Many times I have told my little stories about my experiences as a young girl in the Netherlands during World War II.
I cannot remember from day to day what happened but I can remember some fragments of that period in my life.
It is now time to put these stories down, so they will be preserved for my heirs.
I dedicate this page to the youngest one in my family, my granddaughter Kristi, in the hope that in some time in her life she will read them and pass them on to her family.