30 years earlier, my aunt had taken me, on my first trip back to the Netherlands, to Gouda's central market square, where the tradition of Gouda by Candlelight was already a few years old.
I had stood in that same spot, as an 11-year-old boy, in a different time of the year (May, 1955), when there was a gathering of all of we primary school children, to be addressed by the mayor, about WWII, ending a decade earlier, on that date. A year later, I migrated to Australia.
I thought I'd trimmed it, on-line but that didn't work. Must re-upload a shorter version.
Ozcloggie 2 months ago