{"title":"Tom Bijvoet Books","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"invasion","title":"Invasion","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe Dutch in Wartime: Survivors Remember\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e is a series of books with wartime memories of Dutch immigrants to North America, who survived the Nazi occupation of The Netherlands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook 1: Invasion\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e, covers the five days in May 1940 when an unsuspecting Dutch nation was brutally overrun by invading Nazi troops.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDesigned and written to be easily accessible to readers of all ages and backgrounds, these books contain important stories about the devastating effects of war and occupation on a civilian population.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEdited by \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.dutchthemedia.com\/en-ca\/pages\/tom-bijvoet\" title=\"Tom Bijvoet\"\u003eTom Bijvoet\u003c\/a\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e89 pages\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHistorical background, 2 maps and 31 wartime memories.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN: 978-0-3968308-0-8\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eOn the cover: ‘Destroyed City’, sculpture by Osip Zadkine commemorating the bombing of Rotterdam. (Photo: Ilya de Milde)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eREAD AN EXCERPT:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWe gave them fresh tomatoes\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTuesday May 14th, 1940 was a beautiful warm spring day. It was just after Pentecost and it was the fifth day after the invasion by the Germans. In the early afternoon Rotterdam was bombed by the German Air Force with devastating effects. For the population this bombing came like a lightning bolt out of a blue sky. From Bleiswijk, where I lived, the circling airplanes were clearly visible and we could hear their drone as well as the explosions of the bombs. Smoke spread over the city as the fires spread. The cloud of smoke and flames rose higher and higher into the sky. It is difficult to describe such an enormous fire. It raged for many days, the sun disappeared and became an orange globe and the stench of the fire was overpowering. Ash rained down until the inferno was well past its height. Because the main water pipeline was hit by bombs the Rotterdam Fire Department was powerless and hence the resulting damage was enormous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWithin an hour after the bombing a great stream of dazed fleeing people appeared in Bleiswijk, just north of Rotterdam. The only thing that we could do was offer them a glass of water, because our town had its own water supply, and fresh tomatoes from the hothouses near the town. We did this for hours on end. Most of the fleeing people had lost all of their possessions and were desperate. Some were still running. 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It circled back around over the house and lost the two engines. Then it flew past two homes and came down in the meadows 500 feet from our house. It burned like hell. There were seven people in the burning aircraft, one from New Zealand, three from Canada, and three Americans. Dead. Only one was found outside the aircraft and the Germans buried him in the cemetery at the neighboring village of Deersum. The rest were buried with their aircraft right there in the meadow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn May of 1942 we moved to a farm near the town of Tzum. We really enjoyed life there. Because there were no books or pens to write with we only went to school for one and a half years and then they closed the school. So my Dad said we had to help the farmer in the fields during the summer. We had plenty to eat including duck eggs that we found in the fields. The only thing we did not have was wood to warm our food. Most days we would go into the fields and get any branches we could find. 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The next lesson was: “What would you say if a soldier came into the class and asked you at what time your parents came home last night?” The answer had to be ‘before 8.00 p.m.’ (curfew hour) of course, but not too close to it. Something like 7.30 p.m. or 6.15 p.m., so that it would sound like the truth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAs Jews, we were not allowed to go to the movies or the public swimming pool, sit on park benches, play in the park, own radios, shop at any time except between three and five o’clock in the afternoon, go to plays, concerts or even the circus. We were not allowed to use public transit. Jewish men lost their jobs; they were not allowed to be journalists, symphony conductors, doctors, lawyers and many other professions. And of course we also had the curfew, as mentioned. 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