I was a petite girl and not yet informed. When my father put me to bed, he crawled into bed with me for 'sociability'. One evening, my father adjusted to me, while my mother and my brother went to the 'meeting'. My parents still took turns with me at home. When my brother was old enough, a year or fourteen, he could or should accompany all the evenings. That's why my parents took turns there, so that one of them stayed home with my brother and me. I remember when I was a little girl I was only allowed to go to the 'meeting' on Saturday evening, because the other evenings I had to go to bed on time. In addition, there were 'meetings' three times a week, of which twice with the entire municipality in the 'Kingdom Hall' and the third time with a small group with a colleague at home. At the evening meal my father prayed aloud at the table and read aloud from the Bible or from reading the 'society'. My parents went 'by the door' to 'proclaim the good news'. Not an easy start.įurthermore, it meant that our lives at home, next to work and school, were fully in service of the faith. As a conscientious objector, he had to roam the moor in Drenthe for three years, while my mother was at home in Amsterdam with my brother, and later with me as a baby. He did not want to be broadcast with the Politieele Actions to the then Dutch East Indies.
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This belief meant, among other things, that my father refused military service. I was born in 1948, and like my brother, I was raised in this faith. My parents became Jehovah's Witnesses shortly after the Second World War.