
This morning as I was on the treadmill with my MP3 player, I was also watching TV. I could not hear it of course. A veteran was being interviewed about WW1, they showed pictures and video clips as well. The sub titles were in French. With my very limited knowledge of French, I still was able to follow bits and pieces of the interview. The veteran must have been very, very old. Such a sweet man and he reminded me of my Dad actually.
I was waiting for 11:11 for them to pause, well they didn't. Since by then I was thinking about WW2 and being thankful to Canadian soldiers who set us free, I paused my running for a minute.
My mind went back to 1944 when the war was raging on in Holland, they called it the "hunger winter". I was only four and my older brothers and sister were all sent op North to farmers in that region. There was simply no food in our house. The German soldiers came and took everything from us , furniture, drapes, bikes etc and what little we had left was used to burn to keep the house warm. The soldiers also came regularly to gather abled men to work for them in their ammunition factories. My Dad up to that point was still at large.
I remember me having no toys, except for a swing attached to the door frame of our very bare living room. But I was walking around with a zipper. (I guess my mother must have been sewing) and being so happy with it, I went outside to show it to friends. Lo and behold I saw the "bad soldiers" going from door to door to search houses. Being probably instructed, I ran inside to warn my Daddy. I knew he would go into hiding and where you might ask? In the, by now just about empty linen closet, he had made a hole with a lid. There was no basement just a small crawl space he had dug underneath the floor. (I vaguely remember him talking about mice!) As soon as he went down my Mom placed all sorts of junk on top of the lid. He was never caught!
Up to this day the sound of heavy military boots give me the creeps and the sound of the German language, (not the people) and those terrible war movies bring back bad memories.
When it comes to saving left over food, our kids tell me, Mom don't be so Dutch!" That is not being Dutch it is knowing what it is like to go hungry. If my parents could only see how we are living. In freedom and such luxury.
Thank you Canada for setting us free in 1945!