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We left Makasar by boat; no not the one my dad started to build. There wasn't enough time for that to finish, however we went with a real big boat. A steamboat. (I will update this page as I remember the name and yes, there are pictures around, maybe one of these days I'll tell you why I don't have them in my posession) This trip, from Sulawesi to Java, may have taken a few days. I remember being on deck, with the whole family hanging around, sitting on the deck chairs and just enjoying the breeze. Watching the flying fishes skinning over the ocean; and the fresh scent of salt water! I can still hear the steward saying: "No eat, no ice cream!" and boy did I make sure I finished my dinner quickly. The trips to the onboard retailstore was painful. All I saw was that army tank. It was a wind-up toy, and it had my name on it. But my parents didn't see it that way!

Notice the different expressions
on each of the faces!
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	Dressing up is one of our favorite pass times. Here we are visiting tante fiete & oom win (her husband) and tante clair, my dad's sisters. Enjoyed the conversations I had with oom win. On the pic you also see our cousins and there's a bunch of them!
	When we finally moved to Bandung (Dad was assigned to head the mobile brigade there) our first place was a pension. (see picture above) This pension was near downtown Bandung. Many times I would accompany Dad to, Meneer de Vries, who worked or owned a butchershop. I was looking forward to these trips with Dad. First we'd go to this place where we each ordered a bottle of chocolade milk for me and milk for Dad. Why I remember this so vividly is this place was literally a whole in a wall. Let me explain. We came to this tall grey wall and had to knock on a small window. A man opened the window, we placed our order, paid the man and we get our cold refreshing bottles of milk and chocolate milk. Very refreshing in the tropics. I remembered Dad always grinning at me while watching me eagerly drink the liquid. There always were a lot of people standing by that wall, just drinking cold milk. Then on to the butcher. I must say that later I was told that his name was not "de Vries" but was called that because he was born in the province Friesland in Holland. Once there, my Dad would place the order, and while waiting for the cuts, I was treated with a whole strand of knackwurst. WHAT A TREAT! Can you understand now why I looked forward to these trips???? Here in this pension, was where I have felt the "wrath" of Mom. One of the neighbours wrongly accused me of taking a small vase, this I found out much later. Mom was already stressed because of family matters, did not ask but when I came home she gave me the worst spanking I have ever had. Not with her hand, but using one of those rattan sticks. Thinking back I can still feel it. My sisters tried to help me, but to no avail.
	Picture on the left: Setia Budi (frontyard of the house on the Hill) Picture on the right: Hospital in Veldhoven