in beech community in western north carolina
the holler was reems creek outside the town of weaverville off of locust cove rd
we grew to a family of 5 and never seemd unhappy
we had a richness in our childhood
filled with laughter, play and lot's of adventures
we had great neighbors and played with our pets
this is me and my older sister in the parker's back yard looking at the blue ridge parkway
my dad loved to get away and see the sights
we traveled in a ford fairlane station wagon
this is a family picnic at lake james in 1963
i was heading to feed the ducks...
my dad was sitting on the top of the monkey bars..with luke and looks like marina
my dad the dutchman, my hero and who i followed...
i love you dad...
thanks for the memories...
