On May 5th each year the people of Garrelsweer lay flowers at this monument in honour of the death of WW II.
A former habitant of the farmhouse in the previous tip was killed in Mauthausen and his name is on this monument too.
Part of the cemetry. At the upper middle/right is the house my brother lives in, hidden behind some old pear treas.
These trees always have loads of pears and they are cooked and eaten. Snotty pears I used to call them when I was a kid. Haha, still not am too fond of eating them :-)
This stone probably lay in the first church that stood here. It was a Roman (?) building with a separate tower facing East.
At a certain time the congregation got enough money to build a new church and so the old one was torn down.
Too bad the 'new' church now shows severe construction errors and the towers is leaning forward a bit.
When I was a kid the bell sounded at each hour but since long this is no more. I do miss the sound of that bell!
When I was a kid I played many a time in this house.
Up stairs, in one of the bedrooms, is a cabinet that has a secret hiding place.
During WW II some people were kept hidden here.
Brrrr, I went in that cabinet...scary!
My father walking passed the statue right across the river Damsterdiep.
Statue by the famous sculpture artist Wladimir de Vries.
when the vicar had fallen asleep the keeper said when the psalm was sung: let s start a new, perhaps that ll wake vicar...
This is my dad opening the gate to the graveyard. He wanted to check something out yet it was a bit tough to open the gate.
Haha, all the more time for me to get this picture :-)
of the house my brother lives in, is the graveyard. My father and I took a look at some of the graves, among which some real old ones.
Wow this sure has turned out nice! Where once the chicken made a ruine of the garden now is a nice private terrace! I am impressed!