My oldest important memory.
It was on a beautiful sunny morning, probably the first week of May 1945, when my parents took me outside to look at the sky.
Many, many plains flew over the village were I used to live in the Netherlands.
The only thing that could fly in my little world were butterflies and flies. This was totally different, those flies were huge and made a deafening noise.. .. The sky seamed to rumble.
You could see the people in the plains.
My mother told me: they are Tommies. Many, many years I believed the word for a plain was tommy.
Almost 10 years later I realized what I have seen that beautiful morning in May:
British bombers on their way back home after bombing German cities and industry to make an end on the terrible second world war. I was almost 3 years old then.
My mother spinning wool on the spinning-wheel and cooking on a wood-stove.
The milk which boiled over the stove and my mother angry and cleaning up that mess.
I remember the smell :(
The odour of sheep wool, hanging in that little kitchen day after day. I still like the odour of unwashed sheep wool.
After the WW 2, there was nothing left in the shops to make clothes of. So, all my clothes were made of homespun, knitted sheep wool. My underwear, socks, dresses, even my bathing-suit! When it became wet, it became twice as large as it was dry ;))
Below a photo of my little sister and me which I will use in a CQ block.