{"id":440,"date":"2016-01-18T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-01-18T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.olders.ca\/blog\/?p=440"},"modified":"2023-01-07T16:05:59","modified_gmt":"2023-01-07T21:05:59","slug":"the-second-decade-1953-1963-a-walk-down-memory-lane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.olders.ca\/blog\/?p=440","title":{"rendered":"The Second Decade 1953-1963 – A Walk Down Memory Lane"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Speech by Bill Olders, presented at the Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary of Joseph and Gerarda Olders<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

1953 \u2013 1955<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

One of the unforgettable times was the trauma of all of a sudden not having dad around. As events would have it the decision to go to Canada to escape any further reprisals of the Nazi regime turned out to be a blessing. Canada has indeed been the land of opportunity but far more for the children than yourselves mom and dad. Although, an additional benefit has been the strong bond that has developed between the family members, the down side has been the little contact with all our cousins and nephews.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Three events stick out in our minds in the times when dad was in Canada:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Going to the annual town carnival parade with the devils from hell (depicted as a huge black drum) dressed in Cowboy hats, moustache, make-up and guns & holsters direct from Canada. I have difficulty imagining the delights both Hannie and Ine must have had with their new baby doll pajamas also received from Canada, but I was glad that they did not wear these to the carnival and dressed as bourderinskins instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The trip to Oma\u2019s and Opa\u2019s 50th wedding anniversary in Oss was our (perhaps not all kids) last contact with your parents, mom. We were busy getting in everyone\u2019s way, being introduced to millions of people and exploring that big house on Molenstraat. I personally remember getting a little pep talk from Opa for playing with the record player (the latest in technology) but at that time I was incorrigible and it had little effect on me. I missed them both when Opa went for his siesta and Oma was sick on this great day of theirs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The strongest memories of this time are coming to Canada on the boat. There were tears on the decks and waving until our arms got tired. The drama was reinforced by the continued reappearance of the farewell party as they drove down the Hook van Holland on the road beside the river to the North Sea. The many bouts of sea sickness on the boat and the racing of deck chairs on the wet decks were great ways to stave off boredom. I remember how difficult it was to eat with the food swimming in front of our eyes at the supper tables as the Zuiderkruis pitched and rocked in the waves. Both Ine and Peter decided to add a little spice to your experience by getting lost in the cargo hold. Great fun it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Canada 1955<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The excitement was at an all time high when word got around that land had been sighted. We all remember the exquisite views of the Quebec countryside that unfolded at our journey\u2019s end. Lush green spaces with the occasional farm house appearing out of the morning mist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The neat way Ham and Process Cheese Sandwiches were halved diagonally added to all the new experiences dad was trying to tell his very tired family on the bumpy train ride to Toronto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Poor Aunt Lucy was shattered when each of us became systematically ill after attempting to eat her porridge that she had prepared for our first Canadian breakfast. Fortunately mom saved the day by showing Aunt Lucy how porridge was made. Our inability to communicate in English did not help matters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

\u201cIedereen weet mein naam\u201d was Hannie\u2019s first response when she first learned the word honey (the Canadian term for a good looking girl). Similarly we were equally amused that mom was a WIFE whenever she was introduced by dad \u2013 had he no respect?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

1956 \u2013 1963<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The joys of the unfinished Kenmark subdivision \u2013 a sea of mud \u2013 Ine lost her boot in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

I personally had a very frightening experience that probably only Mom remembers. Here I was ripping down the path through the backyards on mom\u2019s bicycle and unbeknownst to me a neighbour had strung up a steel clothes line. It Happened to be right at the height of my neck. The cable was torn from the post wrapped around my neck and I came to an abrupt halt when I fell from the bicycle and hung from the end of the wire with the other end solidly still connected to the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

This is a time when the boys had a lot of fights and a lot of fun. One day we decided to see how much smoke would actually come from burned toast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The boys rigged a walkie-talkie system allong the back fence we got half way to Leroux\u2019s house with the unravelled bell telephone wires that we found at construction sites.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Collecting bottles to get spending money was our first attempts at earning real dollars one of us actually got about six dollars worth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n