The Start of working life.
During the war years of the 1940's I went to the HBS at the Bergsingel in
was quite a walk from were we lived. On walking to school (no other transport
and/or money available) I most often walked through a street were there was a
bakery. As I liked the smell of what they were baking there I often stopped
there and tried to have a look in. During this period I got to know all the
people at the Rijssemus bakery and sometimes I could help for an half hour or so
with the dirty jobs. As I was a school student whose parents were of limited
means, I could never take part of any of the activities that the other students
of my class
enjoyed, they were mainly children of parents with substantial means and most of
them were living in and around Hillegersberg. Maybe because of all the
previous it was that on the 1st of February 1943, at the ripe old age of just over 14 years, I took
up a position
of apprentice cook-pastry cook with the firm of Rijssemus. I was employed there until
August 1945 at which date I was engaged by the undermentioned Company. However during the
war (WWII), my years with Rijssemus was underbroken by what you could call, a stint of
forced labour in Germany.
Here I escaped out of a well guarded work camp and almost found
my way back to Holland. Because of the chaos at the final stages of the war things went
terribly wrong and I was imprisoned and put in a camp far worse than I had escaped from.
By the end of the war, from the group of about 150 men so I was told, only 25 survived. But
that is a story I still have not been able to tell much about to any one and maybe one day
I will find the courage to relive all those months again and put that story to paper.
You will find more of my work history on the following pages