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I was born in Amsterdam, Holland in April 10, 1939, just before the start of WWII, my parents were married on January 4th, 1939 and No I was NOT a pre mature baby.
We came through the war with our family in tact on the outside, however, I was pretty scarred on the inside, which, if I would not have found the Lord later in my life, I would have gone through life pretty unaware of all my inner turmoil. I came to know Him at 35, but I will talk about that later on...
The first thing I remember really was that where we had lived on our own in a little apartment downstairs, that included a tiny cellar and a garden on the west side of Amsterdam, my mom and dad fled this place, and we moved in with my aunt and uncle on the east-side of the city. My aunt had a tiny place on the east-side which we shared at first with my aunt and uncle, my father and mother and me..
And I remember the FEAR, FEAR, FEAR... Amsterdam had been heavily bombed during the war and at the west side location bombs had been falling as close as on the next street over from our place.
Then the next thing I remembered was the war was over and it seemed that all of Amsterdam was running in the streets on May 5th to celebrate, there was a lot to celebrate, the Swedish planes were dropping food in our parks for the people to just take and all of a sudden there was food to eat, they had filled the packages with ham and white bread and everyone got enough to eat. It was awesome. My mom and dad got a place of their own 2 doors down from my aunt, for in the last two years of the war, my mom had two more daughters and my aunt had a daughter of her own.
Meanwhile the celebrations were going on and on, people were dancing in the street and taking revenge at the same time on the people they felt had collaborated with the Germans, it was a very confusing time for most people, but especially for a 6 year old who came out of this was displaced from her own home, living with family and in a little more than a year had two more sisters and a niece.
Fear was now gone we could have music in the streets and dancing and people could freely walk everywhere without being afraid..
Growing up for the most part was confusing in a very different way. I was now 6 years old and it was time for me to start school... Right on the corner where I lived was an elementary school, that was christian and there I went to school, because it was convenient... At home I had my mom being a former catholic and my dad a self proclaimed atheist.
