Today was memory lane time again. I went to clean yet another part of the house of my grandfather. This time my parents and I did the attic, now it is all empty. Some of it was moved to the second floor, my father moved lots of it into the garage so the secondhand store can come and get it. There is some beds, and old stove, and wooden boxes for them. This is the front of the house as seen from the street. The house was built around the 1930’s and has a lot of details. For one the windows and the stairs leading to the first floor, as in the next picture.
In my car I went home with two kelim (Persian rug), paintings, very old and worn seating for the garden chairs. Also three suitcases, some side tables, ordners, three bags full of rubbish that did not fit in the bin and a metal old-fashioned watering-can.
The most fun we had with a wooden board and the wooden disks that go with it. This is a fairly big thing and it is used to play the traditional game called sjoelbak. It took us a while for everything to be in the car so that the doors could be closed.
My parents told me that the house is for sale now and that 7 people will visit this week. So before the pictures disappear from the website and we clear the rest of the house, here is some of the pictures. My grandfathers dining room and his living room, lots of light shines through the windows. He had his meals here and read the paper. We talked hours on and I always sat next to him. Long after the meals were finished we would rise and move to the living room.
He also had another living room in the back of the house for watching television and doing his paperwork at his desk. He had a lot of antiques and as kids we played carefully all the time. Haha, my grandparents were sweet when we or the adults would throw something over.
My grandfather bought fresh flowers, 4 or 5 bunches every week. At his yearly marriage anniversary he would buy daffodils. Why? When they married in 1945 near the end of the second world war, there was only daffodils and he bought 300 of them and put them everywhere in their house. So daffodil meant love and so it will remind me of him whenever I see one.
PS. Today, 20th of March I rang my mother on a hunch to ask for the date of marriage and they married exactly 62 years ago on March 20th 1945. I was right on time with this post… She also said that every year on the anniversary he would buy the number of the anniversary in daffodils. Last year was the last time and he bought 61 of them. Sweet granddad.
PPS. There is no picture of the wedding. It was wartime, the Netherlands was occupied by the German and they were on the look out for young men. My grandfather was in hiding also. Many things were secret in those days in case someone would turn you in. My father told me that granddad never wanted to talk about that time. Except about the marriage and the daffodils of course.