I’ve already written about the two luckiest genealogical breaks I’ve had: meeting Nol van den Hurk on an online forum, resulting in the foundation of much of my Dutch family history research; and using a random farm driveway in the middle of nowhere to turn around, thus stumbling upon and meeting a cousin in time to contribute to a family history book project. So it took a bit of thinking to come up with something new for this week’s them of “Lucky” for the 52 Ancestors Challenge.
When most people hear the word “luck” or “lucky”, the assumption is usually good luck. I started off with that premise in mind, only to discover that the example I came up with involves both good and bad luck.
Sometime in the early 1860s, Pieter Jansz van der Fluit, my first cousin four times removed, relocated from Oude Niedorp to Eierland. Oude Niedorp is in the centre of West Friesland (which is actually in the province of Noord Holland). Eierland (“Egg Land”), is located at the northernmost tip of Texel, the largest of the Wadden Sea Islands (or Frisian Islands), which stretch from the western Netherlands to Denmark. Until the 13th century, Eierland was part of the neighbouring island of Vlieland, when natural changes separated the two. In the 1600s, a sandbar developed between Eierland and Texel, which was dammed, merging the two. In the 1840s, developers enlarged this area to create a polder, resulting in new farmland.
I first learned about Pieter in August 1997, in an email from Nol summarizing many birth, marriage, and death registrations. In that email, he wrote that one of the records described Pieter’s occupation as “Farm”, as opposed to “Farmer”, suggesting that he owned his farm in Eierland. In the decades that followed, these archival records have been scanned and posted online. However, the only records I’ve found for Pieter say that he was a “farmer”.
Death registration for Pieter van der Fluit, showing his son Jan as the declarant. It shows that Pieter and Jan were both farmers at Eierland. No mention of Het Fortuin (“The Fortune”), which apparently was the name of the farm.
The farm was later taken over by Pieter’s son Johannes Pietersz (“Jan”) van der Fluit. In an a September 1998 email to me, Nol reported that Pieter’s occupation was “farmer on Texel”, at Eierland. Nol added that the farm was named Het Fortuin (“The Fortune”). However, it seems that good fortune was not with Jan, as Nol said that Jan went broke. Nol told me that Jan was 75 Guilders short to pay an unspecified debt. Nol said that this was about the price of three sheep. I don’t know if Jan farmed sheep, but Texel is famous for a breed of sheep developed there. After going broke, Jan relocated to Amsterdam and became a police officer.
The Dutch guilder was originally called the “gouden florijn” (“golden florin”). The florin was an old Florentine coin. The Dutch coin was alternatively called a “guilder” or “florin”, but soon came to most commonly be known as the guilder. Its symbol was “ƒ” (e.g. ƒ100, or 100 guilders). These names will be familiar to the fans of The Princess Bride: Florin and Guilder were sworn enemies. Prince Humperdink’s scheme was a means of creating an excuse for Florin to attack Guilder.
I’ve found records showing Pieter and Jan farming at Eierland and Jan relocating to Amsterdam and becoming a police officer. Good luck! Unfortunately, I have been unable to find any of the sources Nol might have been looking at confirming that the farm was named Het Fortuin or Jan’s financial woes. Bad luck.
Jan’s Pensioenkaart (Retirement Card) showing his career as a police officer, starting as a police agent second class and ending as a brigadier.
“Het Fortuin” was also the name of a ship that sailed from Texel in September 1723, bound for Indonesia. It was the ship’s maiden voyage. It reached the Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) in January 1724. The ship and its crew of 225 men set sail two weeks later and was never seen again. Not very good luck at all.
I had a 20-year “pen pal” relationship with my great aunt, Anny van Kleef (née Komen). This is the first letter I received from her. She wrote about returning home from her trip to Canada, as well as the weather.
I have been trying to teach myself Dutch since I was 12. I’ve had a modicum of success.
I was about five-years-old when I first learned that English was not my father’s first language. I begged him to teach me something in Dutch. All he taught me was the word “groen”, meaning “green”. However, the Dutch “g” was not yet familiar to my ear, so I though he was saying “zoom”. I was more than thrilled to run around saying “Zoom! Zoom!, I’m speaking Dutch!”
While that’s all the Dutch he has imparted to me, my father is more than happy to teach his grandchildren the very useful Dutch phrase “grote blote billen.” When our youngest son was a toddler, he somehow learned to tell me “je bent gek.” Thanks, dad. I’ll leave you to use Google Translate to figure out those phrases.
Speaking of grote blote billen…
When I was in grade school, the principal often asked me if I was Belgian. I couldn’t figure out why, so I asked my mother. “Because you have a Dutch last name.” That made no sense to me. At the time, I didn’t know that Belgium was bilingual, and thought they only spoke French. I also was confused about her answer that suggested that surnames had ethnic and linguistic connections and meaning. There were few Anglo-Saxon surnames in our town, so to me surnames were just random collections of letters – mine included. I had no idea they had meaning. Mom’s answer was yet another of the many sparks that sparked my interest in genealogy and in learning Dutch.
I bought this when I was 12 and still have it.
When I was 12, an aunt and uncle of my father came to Canada for a visit, Tante Anny and Ome Nic. Tante Anny was one of my grandmother’s sisters. I was so excited. I knew we had family in the Netherlands, but I had never met any of them before. I was even more fascinated when I was told they only spoke Dutch. I took some of my spending money and ran to the bookstore to buy myself a Dutch phrase book.
I remember my father being really intrigued by it. He came to Canada as a small boy, so his Dutch never progressed beyond an elementary school level. “So that’s what my mother was saying all those years!”, he said more than once. I still have that book.
Despite the language barrier, Tante Anny and I connected right away during her visit. Shortly after she arrived, I came down with a small cold. She sat with me for hours, chatting to me in Dutch, me answering in English. There was a lot of hand gesturing. After a while, I started to pick up a few bits and pieces. Nothing much, but it was a start.
Me with Ome Nic and Tante Anny in October 1990.
After Tante Anny returned to Canada, we entered into an ongoing correspondence that continued until she passed away twenty years later. I wrote to her in English and her children translated for her. She wrote in Dutch, and my father translated for me. However, I’d pore over those letters, trying to figure them out for myself.
When I moved away from home to start university, I continued my correspondence with Tante Anny, but had to fend for myself with the translation. I bought myself a Dutch-English dictionary (which I still have!) and painstakingly translated each letter on my own. Fortunately, being related languages, some words were not so difficult to work out. As well, after you look up the same word dozens and dozens of times, it starts to sink in. My greatest problem was with idiomatic terms and some of the more informal constructions. Once in a while I’d phone my dad for help, but I had very little grasp of how to pronounce the written words. He enjoyed some gentle teasing at my expense after hearing me mangle the language.
My first trip to Europe was in 1990, with a university friend. Our itinerary had us in the Netherlands for two weeks and we were staying with Tante Anny and Ome Nic. To supplement what I had learned on my own, I enlisted a couple of my Dutch-speaking friends to give me a crash course. One of them loaned me a Dutch translation of a Richard Scarry book. It might have been humbling, but it was a great learning tool.
My family in the Netherlands were very encouraging as I tried to prattle on in Dutch. What surprised me the most was that they all kept saying that I spoke Dutch like my father. That made no sense to me – Dutch was his first language! I finally asked why they kept telling me that. They answered it was because I kept saying “Mijn nederlands is niet zo goed,” which apparently what my father kept saying when he visited the Netherlands a few years earlier. I was also told I spoke Dutch like a book, or an old lady, which was true, because that’s how I had learned.
A year or two after my trip, I took a night course in Dutch offered through the local school board. It was the only time I had formal training in the language. I still have my textbook to this day! It was also my introduction to the famous aap-noot-mies leesplankje (“ape nut mouse reading board”). It was developed at the end of the 19th century and generations of Dutch children had it as a tool as they began to learn to read. I still have my textbook from that class, and my photocopy of the leesplankje is still tucked inside.
My decades-old photocopy of the aap-noot-mies leesplankje
By the mid-1990s, I began to acquire some of family history records from sources in the Netherlands. If memory serves, one of the first documents I ever obtained was the death registration for my great great grandmother, Ariaantje Jacobs Bleeker, born February 15, 1865. Other records followed, including the persoonskaart (“persons card”) for my father and his family. Personal privacy rules weren’t what they are today, so it was easier to obtain records like that, given that at the time everyone named on the persoonskaart was still alive. I also became familiar with the burgerlijke stand (“civil register”). Unlike some unfortunate researchers, I knew right away it was not a village in the Netherlands.
Birth registration for my great great grandmother, Ariaantje Bleeker (1865 – 1929). It took me forever to translate this when I first obtained it. I have now read hundreds of similar birth, marriage, and death registrations, so I am well versed in this vocabulary.
I also used my correspondence with Tante Anny to further my genealogy research. I created a simple questionnaire and a pedigree chart that I spent a lot of time writing in Dutch, in order to make it easier for her to respond. I figured the easier I made it for her, the more likely it was that she’d fill them out. She did, although in her reply letter she queried why I’d want to know about something that was so uninteresting as family history. I often amuse myself by thinking she said that only because there is something interesting worth knowing that she didn’t want me to find. However, in the 25 years since she wrote that, I have not found anything that would support that idea.
Between my genealogical pursuits and correspondence with Tante Anny, there were some subjects I could understand with ease. The last time Tante Anny came to Canada, we watched my sister’s wedding video, and I was able to speak about the people and relationships without too much trouble. I was also very good with talking about cabbage farming.
Twee spoorwagens kool bij de zuurkoolfabriek. (“Two carts of cabbage at the sauerkraut factory.”) (Yes, I know “spoorwagen” is a “railway car”, but that’s what my family in the Netherlands calls these.)
This is at the Kramer sauerkraut factory in Zuid-Scharwoude, North Holland. My Ome Nic took us there for a tour at the crack of stupid in the morning, because of a query my dad made about possibly importing it to Canada. It was actually a pretty cool (or “kool”) experience! My Ome Nic is the person on the left, in the hat.
Over the years, I’ve tried different ways to teach myself Dutch. Just before my last trip to the Netherlands, I started using Duolingo. It was an amazing tool at the time, and my knowledge of Dutch improved rapidly. I even used it every day during my stay in the Netherlands. Unfortunately, Duolingo is not what it once was, and it has changed a lot for the worse in recent years. With its latest changes, I find it is not a good learning tool at all. I’m inclined to quit the site altogether, but for the fact I’ve got an amazing streak going on there. One of the stereotypes of the Dutch is that they’re stubborn, and I am stubbornly hanging on if only to see how far I can take this streak.
My Duolingo streak as of March 5, 2023.
The other great resource I’ve taken advantage of are the free courses offered by FutureLearn. Again, this was a much better resource in the past, but I have taken a number of courses through this program. I have taken their basic Introduction to Dutch course several times. I’ve also taken some genealogy courses through FutureLearn, including one in genetic genealogy that I’ve stalled out on due to sheer lack of free time.
There are now also so many great YouTubers and Instagrammers who provide some wonderful, fun, and educational videos that have been invaluable. These include Learn Dutch with Kim (YouTube, Instagram), JeDutchy (YouTube, Instagram), and Learn Dutch with Bart de Pau (YouTube).
While my proficiency in Dutch is now barely conversational, I have excelled in learning what I need to know of the language to conduct meaningful research in that language. The Netherlands is one of the non-English speaking countries with the highest degree of English-language proficiency in the world and many of their online genealogy resources are offered in English. As well, the “translate” feature of browsers like Chrome can be invaluable, as is Google Translate. However, while there may be transcriptions of the source documents in English, the original records are in Dutch only, and knowing the language allows me to squeeze out so much more information than I might be able to get otherwise. I’m also able to carry out very basic chats in Dutch with cousins in the Netherlands.
Before leaving, I’d like to share two videos I’ve watched countless times in trying to improve my Dutch. The first is an interview of Audrey Hepburn. Her Dutch is so beautiful and easy to understand. The other is an interview of Eddie and Alex van Halen, who were born in the Netherlands and whose first language was Dutch. I’ve seen her repeat this same interview with the same interviewer in French, and it is equally eloquent and easy to follow. You can click on the images to watch the videos.
It’s funny how you can feel so bereaved at the passing of someone you’ve never met in real life. Nevertheless, today I feel a profound sense of loss over the passing of someone I consider to be a dear friend.
Arnoldus (“Nol”) van den Hurk passed away today. He was 87. I’ve known him for almost thirty years. Nol was a police officer in Haarlem, Netherlands who, like me, was an avid genealogist. I met him online 28 years ago, probably through Usenet, when he posted an offer to do archival lookups. I messaged him with one name, my great grandfather. He responded with information for many more of my ancestors in addition to my great grandfather. Over the next two years and over 50 emails, he provided me with information about scores of my Dutch family.
Over the years, our relationship expanded beyond genealogy, particularly with the advent of Facebook. Many times over the years I forgot about our connection through genealogy. I very much enjoyed his posts about his daily life and his many travels. Nol was also a great help to me as I tried to teach myself Dutch, answering my questions about word meanings, phrases, and idioms.
I knew Nol had been in the hospital for an extended period last year, but he was home before Christmas. He had been planning on visiting the United States this summer.
Needless to say, most of our ancestors were never on what we now consider to be social media. There were forms of communication and systems of social connection that we can consider to be the “social media” of their time. Minstrels, troubadours, and jongleurs were the social media influencers of medieval times. Ham radios and party lines are more recent pre-internet examples of what could be analogous to modern social media.
This is not an ad. Welcome to the olden days of the internet.
Of course, nowadays when people think of more modern forms of social media, things like Facebook and Twitter readily come to mind. I’ve made great use of both of those for genealogical purposes.
However, if you think about it, social media as we know it is getting somewhat long in the tooth, and the internet has been around so long that we no longer capitalize the word. The World Wide Web – another term that’s not used so much any more – made its debut to the general public in 1991. Thousands of genealogy websites were in existence more than 25 years ago. When Cyndi’s list made its debut in 1996, it had thousands of links by the end of that year.
The late 90s was also the heyday of Geocities, which I used for genealogy, among other things.
Here’s a part of the genealogy section of my Geocities site as it was in February 1999. Unfortunately, the background design and images have been lost.
I am amazed to see how many of the links on my old Geocities page still work. Of course, I made several mentions of Cyndi’s List. In fact, my genealogy page ended with this:
I also would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to Yvette’s Dutch Genealogy Homepage, which you’ll see is one of the hyperlinks on my old Geocities page. It is now Dutch Genealogy and I still make use of it all the time. Given that 15 years ago Yvette marked its 15th anniversary, this site has now been around in one form or another for thirty years!
Yes, I acknowledge that websites aren’t necessarily social media. However, while the term “social media” was many years in the future, I would argue that message boards, bulletin boards, IRC (internet relay chat), and Usenet were all early forms of social media. Looking through my digitized documents, I am surprised by how many items I saved through those sources as far back as 1995, along with scores of emails I exchanged with other genealogists using good old Pine. Other websites from back in the day that were forms of social media included Classmates.com and SixDegrees.com.
Even blogging easily pre-dates the turn of the century. THIS century, not 1900 as might come to mind to many older people when they hear the term. Blogging networking platforms such as Open Diary and LiveJournal originated in the late 90s.
I still have connections with some of the people I met through those venues, especially Nol, a fellow genealogist from Haarlem. I can’t even remember which bulletin board or Usenet group I met him on, but I have every email we exchanged since 1995. His help over the years has been invaluable. My only regret is that after all this time, I have yet to meet him in real life. The last time I was in Haarlem, Nol was in the United States! I promise we’re not deliberately trying to avoid each other.
My first email from Nol after we moved off the message boards. Not long after we started our correspondence, I learned that the family line of Nol’s wife intersected with mine.
The internet and social media isn’t as new as it’s sometimes made out to be, and it has always been a great tool for genealogists!
A Deck of Ancestors 