A gorgeous day of old flour mills, pastoral hills and farmland surrounding 2 charming cities full of friendly people.
Hard to visualize this peaceful area on the Netherlands / German border as being in the center of WW2. Brothers and cousins pitted against each other across neighboring fields.
My girlfriend's mother was a child at the time, and hid in a cellar dug under the large tree below with her family while heavy battle raged above and around them.
We visited a war memorial of fallen Canadian soldiers, the air heavy with history.
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Geezzz Beverly thank you so much for posting out my families history. It was so much fun exploring my home fields with you.
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This is amazing. Thank you as well for showing such beauty.
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It is amazing, I just had a look at your blog to keep up to date on your travels and there they are, pictures of my birth country and the place my mother grew up in WW2. I migrated two decades ago to a country with different history and colours but suddenly I long for the light and style and history of Holland, Belgium and Germany. I might have to bead that one day, but how does one beadsoup memories and culture?
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