So, anybody have an idea for a small tree, flowering or not, be good as a symbol or remembrance of a man who valued family and home above all?
He was so homesick: in WWII, doing forced labor in the BMW factory near Berlin he got so homesick he left the camp and—minus papers, passport, train ticket and money—left to go home. Of course, he was rounded up and got sent to a punishment camp for a week—his boss in the BMW plant liked Holland and Dutch people. Mid 1943 he got permission—and money, ticket, papers etc etc—returned to Holland and married Mum before it was back to the BMW plant.
Hmmm—I have the wedding photo, will use that for my little memorial!
Hah, Dad returned to Holland fat as butter, having been fed by the Yanks since the liberation of the Magdeburg camp where he was stationed then. Came home to rake-thin wife—were it not for operation Chowhound—look it up—Mum and thousands of other Dutch people may have starved!
Voedsel! Vrede! Vrijheid!
(the third word has the “lange ei” and the “korte ei” which bedevil Dutch school kids learning the write the language