Sepia Saturday 759 - The Minankabau House

Finding a picture of a man in front of a house is a real shoebox challenge, for me at least. But just before reaching the bottom of the box, I ran into a photo showing a childhood memory. When I went to primary school all pupils had their own garden. It was a plot of land measuring approx. 9 x 9 ft. where we grew flowers, potatoes, and vegetables and learned about biology. Very educational! But that was not the main reason why this garden complex was etched in my memory. That was the house that was built there. It was called the Minankabau house. As you can see it does not come close to the traditional Dutch stepped gables. In fact, the house originates in what before WWII was called the Dutch East Indies, today Indonesia. To find the true origin of the house, we have to go to the island of Sumatra. There the Minankabau people originate. Without trying to write an anthropological report, I want to highlight one aspect of the Minankabau society. Whether you like it or not, our culture is based on patriarchal structures. Not so the Minankabau. Land, property, and the family name pass down from mother to daughter. (Matters such as politics are left to men.) So it is not unlikely that the house in the photo below was sold by a Minankabau woman to a Dutch enterprise.

The Minankabau house on the Mient in The Hague
during the winter of 1939/1940

The picture comes from an album owned by A.K.J. (Karel) Morren (1906-1988), the man my mother lived with from 1967 until he passed away. I have no idea who the person with the broom/snow plow is. He or she is standing amidst the school gardens I mentioned earlier. It needs a bit of imagination,  but it can be said that he or she is standing in front of a house thus complying with this week's theme ;-)

The postcard below shows the same complex in 1935 but from the opposite direction. The Minankabau house is on the right.

To give you a better impression of these houses' beauty, below is a fine example situated in the village of Pandai Sikek, West Sumatra, Indonesia.

By Michael J. Lowe, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org

Please turn to the Sepia Saturday site for more (unknown) men in front of mysterious houses.

Dying under your own name

Voor het meer complete artikel in het Nederlands, svp hier klikken.

The other day I read an article in the interesting Historiek newsletter. Unless you read Dutch, don't bother to look it up. The newsletter is about a wide variety of historical subjects, both Dutch and from abroad. The article in question is about Prinjesdag 1932. Prinsjesdag, literally translated means 'the day of the little princes'. It is celebrated on the third Tuesday in September and marks the new parliamentary year. The event takes place in The Hague. In an address to the Parliament, the reigning monarch outlines the policy of the government for the year to come. 

Before the Second World War, many social movements tried to promote their ideals by organizing demonstrations, whether or not approved by the authorities. The movements ranged from socialist and communist on the left to fascist on the right.

On that particular Prinsjesdag, on September 20, after the ending of a nearby communist rally, a group of people tried to enter the Binnenhof where the Queen was in the process of addressing the Members of Parliament. Obviously, many police officers tried to prevent this. As a consequence of this clash, whereby the officers used sabers and rubber bats, there was a lot of unrest in the streets around the Binnenhof. A little further away, on the Heerengracht, a traffic cop was trying to give direction to motorized traffic and many pedestrians, when suddenly he was stabbed in the breast. This event was the headline in the a.m. newsletter: "Deadly fights during Prinsjesdag 1932". 

The thing that triggered me was the fact that the newsletter editor wasn't certain about the victim's last name. He thought it was Baars and added that some sources said it also could be Baas. Well, I thought, if in doubt, check it! There are plenty of sources for that period. Birth certificates, population registers, papers, to name a few. And indeed, the birth certificate, checked against other sources, reveals that the name of the police officer is Baas, Hendrik Baas to be precise. If you get stabbed on the job, I think the least journalists can do is get your name right. 

Three days later Hendrik dies and his wife has the following 'obit' published.

In the obit, his wife mentions when the funeral will take place. Most probably she is unaware of the spectacle this is going to be. Obviously, the authorities wanted to make a statement against all the protesters called rioters by the government and press alike.

Thousands of people witnessed the funeral procession on its way to the cemetery. Around 1,600 policemen from all over the country accompanied Hendrik Baas to his final resting place. Two music orchestras were part of the procession. A personal representative of the Queen offered his condolences to the widow and her 8-year-old son. Army and Navy deputations were present and the mayor of The Hague spoke at the grave.

The funeral procession in The Hague on Sept. 27, 1932*

In the months after the funeral, there was attention for the prosecution of the suspect. One J. van B. (42) was arrested shortly after the attack. His background was widely published in the press. Presumably, he was a communist although others denied this. The case was dealt with in court on Febr. 9, 1933. In total there were 17 witnesses pro and con. Apparently, the judge found little consistency in the statements of the witnesses. Even among the witnesses of the prosecution, there was disagreement. Despite a penalty requirement of 15 years in prison, the accused was dismissed from custody. The appeal before a higher court served a few months later but the result was the same, Van B. was acquitted by the judges and he was free to go.

It was remarkable that, a few months later, a claim to compensate Van B. for his time in prison, was rejected

The question remains who caused the death of policeman Hendrik Baas. I am unaware of any official investigation into the matter after Van B. was released. So this stabbing of a police officer remained unpunished. However, my motivation to write this post was to establish the correct name of this officer. And that mission was accomplished. His name is Baas, not Baars. So now Hendrik may disappear in the mists of history under his true name.

For more illustrations, see this post in Dutch by clicking here.

*Picture copied from the Haagsche Courant dated Sept. 27, 1932

Verkeersagent, een gevaarlijk beroep

Vandaag 88 jaar geleden stierf een Haagse verkeersagent als gevolg van relletjes op Prinsjesdag 1932. Dat is nou niet een gebeurtenis die de geschiedenisboeken heeft gehaald maar wel de website van Historiek. Daar wordt o.a. gememoreerd dat demonstrerende communisten slaags raakten met de politie waarbij verkeersagent H. Baars om het leven kwam. Bij Historiek was er nog wat onduidelijkheid over zijn naam. Het kon ook nog Baas zijn, daarover waren de bronnen het niet eens. Maar los daarvan, de suggestie in de intro is duidelijk, de demonstraties hebben iets met de dood van Baars te maken. Maar dat ligt iets genuanceerder.

In 1911 gaf de gemeente Den Haag, kennelijk voor de eerste keer op Prinsjesdag, toestemming om voor het algemeen kiesrecht te demonstreren. Sinds die tijd staat deze dag bekend als "Roode Dinsdag". Ook op 20 september 1932 was er volop politieke strijd. Honderden communisten hadden in het gebouw van Kunsten & Wetenschappen vergaderd en wilden vervolgens oprukken naar het Binnenhof. Dat kon natuurlijk niet getolereerd worden, dus de politie, kennelijk in grote getalen aanwezig, probeerde daar een stokje voor steken. De stokjes van de politie bestonden in die tijd o.m. uit de blanke sabel. Daar werd ruim gebruik van gemaakt. Zo ook van de gummilat en er werd zelfs geschoten. 

Een aantal citaten uit Het Vaderland van 21 september.

"Een lange sliert van communisten begaf zich op weg [vanaf de Zwarteweg/Muzenstraat] via de Heeren-gracht en het Plein naar het Binnenhof, kennelijk met de bedoeling om het Binnenhof op te trekken. De dubbelpost voor de ingang riep "Halt!" en gaf het bevel rechtsomkeert te maken. Toen daaraan niet onmid-dellijk voldaan werd, gingen de sabels uit de scheede en meteen zwermde uit de poort een detachement van twintig agenten in uniform, die de sabel trokken en een aantal rechercheurs, die al loopend hun gummistok te voorschijn haalden. [.....] Wie zich niet gauw genoeg uit de voeten maakte, kreeg het met de agenten te kwaad. Er zijn harde klappen uitgedeeld. [.....] De verkeersagent op de brug van de Heerengracht bleef rustig het verkeer regelen. Juist toen hij de armen uitspreidde kreeg hij een snee met een mes in de borst. [.....] De verkeersagent, die op de Heerengracht onverhoeds gestoken is, blijkt te zijn agent Baars, die twaalf jaar dienst doet bij de Verkeers-brigade. Hij heeft een diepe en breede wond in de hartstreek. Zijn toestand is niet zonder gevaar. De commissaris [.....] verzoekt eventueele getuigen [.....] zich bij hem te vervoegen. Naar wij gisteravond laat bij informatie vernamen is de toestand van de agent Baars (zie tekening*) zoo ernstig, dat men het noodig heeft geoordeeld de familie te waarschuwen. Men vreest voor zijn leven."

Omdat er bij Historiek twijfel is over de naam van de neergestoken politieagent, moet daar eerst maar eens helderheid over komen. Neergestoken worden is één ding, maar dan ook nog met de verkeerde naam in de krant komen, dat kan natuurlijk niet. 

Het meest eenvoudig is om in de burgerlijke stand te kijken en de geboorteakte op te zoeken. Omdat in de kranten de leeftijd van Baars of Baas vermeld wordt en ook zijn voorletter bekend is, levert het vinden van de juiste akte niet zoveel problemen op.

Geboorteakte van Hendrik Baas geb. te Huizen (NH) 23-6-1893

Vergelijking van deze akte met de akte van overlijden geeft de bevestiging dat dit de juiste akte is. En daarmee staat vast dat de neergestoken agent Baas heet, en geen Baars. Tot mijn verrassing is Baas afkomstig uit Huizen in het Gooi, een plaats waar ik nog ruim een jaar heb gewoond.

De familie Baas zit al een paar generaties in de vis maar met de afsluiting van de Zuiderzee, ook in 1932, ziet de toekomst van die sector er niet goed uit. Misschien is Hendrik om die reden bij de politie gegaan. Maar om het goed te maken is hij wel getrouwd met de dochter van een Scheveningse visser.

Fragmentgenealogie Baas

Generatie I

I.              Hendrik Baas, geb. te Huizen op 9 aug 1832, N.H, winkelier, ovl. te Huizen op 15 feb 1899, tr. te Huizen op 10 jun 1860 met Dirkje Wiesenekker, geb. te Huizen op 15 okt 1834, ovl. te Huizen op 10 mrt 1903. Uit dit huwelijk:

1.              Jan, geb. te Huizen op 15 nov 1869, ovl. te Huizen op 1 jul 1895, volgt II.

 Generatie II

II.             Jan Baas, zn. van Hendrik Baas (I) en Dirkje Wiesenekker, geb. te Huizen op 15 nov 1869, vischventer, winkelier, ovl. te Huizen op 1 jul 1895, tr. te Huizen op 11 mrt 1893 met Tijmentje Savert, dr. van Fredrik Savert (vischventer) en Jannetje Ruiter, geb. te Huizen op 7 nov 1869, ovl. na 1 jul 1895. Uit dit huwelijk:

1.              Hendrik, geb. te Huizen op 23 jun 1893, ovl. te 's‑Gravenhage op 23 sep 1932, volgt III.

 Generatie III

III.           Hendrik Baas, zn. van Jan Baas (II) en Tijmentje Savert, geb. te Huizen op 23 jun 1893, agent van politie, ovl. te 's‑Gravenhage op 23 sep 1932, begr. te 's‑Gravenhage op 27 sep 1932, tr. te 's‑Gravenhage op 7 mrt 1923 met Jacoba Harteveld, dr. van Dirk Jacobus Harteveld (visscher) en Jacoba Harteveld, geb. te Scheveningen op 23 jan 1898. Uit dit huwelijk:

1.              Hendrik Jan (Henkie), geb. te 's‑Gravenhage op 3 feb 1924.

Zoals al eerder in de krant gemeld, gaat het niet goed met Hendrik. Voordat hij komt te overlijden. verschijnen er nog wel berichten dat hij, bij een confrontatie in het ziekenhuis, de dader heeft aangewezen. Op 23 september, drie dagen na het incident, overlijdt hij. De familie plaatst deze rouwadvertentie in de krant.

Het is dan nog niet duidelijk dat de begrafenis van Baas enorme proporties zal aannemen. Of we dat, door de bril van heden, moeten zien als een signaal van de autoriteiten richting het (communistische) volk, ik weet het niet maar het zou best kunnen. De communisten zelf waren in ieder geval die mening wel toegedaan. 

Op de zondag voor de begrafenis wordt Baas in tenminste drie protestantse kerken herdacht. Zonder overdrijving kan gesteld worden dat duizenden mensen op de een of andere wijze getuige zijn geweest van de teraardebestelling met korpseer van Hendrik. Uit het hele land stromen op 27 september (30) politiedeputaties toe, wel 1600 man. Langs de route, die via het Hoofdbureau gaat, staan nog eens "ettelijke duizenden belangstellenden". In de stoet (zie foto hieronder***) twee politiemuziekkorpsen en vertegenwoordigers van de Koninklijke Marechaussée, de Rijksveldwacht en onderdelen van leger en marine. Ook aan bloemkransen (meer dan 40), notabelen en sprekers geen gebrek. 

Voorafgaand aan de begrafenis heeft de Haagse hoofdcommissaris Francois van 't Sant 'een bezoek van rouwbeklag' gebracht aan de weduwe. Dat deed hij uit naam van Koningin Wilhelmina.**

De stoet op de Kranenburgweg bij de Nieboerweg

In alle krantenartikelen worden de weduwe van Hendrik en kleine Henkie met geen woord genoemd. Je vraagt je af hoe dit ongetwijfeld imponerende, imposante geheel op hen is overgekomen.

Met de begrafenis is er nog geen eind gekomen aan deze geschiedenis, ook niet voor de weduwe. In de gemeenteraad vinden verhitte discussies plaats over de achterstelling van communisten (door de politie) en de bescherming van fascisten van de Nationale Unie. In de pers wordt gesproken over de moordaanslag op agent Baas terwijl ook de verdachte niet alleen met zijn initialen wordt genoemd maar ook voluit: J. van Bohemen (Hof van Delft, * 10 augustus 1890) met zijn leeftijd erbij.

Op 9 februari 1933 dient de zaak tegen de "sluipmoordenaar" voor de rechtbank aan het Lange Voorhout. Er is een demonstratie gepland door Internationale Roode Hulp, een aan de communisten gelieerde organisatie. De dagvaarding luidt primair dat Van B. opzettelijk heeft geprobeerd agent Baas van het leven te beroven. Er zijn acht getuigen à charge en negen à décharge. Volgens de journalist van Het Vaderland, maakt de verdachte "een zeer vrijmoedigen, om niet te zeggen brutalen indruk." De getuigen à charge zijn weinig consistent in hun uitspraken terwijl de getuigen à décharge de verdachte niet of onvoldoen-de herkennen. De wat onduidelijke verklaring van een politiecommissaris, aanwezig bij de identificatie van de verdachte door agent Baars in het zieken-huis, wordt door de verdediging geheel gefileerd. Niettemin eist de Officier van Justitie 15 jaar wegens doodslag en vraagt de verdediging vrijspraak. Tot vreugde van de aanwezigen op de tribune besluit de rechtbank de verdachte onmiddellijk in vrijheid te stellen wegens gebrek aan bewijs. Zij zal op 23 februari uitspraak doen. Naar aanleiding daarvan gaat de Officier in hoger beroep dat dient voor het hof op 27 mei en 9 juni 1933.

Gesteund door een nieuwe getuige, die verdachte heeft herkend en hem ook al eerder had ontmoet bij de Haagse controlewoningen****, komt de Officier nu tot een eis van 12 jaar. Voordat de pleidooien beginnen verrast de president de aanwezigen met de mededeling dat hij de situatie ter plaatse wil bekijken. Zo gezegd, zo gedaan, het gezelschap gaat naar het wachthuisje van de Blauwe Tram bij de Boschbrug***** en na een half uur is men weer terug (sic). Het pleidooi van de advocaten eindigt wederom in een verzoek om vrijspraak bij gebrek aan wettig en overtuigend bewijs. Op 21 juni wijst het Hof overeenkomstig vonnis, Johannes van Bohemen wordt vrijgesproken.

In augustus 1933 verzoekt Johannes om schadeloosstelling. Hij heeft per slot van rekening vastgezeten als verdachte van doodslag (in de krant heet dat nog steeds 'moord'). Maar zijn verzoek wordt 'niet ontvankelijk' verklaard. In mijn niet-juridische ogen een wat merkwaardige uitspraak omdat Van Bohemen de direkt betrokken partij in deze procedure was. Maar ja, er zullen nog meer juridische redenen zijn voor een niet-ontvankelijkverklaring.

Ook blijft natuurlijk de vraag hangen dat, wanneer Johannes niet de dader is geweest, wie het dan wel gedaan heeft. Maar van enig politie-onderzoek daar-naar heb ik niets kunnen vinden.

Een jaar na de dood van Hendrik Baas legt een deputatie van de politie nog een krans op zijn graf. En dat was dan de historie van een eerzame verkeersagent. Het kan verkeren...

Duidelijk is dat Baas niet aktief heeft deelgenomen aan het herstellen van de openbare orde, zoals dat zo mooi heet. In ieder geval gaat hij nu onder zijn eigen naam de geschiedenis in. En dat was de aanleiding om dit blog te schrijven.

* Tekening overgenomen uit de Haagsche Courant van 23-9-1932

** Deze vertrouwensman van Wilhelmina had ook als taak de affaires van haar man uit de wereld te helpen. Tijdens de oorlog was hij in Londen haar particulier secretaris en hoofd van de Nederlandse geheime dienst.

*** Foto overgenomen uit de Haagsche Courant van 27-9-1932

**** Tot 1 november 1927 is Andreas Miebies daar directeur van geweest. Zou hij Van Bohemen gekend hebben?

***** Dat was in de buurt van de Hertenkamp.

The last home page

Having recorded all the houses I lived in a few years ago, it is about time that I do the same for my wife and complete the number of posts on this subject.
Although she likes to see herself as a Loosduinen native, the truth is that she, like me, was born in The Hague. It is likely that her place of birth was caused by the fact that the Netherlands was suffering under German occupation. During WW2 about 8000 houses in The Hague have been demolished to allow for the construction of the Atlantikwall, the German line of defense against an invasion of British and allied troops. So when people married, there was no guarantee that there was a house available for the newly weds. That was also the case when my parents in law got married in 1942. My wife's father was the eldest son of a family with 14 (!) children, the last one being born in that very same year 1942. It will be no surprise that there was no space left in that house to accommodate another family in the making.
Although the parents of my mother-in-law did not live in spacious circumstances either, there apparently was some space left there for the happy couple to live in. It was smack in the middle of the working-class district called Transvaal.

Kockstraat, The Hague

My parents-in-law got married on Oct. 28, 1942 and ten months later, on Aug. 29, 1943 their daughter Adriana came to life. They lived in the 4th portico on the 2nd floor, number 81. Eight months after this event the now family of three moved to nearby 11 Kritzingerstraat where they had a home all to themselves. It was May 4, 1944.

Kritzingerstraat, The Hague

The house was on the 1st floor near the lamppost on the right hand side of the street. At the time my father-in-law was a laborer in the rubber factory Vredestein in Loosduinen. Their main product was tyres. He also worked as a stoker in the horticulture where mainly tomatoes were grown. Although the distance to his work was not very significant, a couple of miles, having a house in Loosduinen was preferable. But they had to wait until a couple of months after the war to get a house there. On Sept. 29, 1945 they moved to 37 Evertsenstraat*. The house is beyond the lamppost on the left.

Evertsenstraat, Loosduinen

Here my wife spent her youth with her grandparents and most of their 14 children living very nearby on number 33.

Festivities in the Evertsenstraat approx. 1947

During the post-war years often there were festivities in the Evertsenstraat and the streets adjacent thereto. The above picture shows "front runners" (f.l.t.r.) Riet Orie, Sonja Orie (both aunts of my wife), Adriana Orie en Corrie Duijvestein, a girl living next door.
The last house Adriana, better known today as Jeanne, lived in before she married, was also situated in Loosduinen, in the street formerly known as Kijkduinsestraat. Today this is the Pisuissestraat named after a well known singer and comedian who was murdered in Amsterdam in 1927.

Pisuissestraat, Loosduinen

Around July/August 1963 the family moved into a newly built apartment building. Number 88 was theirs. It is on the first floor to the very right. From her bedroom Jeanne could see where her fiancé lived in the next block. And from there on (1965) they happily lived together.

* Today the name is Stadstuinen

Photo credits:
Festivities: private collection
All others: http://www.haagsebeeldbank.nl/

Today...

G.Th. de Langen - A. Doelman
The Hague, Dec. 27, 1916

Voor de tekst in het Nederlands, zie na de Engelse tekst
Today 97 years ago my maternal grandparents got married. At the time my grandfather Gerardus Theodorus de Langen was 28 years old. Granny, her name was Antje Doelman, was four years younger. Their marriage lasted for almost 51 years. It came to an end when grandpa died on Oct. 20, 1967. 
Unfortunately I have no information about the wedding itself. I know it took place in The Hague but where it was celebrated I have no clue. Also the guest list vanished in the mist of history. However, it is more than likely that the persons mentioned in the marriage certificate participated in the festivities. Those were:

• the parents of the groom: Jan de Langen and Johanna Margaretha van den Bosch



Marriage certificate

• the father of the bride: Pieter Doelman

and the two witnesses:

• the brother of the groom: Bruno Jan de Langen
• the stepbrother of the bride: Anton Mattheus Warendorff

The official marriage took place in the town hall located at the Groenmarkt. It is probable that right after the official ceremony they went to the nearby studio of photographer C.J.L. Vermeulen at 11 Toussaintkade where their official wedding picture was taken. 

During the early months of their marriage the couple lived at the Hoefkade, a little south of the city center.

In 1903 grandpa started to work for a central procurement organization called Eigen Hulp. In 1916 he was still there making a career in the accounting department. 

As was normal in those days grandma's career was at home. She truly managed the household and the finances pertaining thereto. All income and expenses were recorded in a booklet. The first entry dates from December 28, 1916, one day after her marriage took place.

Record of household income and expenses Dec. 28-30, 1916

Although Grandma does not provide insight in what she bought, she shows how much she spends in the various shops on a daily basis. It is always fun to see the prices of the various articles of almost a century ago, right in the middle of the Great War. (To avoid misunderstandings, the Netherlands did not participate in this war but many people from Belgium fled to the low countries.)

Expenses December 28:

Grocer (kruidenier) 2 guilders and 24½ cents

Butcher (slager) 65 cents

Coal and peat (kolen en turf) 1 guilder 35 cents

Oil fuel (olie) 12 cents

Baker (bakker) 20½ cents

Milk (melk) 13 cents

Potatoes and vegetables (aardappels en groenten) 26½ cents 

Glassware (glas) 11 cents

To give you an impression of the value of the Dutch guilder then, I'll convert some of these amounts into US$ and UK£. In those days US$ 1.00 = UK£ 0.20 = Dutch guilder 2.40.

So for the grocer Grandma paid a little less than a dollar or UK£ 0.19. And the butcher received the royal amount of $ 0.27 or  £ 0.05. (My apologies for not using shillings and pence.)

Although all this bookkeeping may seem a little childish, for Grandma it was a method to control expenses and save money. In the late thirties she surprised my grandfather with the news that she had saved enough money to buy a house! And so they did. I believe they paid some 5.000 Dutch guilders for the house shown below on the right hand side. Now, if that is not an economical housewife, I don't know who is!

14-18 Mispelstraat, The Hague

Nederlandse tekst
Vandaag zouden de grootouders van mijn moeders kant 97 jaar getrouwd zijn. Dat zou wel een unicum geweest zijn maar dat hebben ze niet gehaald. Hoewel, bijna 51 jaar is ook een mooie tijd! Toen mijn Oma en Opa trouwden waren ze 24 en 28 jaar oud. Ik heb helaas geen informatie over de (plaats van de) bruiloft, noch over de genodigden. Maar aangenomen mag worden dat de mensen die in de trouwakte genoemd staan, er in ieder geval bij zijn geweest. Dat zijn:

• de ouders van de bruidegom: Jan de Langen en Johanna Margaretha van den Bosch
• de vader van de bruid: Pieter Doelman
en de twee getuigen:
• de broer van de bruidegom: Bruno Jan de Langen en
• de stiefbroer van de bruid: Anton Mattheus Warendorff

Het burgerlijk huwelijk vond plaats in het toenmalige stadhuis aan de Groenmarkt. Dat is niet zo gek ver verwijderd van de fotostudio van J.C.L. Vermeulen aan de Toussaintkade 11. Daar werd de "officiële" huwelijksfoto gemaakt (zie helemaal bovenaan).

In die eerste maanden van hun huwelijk woonde het paar aan de Hoefkade. Grootvader werkte toen al sinds 1903 op de administratie van Eigen Hulp, een inkooporganisatie voor o.a. kruideniersartikelen met eigen winkels voornamelijk in het Haagse. Opa zou later hoofd van de administratie worden. Thuis zwaaide Oma de scepter. Daar moet niet al te veel betekenis aan gehecht worden maar zij bestierde wel het huishouden. Alle inkomsten en uitgaven werden vastgelegd in haar huishoudboekje. De eerste aantekeningen daarin dateren van 28 december, twee dagen na het huwelijk. Via mijn moeder heb ik de hand op het boekje weten te leggen. Hoewel Oma niet aantekende wat en hoeveel ze kocht, is het toch leuk om te zien hoe de dagelijkse uitgaven toen (halverwege de Eerste Wereldoorlog) lagen.

Kruidenier 2 gulden en 24½ cent (tegen de koers van de euro zou dat € 1,02 zijn)

Slager 65 cent (€ 0,30)

Kolen en turf 1 gulden 35 cent (€ 0,61)

Olie 12 cent (€ 0,05)

Bakker 20½ cent (€ 0,09)

Melk 13 cent (€ 0,06)

Aardappels en groenten 26½ cent (€ 0,12)

Glas 11 cent (€ 0.05)

Zeker met deze getallen klinkt het vandaag-de-dag allemaal wat kinderachtig om zo de uitgaven bij te houden maar voor Oma werkte dat prima. En ze wist er ook nog van te sparen. Aan het eind van de dertiger jaren kon ze Opa, tot zijn verrassing, meedelen dat ze genoeg gespaard had om een huis te kopen. Daar had ze dan wel zo'n 20 jaar over gedaan, maar toch, petje af. Het verhaal wil dat Opa geen idee had dat zoiets tot de mogelijkheden behoorde. Vervolgens kochten ze voor 5.000,= gulden het huis Mispelstraat 18 in Den Haag (zie foto) waar ze tot in de vijfiger jaren zijn blijven wonen.
Het moge duidelijk zijn dat Opa en Oma niet meer onder ons zijn maar ik bewaar de allerbeste herinneringen aan ze! 

Another home page

In the first post on this subject, Home! Sweet Home!, I told you about my motivation to show all the houses I ever lived in. In short, if I don't record my personal history my great great grandchildren certainly can't find it. The last house I told you about in the second post, was the one in The Hague-Loosduinen. It was also the last house where I lived before I got married. After our wedding party we moved to the neighboring city of Rijswijk, to the house where our son was born in 1967. Rijswijk is also the city where my mother was born. So you could say it was kind of coming home again. We lived there from October 29, 1965 to some time in June 1967.

526 Huis te Landelaan, Rijswijk (ZH)

It is the apartment on the first floor, right in the middle of the picture. It has the brown planters. Shortly before we moved there, I joined KLM Royal Dutch Airlines in The Hague. But some time in 1966 they moved their HQ from the Plesmanweg to Schiphol Airport. So we started looking for a house in that vicinity. But before going there we spent a few months in the house of my parents-in-law in Loosduinen. That was from June to August 15, 1967.

88 Pisuissestraat, Den Haag-Loosduinen

This street is also pictured in the previous post. But I took this picture almost 50 years later, the changes are evident. 

372 Rembrandtweg, Amstelveen

On August 15, 1967 we moved to Amstelveen situated just a few miles east of Schiphol. KLM was very instrumental in finding this house. It was a socalled maisonnette consisting of two floors. The lower floor (with the purple windows) was situated on the corner, right above the red car. Our daughter was born there in 1970. We lived there very happily until February 1, 1988 when we bought a house elsewhere in Amstelveen. That made this house the last one we rented. And in the beginning in 1967 it was not a cheap house. I remember that the rent amounted to over 35% of my salary then. But that was Amstelveen for you. Its image then was that of a very prosperous village, the cause probably being the circumstance that KLM pilots were all living there. But by that time that was already history. However, while the crews had moved elsewhere, the price levels were there to stay...

To  be continued

Photo dates
Huis te Landelaan, Sep. 5, 2011
Pisuissestraat, Aug. 24, 2011
Rembrandtweg, Sep. 10, 2011

More homely houses

Houses damaged by the 1953 flood

Last week I started this series about all the houses I ever lived in. It started with the house where I was born in 1944. The last one shown then, in fact it was number 6, brought us to 1953. That was the year large parts of southwest Netherlands were flooded. As a consequence thereof close to 2,000 people died during the night of February 1, 1953. During the morning of that very same day my mother told me that I would be living with a family in a place called Huizen. It is situated on the borders of the IJsselmeer in the middle of the country. 

133 Nieuw Bussumerweg, Huizen

I lived there for about a year from August 1953 to September 1954. It was a fairly large house but so was the G. family living there. It consisted of 4 boys, 3 girls and their parents of course. I remember I had a great time there but after a year my stay came to an end.

46 Mimosastraat, Den Haag

We are still talking about the period less than ten years after WW2. The housing situation in Holland was such that it was quite common for two families to share a single house. And for us this situation was no different. So my mother obtained a floor in a house owned by acquaintances, Mr. and Mrs.  Van W-D. van L. The house was situated in the part of The Hague called Bohemen. It was just a ten minute bike ride away from coastal Kijkduin where my father and grandparents lived before the war. The Mimosastraat house was our residence between September 1954 and early 1958. It is the house in the middle with the two lamps switched on. We lived on the second floor.

10 Tramstraat, Den Haag-Loosduinen

And then finally, 13 years after the war, my mother managed to get a house all to herself and to her two sons. Again this house was very close to Kijkduin and the North Sea beach. It was situated in the former village of Loosduinen, now part of The Hague. We lived in the house with the white curtains on the second floor from early 1958 until September 1963.
For me this was a very happy move because here I met the girl who is still my wife today. That memorable event took place during the first half of 1959. 

124 Pisuissestraat, Den Haag-Loosduinen

In 1963 new apartments were built just around the corner from where we lived. This opportunity was too good to be true, a new house with an acceptable rent! So we moved again. Our house is in the block to the very left and just out of sight. I lived there until the day I married on October 29, 1965. Until that same date my future bride lived  in the block that is pictured so prominently here. Her parents lived on the first floor to the very right. Together we moved to the neighboring city of Rijswijk.

To be continued

Photo credits
'Damaged houses' taken from Wikipedia
'Pisuissestraat' has been scanned from a picture postcard I have
The color pictures have been taken by myself on April 11, 2012, Jan. 18, 2012 and Feb. 22, 2007 resp.

Home! Sweet Home!

Digging in the past may be regarded as the genealogist's core business. The older the document or the source, the better. But generally genealogists tend to forget that recording contemporary data is equally important. If you want to enable your great grandson to find out all kinds of interesting details about his great grandparents, you have to enable him to do so. In other words we have to write down our own, contemporary history. And history not only consists of stories, also material objects such as cars and houses are part of that. Therefore, in this blog I have already paid attention to e.g. the aircraft types I flew in during my professional life and the cars we owned as a family. Now I like to highlight the houses that we lived in. I'll start with my birth home and after having completed all the houses (my wife and) I lived in, there will be posts showing my wife's domiciles.
OK, here we go, back to The Hague in 1944.

661 Laan van Meerdervoort, The Hague

During WW2 there was a maternity hospital in this house. It was named Huize Margaretha (Margaretha's home). According to stories of my mother it was not a paragon of hygiene. I stayed there from Jan. 25 to approx Feb. 5, 1944. Shortly after I developed chicken-pox, a desease you are only entitled to when you are at least about 1,5-2 years old.

18 Mispelstraat, The Hague

After 10 days or so I moved to the nearby house of my grandparents. Although my father and mother lived in Apeldoorn at the time, my mother decided to have me in The Hague. We stayed there from approx Feb. 5 until some time after Mar. 26, 1944. Number 18 is the house with the horizontal brace drawn underneath it. The handwriting is my grandmother's.

6 Parkweg, Apeldoorn
The Parkweg is currently named Prof. Röntgenstraat

My father was a civil servant working for the Home Office. Earlier during the war the Germans ordered this government body, together with the Ministry of Justice, to be transferred from The Hague to Apeldoorn in the eastern part of the country. We lived in the house of two elderly ladies named Bakker. My stay there lasted from some time after Mar. 26, 1944 to the end of June 1945 when my mother and I moved back to The Hague.

18 Mispelstraat, The Hague

As a consequence of the war there was a large shortage of houses. So initially there was hardly any other possibility but to live with my grandparents again. Taking into consideration the circumstances I am sure that they did not mind this at all, to the contrary! We lived there from June 1945 until sometime prior to Sep. 27, 1946 when we were assigned a house in the Goudreinetstraat.

614 Goudreinetstraat, The Hague

Our house was the second ground floor house from the left, just after the portico. For reasons unknown to me, we went back to my grandparents house in the Mispelstraat around August 1949. So we stayed there close to 3 years. The Goudreinetstraat house was then taken by my father's sister and her family. They lived in with my grandparents from Sep. 27, 1946 until approx 1,5 year later. No doubt all this moving back and forth had to do with difficult housing situation at the time.

18 Mispelstraat, The Hague (green front door)

This time I spent some 4 years on this address, the house of my grandparents. I remember my grandmother telling us that they bought this house prior to WW2 for the impressive sum of 5,000 Dutch Guilders. Converted to euro's that was approx € 2,250 then and some € 46,000 today. Measured by today's standards, that was a cheap house. Current prices for similar houses in that part of The Hague are in the range of € 300,000. Speaking of a bubble...

To be continued

Photo credits
Home Sweet Home www.pandurohobby.de
Laan van Meerdervoort Google
Mispelstraat (1): blogger collection
Parkweg: blogger picture Sep. 23, 2011
Mispelstraat (2) Beeldbank, Den Haag
Goudreinetstraat Beeldbank, Den Haag
Mispelstraat (3) Google

Hello Bandoeng

The post title is the here well known beginning of a 1929 song written by Dutch singer Willy Derby. I am not sure it is still well known today but it certainly was when present day Indonesia was a Dutch colony: the Dutch East Indies (DEI). 
The rather sentimental song is about a mother in Holland calling her dearly missed son in Bandoeng, a large city on the island of Java and over 15,000 kilometers away. In 1979/1980 Soerabaja (also situated on Java) born singer Wieteke van Dort was responsible for a revival of the song. 
In those days making a phone call was an arduous undertaking. I remember when my grandparents wanted to make a call to their daughter in the DEI, a PTT-van* with a transmitter came to their house in The Hague. It was then "flooded" with all kinds of kinds of cables, wires and phones and after hours of preparation the call came into being. I am talking around 1950 now.
This was not the first time for them to communicate with members of the family 

Meinsje Doelman in
Balikpapan (DEI)

in the DEI. My grandmother Antje de Langen-Doelman (1892-1984) had a younger brother and sister who both lived in the East Indies long before WW2. Her sister was Meinsje (Mies) Doelman (1900-1973). She was married to Jan (Bob) Wemmers (1898-1976). He was employed by oil company Shell and a.o. they lived in Balikpapan on the island of Borneo. During WW2 Jan was interned by the Japanese in one of their not so nice camps. His stay there was registered on the card below. Prior to his internment the couple lived in 22 Sawohlaan, Batavia. Later he was transported from the camp to Burma where he was forced to work on the infamous Burma -Thailand railroad. You may remember the movie called Bridge on the River Kwai a.o. starring Sir Alec Guinness and William Holden. Jan survived the railroad but if I remember well, his health was affected.

Japanese camp registration of Jan Wemmers

The brother, Cornelis Doelman (1895-1983), lived in Batavia (currently Jakarta), capital of the DEI. He was a supervisor of poly technical educational institutions in the East Indies. His Belgium born wife Lea Eulalia Hortensia Libert (1896-1983) was with him ever since they moved there after their marriage in 1921.
During the very early stages of WW2 it was possible to send letters from Holland to the DEI. I have one written by Pieter Doelman (1864-1942). He was the father of Antje, Cornelis and Meinsje. At the time he lived in Antje's house on 18 Mispelstraat, The Hague. On May 30, 1940 he wrote about the surrender of Holland and Belgium and about the bombing of Rotterdam ("26,000 houses destroyed"). Also about a relative who was killed in action during the German invasion.  
But apparently the possibility to communicate by mail was stopped a few months

Red Cross message form

later. That is no surprise as obviously the Germans did not allow any connections by air nor by ship. However, there was still the Red Cross. They provided a kind of Short Message Service avant la lettre. There was a maximum of 25 words. On this form Cornelis informs his father in Holland that the DEI family is okay. The date is Oct. 17, 1940. At the time Cornelis is living in 31 Sawohlaan, Batavia, the same street where his sister Meinsje and her husband lived or had been living. The back of this form was used for the return message. The reply was dated Jan. 7, 1941 suggesting a transportation time for these forms of more than 75 days.
Today we live in a world of almost instant communication possibilities anywhere. We have our mobile/cell phones enabling us to call, to WhatsApp, to ping, to SMS and what have you. And in case you are out of reach of 3G and even 4G networks, there is always the satellite phone. For youngsters such as our grandchildren it may be good to know that it wasn't always like this. People wrote letters that took a month or more to reach their destination. People did not have phones in their homes, one had to go to the Post Office to place a call to a neighboring city. International calls? Call the international operator please; they would return the call when the connection was made. All these changes came about in the course of the last 60, 70 years. But it is good to realize that the world wasn't always as near and as small as it is today.

*PTT is short for Post, Telephone and Telegraph, the governmental provider of all these services.