The Apple Eater
(excerpt) May 9,1940:
the Koning Family, Arnhem
Nine years ago Mark had come to the Netherlands [from the
US] to visit his sister…his upstairs room overlooked Arnhem’s largest park,
Sonsbeek. From this room he watched a slender woman with thick auburn hair
pushing an elderly woman in a wheelchair. One day he introduced himself…. and
Nella invited him to her tennis club. …..Mark could not remember when he
actually fell in love with Nella but they began to discuss a future together.
During an evening walk] Mark rounded the corner…..This is my home now. My family, my country,
whatever happens, we go through it together. Inside, once more, Mark felt
calmer. Quietly he slipped into bed beside Nella. ……[She] cuddled into his
outstretched arm. “That was a long time [to go for] a glass
of milk.”
“I had a devil of a time finding a cow”.
Mark slept. He slept so soundly that, when the first bombs
fell, he heard nothing.
Elske ran into her parents’ bedroom:”Mamma!, Pappa!”. Nella
pulled her frightened daughter into the bed beside her. A sharp whistle, the
third in the last few minutes….an explosion rattled the windows…..Elske’s voice
quavered. “Bombs Mamma? Real bombs??
The screaming projectiles came in rapid succession and the
house trembled as the bombs thundered.
“Can the bombs hit our house?”
Hansje screamed Nella got out of bed. “Let’s hope not!
For two days the German Army streamed into Arnhem on
motorcycles and in trucks. The constant roar on the nearby Velperweg became a
monotonous drone.
May 11, 1940
On Monday, Mark went back to work but, the schools were
closed. Nella….took the tram into town with Nico and Elske. She felt reassured
to see stores open and the bustle of Dutch people in the center of the city.….nothing
seemed changed except that German military personnel roamed everywhere….Arnhem
citizens eyed the Nazis warily…. Elske and Nico. [appeared] awed by the severe
uniforms and black, shiny boots.
August 15 1940: the
Wieringa family, Amsterdam
The studio was up three flights of stairs in a dark and
narrow building…..A worktable stood…..tools hung on a wall rack…..and sculpting
instruments stood near the table. Josylyn turned on a lamp above a nearly
finished wood sculpture which stood on a stool. “Hello Apple Eater
Friend….Father, I keep thinking that he is going to say something.”…..Light
bathed the reddish brown face of the wooden lad. His hand held an apple near
his mouth – a momentary action frozen in time.
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Jitse looked at his wife anxiously. “How do you think [all
this] will affect your work?”……
“I was shocked that word had gotten around. “You’re Jewish,
aren’t you,”[my superior] asked me. “When I told him I was, he steered me away
from the other workers. ‘Mevrouw Wieringa,” he said in a confidential tone…..”l
wish you well but, I cannot let you work for us now. Too many people know and
disapprove”……
“But Father, what if she has to hide or, we all have
to?”Joslyn asked, “where will we all go?”
Jitse turned to his daughter. “I’ve considered that. The
studio is a remote place. It is not an official residence because it has no
address, and no mail is ever delivered there. Your mother has only been there a
few times so people [who might inform on us] do not make the association
between the two of us. I’m planning to make it comfortable enough for us all to
live in, if necessary and, it’s large enough for an extra family. We need to
think about helping others any way that we can.”
December 8 1940 the
Koning family, Arnhem (note: one day after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor)
Nella met him [Mark] at the door and, he put his arms around
her. She kissed him and leaned her head against his shoulder. They walked
inside where the children stood in the kitchen……
“We’re Americans too, Pappa. Are we enemies of the Dutch
people now?”
“Technically yes, Nico but, I don’t feel much like an enemy,
do you?”
“No. Are we also technically enemies of Germany?”
“Well yes, but then, haven’t we felt that way all along?”
The two younger children had gone to bed, Nella was knitting
and Mark and Nico were assembling a jigsaw puzzle when a loud banging on the
front door startled them. Full of apprehension, Nella started for the door.
“Wait Nella, don’t go alone”. Mark got up and together they
walked to the hallway. The knocking continued, this time, even louder. Slowly,
Mark opened the door. Two tall men in black NSB (Dutch Nazi) uniforms stood on
the front steps.
They removed their hats politely as one man said, “Mark
Koning?” Mark nodded. “We have orders to take you with us.”
“Won’t you come in gentlemen?” Nella asked with a calmness
she did not feel. The officers stepped inside and Nella closed the door.
“On what charge?” asked Mark.
You are an American.”
Nella leaned against Mark. “Is this a crime?”
“These are our orders. Please come with us.”
"Where to, if I may ask?”
“The police station.”
…….Nella headed for the stairs. “I’ll go upstairs and throw
some [of your] things together into an overnight bag.”
Elske and Hansje bounded down the stairs. “where are you
going Pappa?” Elske clung to him and stared at the officers……..
Nella closed the door after they left. Her body felt
drained. Upstairs, she undressed and crawled into the empty bed.
October 5, 1942
(note: Mark is set free and is now home)
“Nella has been telling me that it is difficult to buy
sufficient staples in the stores.”
Lincoln glanced at Vivienne. “We know of several farmers in
the area who would be happy to swap food for money or clothing or other
items…..In fact, there is a pig farmer near Heren, which is just an hour by
bicycle. Take along items [of value]…..and they’ll exchange for pork, bacon and
grain.”
April 16, 1943
Wieringa Family, Amsterdam
“Someone has found your parents studio, Joslyn. When I
stopped by last night the place was ransacked, no sign of your parents or of
the Rosendaals. I have no idea where they are right now, but I know that
another train leaves for Germany from the main station at two o’clock tomorrow.”
Joselyn felt a shock go through her body. “Where are they
going?”
Gerrit hesitated. “People are being told Poland, where they
are going to be with other Jews. There is supposed to be a designated community
for European Jews.”
“That’s [Poland] where my mother is from. I want to go too.
Can I meet them tomorrow?”
“No Darling. They knew you would ask if it came to this, but
they made me promise that I would not allow you to follow them.
“But how bad can it be? At least we could all be together.”
“No one knows where they are really going. Your parents
would only worry if you came along.” Joslyn laid her head on Gerrit’s shoulder
and cried. “My father too? He’s not even Jewish.”
“He has been helping, not only your mother and the
Rosendaals, but a lot of Jewish people. They definitely want him.”
September 5 1944
(Koning family, Arnhem)
Day and night Nella and her family listened to the
thundering of Wehrmacht trucks traveling northeast along the Velperweg,
retreating? The sky too was filled with the constant roar of English
reconnaissance planes. They flew overhead during daylight now.
A few days later, unable to stem her own curiosity, Nella
left the children with Emma and walked along the Velperweg to her father and
mother’s house. She witnessed horse drawn carts clattering through the streets,
but many [German] men walking slowly, wearily. The wounded hobbled on crutches
or with a stick – the sad faces - and realized that many of those in uniform
were mere children, fifteen perhaps, faces still smooth and only a few years
older than Nico.
September 15 1944
Nella awoke to an eerie silence……all German women pregnant
or with small children were ordered to leave Arnhem……They heard rumors of
allied advances…..The price of freedom could be terrible….should Mark hide or
even the whole family?
September 17 1944
(historical note: Battle of Arnhem)
When they arrived home, Mamma opened the back fence latch……a
cloth was still on the patio table. Elske and Rico put on plates of ruck,
margarine and jam. Mamma poured glasses of watery milk. Another air raid. Low
flying [English] planes screeched overhead…..splintering noises rumbled close
by…..around them walls ripped and tumbled. Elske’s mouth felt dry and her heart
pounded against her chest. Hansje cried…..”Mamma I can’t see.”
Mamma picked up Hansje. “Let’s go! Nico, hang on to
Elske…..Tante Emma yelled, “They’re alive! Oh thank God! Nella, come here
please”…….Lieneks’s high pitched voice faded as they ran through the alley,
“Nico! Elske!Hansje!”
April 10 1945 (in a
northern village where the family had fled after the battle of Arnhem)
The next few days Germans swarmed the village and the
English flew overhead. Villagers felt apprehension yet, excitement. Some
townspeople climbed on their rooks and waved to the British planes.
“Fools!” said others.
By the following Sunday, the Germans who had overrun the
village…..were gone.
There was no sign of English planes, either, and the quiet
in the village felt eerie. The next morning the church
was unusually crowded.
“Why so many people, Mamma?” Elske asked.
“I’m afraid Mamma.”
“So am I darling. So is everyone.”
The minister paid little attention to what he was saying,
because he was listening; they all were - listening,
anticipating, hoping, fearing.
A soft rumble at first. Then louder. People spilled from the
pews and into the street.
Outside, Mark ran ahead waving his arms. “Canadians”…..“The
Canadians are here!”
Nella grasped the arms of her children and ran along with
the crowd……A large green tank lumbered into view followed by another and
another.
Hansje tugged at her arm. “Is the war over, Mamma?”
Nella’s voice caught in her throat. “Yes, over” she cried,
“it’s over!”
'Mieke’ Tazelaar