In 1948 my youngest sister and her husband immigrated to Canada. We used to spell it with a "K", "Kanada", but I guess we were told otherwise at some point.
And there it happened all over again; pictures and letters from a strange and far away place. It looked a lot more exciting than what my life had been up until that point.
Not much had happened in my life at that age aside from living and working on a farm that my parents owned. We did the occasional camping trip or a bike ride into Breda, where my brother lived close to the Belgian border.
But things were about to change. We, my mother, father and myself, moved into town into a "normal" house. There was no more farm work and all the chores it entailed any longer.
Echos of one old woman's life
(née van Leeuwen)
June 16,1933 -
Memoirs of Catharina Brussé
This tale is as written by my Oma, who proudly and joyfully travelled the world in the second half of her life. It is a self written outline of her travels and life. She ended her journey and departed our family on April 20, 2018.