Scanning Oma’s shelves for something in Dutch, I came across a set of diaries—Het dagboek van Betje Boerhave. They are a set of slim volumes, easier to read than the other books that were there.
Mum was amazed to see them again. She’d forgotten that she’d bought them, during a visit to Utrecht in 1981 to nurse her father and sister.
“This is a good omen,” she told me.
However, the first of the 7 volumes is missing. She’s loaned it to a friend who had never returned it.
I’ll get onto Facebook. Maybe someone can help us out.
