During the war, my father was in the Luchtbescherming to protect citizens against air attack.  So we had to leave our house for safety.  Griet, Meip, Henry and I were going to an acquaintance named Nauta.  He was in the Dutch army prior to it being de-mobilized in 1942.

We went during curfew, in the broad daylight, to the Nauta house for safe keeping.  A German soldier began shooting at us as we turned from De Laan on to Fisser Street.  A couple pulled us in their house as more gun fire exploded.  The soldier who fired at us, mere children, lay dead in the street.  We stayed with the people who saved us from sure death until the next day when dad found us and picked us up.  The couple were regular customers of the store, their last name was Fraussen.