Monday, May 9, 2011

The Netherlands 1966

Continuing their journey from Paris, my grandparents landed on very familiar cities in the Netherlands: Den Haag and Amsterdam. Felt like her second hometown, my grandma started her walk in a gloomy morning around the Scheveningen area, which was a popular seaside resort with a long sandy beach, an esplanade, a pier, and a lighthouse. The cold and windy air didn’t make her afraid to keep wearing kebaya (and the glorious hairdo). From the background of these pictures, we could see the distinguished tower of the pier and the scenery around the beach area.

Walking through the beautiful parks of Den Haag, my grandma arrived at Madurodam, a miniature city located not far from the Scheveningen beach. Madurodam was named after George Maduro, a law student from Curaçao who fought the Nazi occupation forces as a member of the Dutch resistance and died at Dachau Concentration Camp in 1945. As his parents donated the capital to start the Madurodam project, the Kingdom of Netherlands perpetuated his name for the valor he had demonstrated in the Battle of Netherlands against German troops.

Looking around for some gifts, my grandma walked through The Passage area, where she could find some of the best fashion boutiques, antique shops, and galleries at the stylish Hoogstraat and Noordeinde. There she bought a bottle of wine as a gift for a supper at a friend’s house in the evening.

However, Den Haag was very familiar to my grandpa, a city where he often visited for the sake of business purposes. He had many friends in Den Haag, among others were Mr Tanaka Yuudai – a Japanese engineer who owned a contractor firm in Den Haag, and Mr Effendy Kameroğlu – a Turkish businessman who married an Indonesian lady, Madame Sari Mewengkang.

Instead of staying at hotels, my grandpa took an offer from a friend (Ir. H.V. Groethuysen) to stay at his mansion, situated at a neat environment overlooking a graceful garden and a little palace in the distance. Mr and Mrs Groethuysen’s courtesy was such a blessing for my grandparents.

During their trip back to Amsterdam, my grandpa took these photographs, showing the aerial view around the Amsterdam Centraal, with the Great Canal and Church of St. Nicholas (Sint Nicholaaskerk) in the background. The church is one of the landmarks in Amsterdam, a city that would never make my grandparents bored to visit.

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