I wanted to have a book written because I want to let people share a little more of the great wonder that happened to me in life.

I have met special people, the first being of course my parents, brothers and younger sister. Apart from my immediate family, I met many other special people in my life with whom I associated. I was formed with all the people around me.
Early in my life the important question arose: For what purpose had I come here on earth?

It was not until my late forties that I received a clear answer to this question. Because it was for my image of: “ACTUAL LOVE!” After all, we live in a world full of wonders.

We have received our life and we can also say that we have received it from a Spiritual Father who stands for Real Love. In order to express ourselves, we received from this Spiritual Father 4 different forms of communication.

And if we look closely at those 4 different forms of communication, then we also end up with 4 different forms that we can call forms in the art of living.

People create images in their mental lives,
they move and/or moved, sometimes all over the world,
they use words to express themselves
and connect with that which represents the sound of their heart.

So that's how I came up with the 4 different artistic expressions that I focus on in my life. These are 4 forms with which every person expresses himself to a greater or lesser extent. And it is therefore not about the world as I happen to see it, but about the world as we will all experience it as unique people and in which people express themselves or express themselves in true love.

When man has become really successful, then he can find satisfaction + real meaning in his life. The extent to which REAL LOVE is present here will always be leading.

Four Expressions in Art

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Regular questions for me were:

- How do I get through life?

- What obstacles or difficult situations did I have to face?

- How do I see the world around me

- How does "the world" react to me?

- What is "the world" anyway?

- And what does "the world" do to me?

- What or who touches me?

- What am I struggling with in my life?

- And what gives me the great strength in my life?

Human communication consists of words, sounds, movements and images.

I have studied these 4 forms of communication a lot

I have also done a lot  in the theatre,  I like to paint or draw, I have always enjoyed teaching  and setting up my own projects.

I met many special people who often died
This book should give an impression of how I see "the world"  and how I will deal with it.

My young years
Grandpa and grandma on the father's side
Grandpa and Grandma on my mother's side
Youth and more
Study time
The theater family I was in
The faith
The Hartenkrant
Foundation Bando
Hannah
My care and education work
Bun art
paintings
The EP-PHONE (the music phone)
The  HIWI-DRAWING (story drawing)
The PHOTO-DRAWING (photo drawing)
PIET & CAMEL DOG (2 puppets: the boss & the slave)
Two websites for 2 special lures that I got to know
Working life
Present
Poems

My young years
I was born on August 31, 1957 in Assen and grew up in Leeuwarden with two older brothers and that was actually very nice. Later a brother and a sister were added. The three of us had many adventures and were both loved and a nuisance in the neighborhood where we lived. I have sometimes used the term: 'Boefjes van De Groot', but I preferred not to use it above this chapter, even though people in the neighborhood sometimes called us that. We were more than that.

The neighborhood where we lived was at the Hagendoornplein in Leeuwarden. Close to a small shipyard called 'Schildkampen'. The wharf had a small harbor with a candy store and boats dancing on the water. We regularly walked there on Sundays with the whole family.

As a child we always found Sundays terribly boring, because many friends had to go to church and were not allowed to play outside. Fortunately, that obligation never existed in our home. Both my parents were both raised Christians, but during the war it turned out that most of the denominations had become extinct - and both my parents turned against that too. My parents preferred to listen to our psychologist friends who were neighbors and with whom they had a very close relationship. Unfortunately, one of those psychologists (neighbor Pim from the Bilgaard neighborhood) committed suicide and another neighbor (from the Westeinde neighborhood) was very happy to show us Robert Long's record with the then very popular song "Jesus saves". Not only Jews were murdered en masse, gays, gypsies and the mentally handicapped also had to be murdered under the approval of several denominations. People often did not find support in their so-called denominations to really oppose this.

I found this song so catchy that I wanted to learn it completely by heart at the time.

It was only when I came to understand what could have gone wrong within all those denominations that I discovered the very great value of the Bible. Strangely enough, through an intensive and much needed study in my own heart, I came to the true essence of truly wonderful Bible stories that are not just stories. Strangely enough, my biggest revelation was initially made known by 2 very special art teachers whom I wanted to give a heart newspaper. Teachers who both will not have had any knowledge of this. But I also sought out people from my heart for the various arts and I heard from people who were really at the top of the arts their explanation, which was able to offer me a lot of revelation. Struck by the radio, I even wanted to interview and very much like to speak to the then radio preacher Nico ter Linden. Nico ter Linden was a very special person and when I wanted to buy his children's Bible, I even wanted to form his own Bible group with artists. Unfortunately, his lyrics were too free for denominational followers and the group soon fell apart. In any case, I was very touched by his children's bible  and because my father was a real storyteller, I gave him the 3-part children's bible as a gift on his 80th birthday. It had become a beautifully illustrated bible that I even wanted to lend for a while to someone with whom I would also like to do something with theater from the city of Zoetermeer. This was Laurens de Groot, a very nice actor from Zoetermeer with whom I would have liked to work. Unfortunately, he was offered a lot of television work and barely had time to start something with me with Bible stories. I then wanted to ask him back for the children's Bible. I think Laurens still regularly plays bad times in good times.\. At that time, however, he was very busy with a children's Bible that he wanted to produce in collaboration with an artist.

What was also fun for us as children was looking for bullet casings. They were often near the two humps in the otherwise flat land.

The barrel organ with us on the square was always a party for me. I loved it when the barrel organ man led his horse into our street. All those beautiful sounds, the moving figures and sometimes I was even allowed to ride along. At those moments I was the king too rich. I was also sometimes allowed to ride with the milkman and the greengrocer to the final stop or the wholesaler. I did this together with my boyfriend Martin de Boer who not only had an electric train at home, but where his sister Fenna had a real 'lift-pick-up' where you could place different gramophone records on top of each other. At home we had a race track with toy cars and Meccano as toys, but I also liked to play with Martin's trains. We also sometimes watched the television program Swiebertje together.

My mother has yearned for forests all her life – she missed the forests around Utrecht where she grew up until her death. She didn't like Friesland and her flat, barren land, no, she really loved forests, the smell, the blowing branches, the silence!

It was not her choice to live in Friesland with all its meadows full of cows and sheep, but she followed her husband who had a job there. She thought it was important that we also gain her forest experience and often directed us to holidays in wooded areas. Our first holiday went to Baarn, we rented a house in the back of the garden of people who lived there. Later we all went camping in a (bungalow) tent in Arnhem. Sometimes we were brought because we didn't have a car ourselves. The first car my father bought was a red Ford Taunus station wagon.

At the campsite in Arnhem (camping Arnhem) there was often something organized with folk dances. As a little boy I loved that very much and we were allowed to dance ourselves twice a week and I loved that. It was the combination of music and movement that I was already very touched by and really loved. I also remember the quests in the dark that were organized there. Fluorescent pointer arrows were used to show us the way. I have very fond memories of all these experiences!

We certainly didn't have it wide at home and we soon learned how we as children could earn our own money. For example, by returning garbage cans that had been on the street to the people they belonged to. We lived in a three-story apartment building with no elevator. That disability meant that we could earn extra money by returning garbage cans to the people who lived on the third and fourth floors. We often received a small amount of money for this, sometimes one or two dimes, but very occasionally even three dimes or in exceptional cases even two quarters. I always did this together with my brother Carlo. When school was out, we didn't know how quickly we had to get home and be the first to return those bins to the people. It was business and ran like clockwork. Sometimes we earned a few guilders a morning that way.

Garbage cans were a source of entertainment anyway because we also used them as drums and then we started singing. And I mean sing really loud!

The neighborhood soon called us: De Boefjes De Groot. But luckily we remained their little princes (father) and their dolls (mother) for our parents.

Our interest in music did mean that my parents – when we were older – allowed us each to choose a musical instrument. Peter and I chose a guitar and Carlo took drums. Carlo played in a band, Peter mainly made music with his friends. I myself was part of the school band: Los Ballos.

Around Christmas time we were able to fully live up to our name as rascals, because then it was time for the big Christmas tree robbery. Together with friends from the neighborhood we made a guarded place for Christmas trees that we appropriated. They were real robberies. Our goal was to collect as many Christmas trees as possible, which we then threw in a big pile to set them on fire and set off fireworks. But there were other groups from other neighborhoods who did the same and sometimes you had to fight each other to get as many Christmas trees as possible.

So when a Christmas tree was thrown from a balcony again, we were there like the chickens to get it first. It was actually just a bit of a war time you could say. That may sound a bit contradictory Christmas and wartime, but it was, but it was mainly entertainment. We more than lived up to our reputation as rascals by getting into mischief all the time. If there was a Solex somewhere - at that time they were not yet locked - we were quick to drive a circle. The milkman's cart was also confiscated by my brother in order to drive it around the square. An angry, screaming milkman ran after it. We also caught tadpoles and frogs in the so-called frog ditch with a landing net we made with mom's nylons. My parents had a bicycle shed and we were allowed to use that bicycle shed as a playground. We kids quickly turned it into a den of robbers. Mom and Dad were all fine, it was important to them that we enjoyed ourselves and had adventures in our own way. My father in particular thought it was important that we were given every opportunity to be creative and to experiment with adventurous freedom. We had to experience adventure, he thought, because he had also experienced that as great in his youth. I am really grateful to them for that, because your childhood is such an important moment in your life. Our den of robbers also had competitors. Neighbor children also made a den of robbers and we fought ' wars ' and expeditions of conquest. Sometimes someone was captured, for example my brother Peter. A cousin of Ronny Dirksen – the greengrocer's son – had gagged him, so we had to free him. The whole imprisonment and gagging made a big impression on both Peter and me because we were so strongly confronted with doing violence to someone. To dress our den we went to the Bilgaard garbage dump. Here we found all kinds of usable junk. When the streets in our neighborhood were paved again, there were piles of stones. We – and other children – made a kind of fort out of those stones and then pelted each other with stones. I stuck my head above our wall and of course got a stone against my head right away. You can still see the scar. Then they reacted angrily to me. “So why didn't I stay behind the wall!” “We will fight for you. We weren't hit, were we? It's your own stupid fault that you got that rock in the head," they said. There was a boat in the harbor that seemed to belong to no one. A gardener who was working there told me we could have it. I had told my brothers that again and so we went sailing in the harbour. But the police thought differently about that 'permission' and the three of us had to go to the police station. Arrested for theft!

When we moved to a new housing estate, a lot changed. We had to get to know our environment again. We lived in a neighborhood where houses resembled square blocks of blocks. That's why we decided to build a square hut next to our house that we wanted to turn into a den of robbers again. Unfortunately, we soon had to tear down our den again. In a new housing estate, our structure was too disruptive for the neighbourhood.

There was a community building in the neighborhood where we now lived and we were invited to do something there in our spare time. We were more or less offered the building and were even allowed to come up with a name for it.
The social worker there was Jan Zilverentant. He gave us free rein in coming up with activities. Watching movies, organizing dance afternoons, organizing parties and relaxing with a drink: it was all possible. He taught me how important it is for adults to articulate children's wishes and translate them into action and activities.

When I was fifty I visited Jan Zilverentant in Dordrecht, where he lived. I told him how fantastic I thought our youth was and his role in it. We remained friends until his death. I am still in contact with his daughters.

Jeroen and Annemarieke

My grandfather and grandmother of my father's side

My grandfather and grandfather on my father's side had a family with five children, 4 sons and 1 daughter and lived in Gouda when my father was born. My father was the third child. From my life I can remember that my grandfather had a cigar shop. During the Second World War it was very difficult for my grandfather to get enough money and food. Especially the so-called "hunger winter" was a terrible time for them. The Hunger Winter in the Netherlands was the winter at the end of the Second World War from 1944 to 1945 with a great scarcity of food and fuel. It led to famine, particularly in the cities of the western Netherlands. At least 20,000 people died of starvation and cold. The grandfather I was actually named after was at his wits' end at the time. How was he supposed to get food. He has been persuaded to join the secret SS and has wanted to see this as a remedy. When his wife, my grandmother (Sarah Rebecca) who was of Jewish descent, found out about this, she thought this was really terrible. All her courage sank into her shoes and she really didn't want to live anymore after this very big shock. My own father was then able to save his own mother from an attempted suicide. This time has been a very intense period in my father's life. Fortunately, after the war things went a little better with my grandparents and they fathered 2 more children. So these became my uncle Frits and aunt Helen. (Who was initially called Aunt Lenie for us)

Here's a picture of my father with his brother Wouter who was always exactly 2 years older. So my father on the left and my uncle Wouter on the left. It was always striking that he wanted to spend very little money on his own appearance. While he had a lot of money, he was missing a few teeth for a very long time as you can see in this photo. When he smiled those missing teeth always stood out and we always compared him to a neighing horse.

My grandfather and grandmother still didn't have it very broad after the war, but she still wanted to take good care of their children and my grandfather even bought a piano so that my father could do his desired training at the conservatory. Later - when my grandmother and grandfather moved to Hilversum - they had a serious lack of money and unfortunately had to sell that piano again to have their furniture refurbished. In general, my father did not find the atmosphere in his parental home very easy, there was often tension and the so-called Dutch "holidays" such as Christmas, as it turned out to be in most families in the Netherlands, were forced and often lead to whole great tensions and this was also in my father's memory. For my father it was always the well-known saying of Toon Hermans: "A day without laughter is a day wasted!" When he once wanted to think of a name for a caravan that he once wanted to buy, the name was: CARPE DIEM  something that means SEIZE THE DAY  So my uncle Wouter had a completely different approach to his life (after the hunger winter of the Second World War) He never wanted to be without money again and would do anything to earn money. He indeed succeeded. He invented "DE ZILVERZEGEL" for all butchers in the Netherlands and that became an incredible success. So my uncle continued in the business line and he became very successful in doing business. As a child I can still remember visiting his own factories with our family. Later I understood that he had even wanted to buy entire residential areas and then resell those residential areas at a large profit. He was an exceptional uncle who was known for paying little attention to his own teeth. We therefore regularly compared him to a laughing horse. Real loving attention for his wife and children was also not always present. This became the reason why his children all wanted to distance themselves from him. His own wife had also eventually left him. So he then met a new woman whom I had come to know as my aunt Gerry. She had met my uncle in the perfume department of the Bijenkorf. Anyway, with her he had a whole family again and that was in any case with a little more love, as I had understood.en tekst te typen.

The bond between my father and my uncle

Yet my father, especially when he got a second wife in his life, had a special bond with his brother, who was exactly 2 years older. He wrote the following text during his brother's cremation:

“We are standing here at the grave of my brother Wouter, of whom I have very fond memories. We used to hang out together all the time. His boyfriends were my boyfriends.

 During the 1940s and 1945, during the Second World War, we lived together in Schiedam. Wouter was 16 and I was 14 years old when the famine was greatest in 1945, we walked along the IJssel to Gouda together with a handcart.

 We were allowed to eat with a family.

 We also been to the Frisian Palen wa where we could eat and drink in a restaurant and get a place to sleep.

 When we arrived in Groningen (our target was Paterswolde where we had a letter for someone) we asked an agent where the Salvation Army was. This man took us to prison where we spent 2 weeks. But because of the letter we had with us we were allowed to leave and eventually arrived in Paterswolde.

Wouter could go to a farmer there and I to a baker.

We tried to send food to our parents, but that didn't work.

In the end, Wouter went to Schiedam by bicycle with a package of food and gave it to our parents. Shortly afterwards the Canadians arrived in Paterswolde and who knows my surprise when I saw my brother Wouter driving between two tanks. That was the best day of my life. I miss Wouter very much.”

With my cousin, the son of my uncle Wouter, who, like me, had finally gotten to his father. My cousin's name was Wouter, so my name is Hans. Both names named after their worldly fathers. We sometimes went out together as we called it. So together to the disco "Het Vat 69" on the quiet side of the Nieuwstad in Leeuwarden. I worked in healthcare at the time and he worked through his father at the BMW dealer Nefkens in Amsterdam.

In any case, it was very nice that we got to know each other better. Unfortunately, my cousin passed away very suddenly. The cause of his death was unfortunately never told to me. He was just suddenly dead. (?)

I remember from my uncle Paul, the eldest of the 3 older brothers, that we once went swimming in the city of Delft at a swimming pool of a rehabilitation center. I didn't get to know this uncle very well. He eventually left for France and died there.

After the war there were also 2 descendants in my father's family. A boy and a girl and that became my uncle Frits and my aunt Helen.

My uncle Frits eventually married (for a second time) a Surinamese woman named Christa. After a simple office job, my uncle Frits started painting and he continues to do so to this day.

My aunt Helen married my uncle Frans and I still remember well that they lived in Diemen and wanted to take me to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam for the first time. They too were both great lovers of art. So my uncle Frans started a successful advertising agency and my aunt Helen started sculpting and makes impressive images.

My uncle Frits with his wife (aunt) Christa and my aunt Helen with her husband (uncle) Frans all still live in the town of Putten. Coincidentally in the city where I was also able to find a national employment agency. One of the agencies that wanted to send me all over the Netherlands.

Below a recent photo of Frits and his wife Christa.

Below a recent photo of Frits and his wife Christa.

My father has always had a great love for classical music. He was especially moved by Mozart. As a ten-year-old boy, he sang Mozart arias as he cycled through the city. When I really got the chance to speak to him alone again (so without his new girlfriend for a while) I decided to interview my father with the main question why he had chosen the flute in the first place, my father informed me that when he was fourteen, he had bought his first gramophone record and that it had a fantastic song by the composer Brahms on it. Yes and there was flute in it in a beautiful way. So this was Brahms's Hungarian dance, a song that had really appealed to me myself. I then got the idea to show that music to his old friends from the past, just to see what feelings it brought up in them. These were his 2 friends Dof Zwerver, an artist from Utrecht and Arne van Onck, a writer (word artist) from Den Bosch. Of course I found it interesting to let the music hear these 2 different artists. They immediately recognized the sounds as belonging to a memory of my father and I thought that was a beautiful and special fact.

After the war, my father, like Peter Faber and many others, felt the need to go into the wild trade. An awful lot had happened in that war and many people at that time had felt a strong need to discover the big world, especially in order to better meet themselves. This is particularly evident from the later reporting of the life of Peter Faber, who beautifully articulates this time in an interview with Annemarie Schrijver, one of my beloved programs for which I have been making special HIWI drawings every week for a long time.

After about a year and a half my father came back from "wild seafaring". Then he came to live with his parents in Schiedam and worked at a music store in Schiedam. The owner also had a concert office. My father could listen to unlimited music in that shop. And with the money he earned there, he could buy tickets for the Rotterdam Philharmonic Orchestra. During one of those performances, Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker was performed. The beautiful sounds of the flute backed up by the piccolo led him to make music his profession playing flute and piccolo. He started his education at the Conservatorium in Utrecht and learned to play flute and piccolo there. As an instrument he also learned to play the piano there. A talented musician was formed. Immediately after graduating, he had to do military service. At that time there was still conscription, so he couldn't ignore that. Yet he managed to link his love for music and that enlightenment by taking a job as a sergeant in the military chapel in Assen, the so-called Johan "Willem Friso Kapel". During that time as a student in Utrecht, my father also met my mother. They were very attracted to each other and both seemed to want to make love to each other. My mother immediately became pregnant. Before my mother was also previously the girlfriend of my father's friend Arne van Onck. But this one just wanted to leave my mother because he wanted to find his happiness in Sweden. My father and mother soon married each other and my father was able to find work as a musician in a military Johan Willem Friso chapel in Assen immediately after his studies. Together with my then newly born brother Peter, my parents moved to Assen. My father then played for several years as a military musician in the Johan Willem Friso chapel. Yet his ambition was more to want to play in a real symphony orchestra and that opportunity presented itself in Friesland. He was accepted here and my parents went to live in Leeuwarden with their now 3 children. My father was then a total of 27 years in the Fries Orkest and performed with this orchestra throughout the Netherlands. My father had also found other sources of income and that was earning money by teaching. He did this privately at our home and at the music school in Dokkum. But my father also formed the so-called Archo Trio in Friesland together with 2 colleagues, with whom they regularly performed. The 2 other colleagues were Henk Hoekema on the oboe and Henk Hoekema's wife, Edith on the piano. In addition to oboe, Henk Hoekema also played guitar and my brother Peter and I both received guitar lessons from Henk Hoekema at the time, while my other brother Carlo started studying drums at the same time with a Limburg percussionist from the orchestra named Gerrit van der Kolk. Later, when my father left the orchestra and the Frysk Orkest was dissolved again, my father also wanted to play with former colleagues in his old age, but was no longer interested in money. So it was just for fun and they mainly performed on the farm in a small Frisian village where my father lived with his new girlfriend Betty at the time. I also conducted the interview with my father in that farm.

My grandfather & grandmorher of my mother's side

My grandmother Host-Odé grew up in Amsterdam and comes from a family of one of the first photographers in the Netherlands. The photo Host's signboard was hung in the photo.

My grandmother Host-Odé grew up in Amsterdam and comes from a family of one of the first photographers in the Netherlands. The photo Host's signboard was hung in the photo. This was a special event where many people were present.

After their marriage, my grandparents moved to Den Dolder in Utrecht, my mother (Lidy) was the eldest in the family, followed by aunt Ingrid and aunt Nelly (see photo). After the war my uncle Rene and aunt Yvonne were born.

My mother was born in the Wilhelmina Gasthuis hospital in Amsterdam. It was a real coincidence that I came to live in the women's clinic of this hospital, in other words the place where women gave birth to their children, on the artists' grounds of "atelier WG". When I really started living here, I immediately wanted to visit a few, for me, impressive living or working artists in Amsterdam. So these were the well-known and very successful Herman Brood (also one of the most famous Dutch rock artist), but also my most popular guest teacher of my time at the Aki in Enschede, and that was Willem de Ridder. I then met Willem at cafe de Keizer near the museum square and Willem told me, among other things, that he wanted to introduce the cinema of the future. A cinema where you could experience the film with closed eyes, while lying on a wonderful mattress. Yes and I just visited Herman Brood in his studio in the center of Amsterdam. (near the Lievertje)

My mother was born in the Wilhelmina Gasthuis hospital in Amsterdam. Coincidentally, after my education in Enschede I went to live in the same Gasthuis, but then it was an artists' collective.

 My grandfather worked as a young man at a furniture store, I once heard from my uncle Henny who could tell me about him. His parents were wealthy and he drove around in a car at a young age, which was quite unusual at the time.

  My grandfather was put to work by the Germans in Germany during World War II, often in German factories.

He had to leave my grandmother and his 3 daughters behind.

 This has been a very difficult time, especially because there was also an apparently nice soldier in my grandmother's eyes who wanted to take care of her with only 1 of the 3 daughters. My mother, as the eldest daughter, could unfortunately have heard about this proposal and was very shocked about this situation. This very painful situation for a daughter, my mother may have been able to carry with her for the rest of her life.

 After the war, my grandma and grandpa never got quite right again.

 Fortunately, my grandfather returned to the Netherlands and two other children, René and Yvonne, were born. These children were examples of the hippie age that was coming. After his return, my grandfather was able to find work in the wallpapering profession.

 This is a photo taken of him and his colleagues just after World War II. My grandfather is in the front left.

 There was plenty of work in the wallpapering profession at that time. After all, all houses had to be renovated after WW2 and considerable investments were made in new construction. And so René and Yvonne both ended up working in the same wallpaper company as their father.

 Yvonne got pregnant at that time and kept to herself who the father of her child was. The big secret. Yvonne was a wayward woman who lived with her mother (my grandmother) with her son Patrick for a long time. Even when Yvonne started a relationship with her later husband Ed, she continued to live on the top floor. This friend Ed married her and legalized her son so that Patrick got his surname (Van IJzendoorn). Patrick is a well-known journalist and we have been in touch on Facebook.

Grandpa Odé was a good storyteller and a true storyteller. He made stories and played with stories, but his own life story was ultimately sad.

He became lonely, at one point even became homeless and spent the last few years on the street and in various shelters. There were only a few people at his funeral.

Was my aunt Yvonne 'victim' of free love, my uncle René sought out the alternative life and 'fleeed' from the Randstad together with a good friend of his (Jeroen). He was increasingly concerned with nature, became somewhat of a loner and found the Randstad an unhealthy environment. That even went so far that he thought, for example, that a gas mask had to be worn in the Randstad 'because of the toxic fumes hanging there'. In 1979, he and his friend Jeroen bought a piece of pasture of approximately 3 ares at the tip of Groningen in the town of Den Andel with the money he had earned at the wallpapering company.

In order to have a good place to live, they wanted to go back to “the cavemen” and dug a huge pit in the ground with which they wanted to live in a cave underground. But alas, they soon found out that a drainage channel was needed to keep things dry.

René enjoyed gardening from his hut. It became a place where many edible, medicinal and endangered wild plant species had the chance to grow. In 1986 René bought the adjoining meadow and thus increased his garden area by 17 ares. It became a truly beautiful garden, a garden where plants grew that could not be found anywhere else in the area. Later I met another young woman, her mother was a good friend of René, she turned out to have been partly raised as René and had wanted to think of the name of "Het hof van Ootje" The garden was in the garden from April to late autumn. flowering, something rare in wild botanical gardens.

Unfortunately, René did not have a good relationship with his father and once told me that his father was often jealous of his free way of thinking and acting. Long after my uncle died, I became heir to a small portion of the estate ied. I wanted to give a concert there as an ode to him and was really pleasantly surprised when suddenly two women stood in front of me who had come to the music. So this was the girlfriend of his former friend Jeroen. She invited me to come and press her coffee and we had a very pleasant conversation.