Dogs

As I was playing with our dog Beke along the Boterdiep in Beijum in the early 80s, I was suddenly shouted at by a cyclist from the other side of the canal“Animal abuser!” I looked up, disturbed. It was Uncle…
As I was playing with our dog Beke along the Boterdiep in Beijum in the early 80s, I was suddenly shouted at by a cyclist from the other side of the canal“Animal abuser!” I looked up, disturbed. It was Uncle…
Men from previous generations of Schoonveld are not known for experimenting with food. The anecdote goes that Grandpa Willem stayed with us on Ameland. He was used to getting brown beans on Mondays. My mother was not averse to teasing…