{"id":6137,"date":"2009-11-29T16:12:55","date_gmt":"2009-11-29T15:12:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/?p=6137"},"modified":"2025-09-19T12:59:03","modified_gmt":"2025-09-19T10:59:03","slug":"my-20th-century","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/my-20th-century\/","title":{"rendered":"(My) 20th Century"},"content":{"rendered":"

Edited<\/strong> on November 30th: I just learned my mini album
\nis one of the winners at t.a.a.f.o.m.f.t.!!!!!!!!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

YEAH!!!
\nThis morning, I finished my mini album for TAAFOMFT<\/a>\u00a0!<\/p>\n

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\nDo you have time?<\/p>\n

If not, come back later!<\/p>\n

If so – grab a cup of
\ncoffee\u00a0(or tea, or wine
\n– depending on what
\ntime it is over at your
\nplace…) sit back in
\nyour chair and\u00a0enjoy
\na lot of photo’s and
\njournaling!!!!<\/p>\n

Ready for take off..?<\/p>\n

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(My) 20th Century<\/h3>\n

(Remember, you can click on the photo’s to enlarge!)<\/p>\n

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Cover – Front<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cover – Back<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Index page<\/strong><\/p>\n

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1900-1910<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Scrap your favorite decade” was de opdracht bij t.a.a.f.o.m.f.t. en ik kon
\nniet kiezen. Ik maak een boekje en doe ze allemaal besloot ik. Over de jaren ‘0
\nwist ik niet veel. Mijn overgrootouders trouwden en Nout kwam met “de 1e
\nTour de France”. De rest zocht ik op Internet…<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Scrap your favorite decade” was the latest challenge at t.a.a.f.o.m.f.t. and
\nI couldn’t choose. So I decided to make a mini album and do them all.
\nI didn’t knew much about the ‘0 years. My great-grandparent married and\u00a0
\nNout knew the first Tour de France was organized.\u00a0I found the other facts
\non the Internet…<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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1910-1920<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

En dan naar de jaren ’10, waar ik ook niets van weet. Oh wacht, de Titanic
\nliep op een ijsberg in 1912. Ik heb de film nooit gezien maar de beelden zijn
\nnatuurlijk bekend. Papa noemde Mata Hari, de beroemde spionne. Een
\nNederlandse nog wel. Ze heette Griet Zelle en kwam uit Friesland.
\nDe eerste wereldoorlog moet ook nog worden vernoemd…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

On to the ’10, and I don’t know anything about those years also. Oh, wait,
\nthe Titanic crashed on an iceberg in 1912. I haven’t seen the movie, but the
\nimages are well known. My dad mentioned Mata Hari, the famous spy.
\nA Dutch woman. Her name was Griet Zelle and she was born in Friesland.
\nAnd of course I had to mention the first Word War…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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1920-1930<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

De jaren ’20 zijn al wat bekender. De Jugendstil kreeg ik al vroeg mee door de
\ntegels die pa in de antiekwinkel had en de Art Deco heeft mij altijd kunnen
\nbekoren. Later leerde ik ook de mode uit die tijd kennen. Het was zelfs
\neen tijdje hip in mijn eigen twenties. Het stond mij wel, zo’n kapsel en een
\nCharleston jurk. Ik was een fashionista…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The twenties are better known. I learned about the Jugendstil on an early age
\nbecause of the tiles my dad had in his antique shop and the Art Deco always
\nenchanted me. Later on I learned about the fashion. It even was fashionable
\nfor a while when I was in my own twenties. It even flatters me,\u00a0this twenties
\nhairstyle\u00a0and a Charleston dress. I was a fashionista…<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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1930-1940<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu komen er bekende gezichten in beeld. Mijn opa’s en oma’s trouwden in de
\njaren ’30. Oma “veugel” op d’r\u00a0burgers. Ik heb haar eigenlijk nooit gevraagd
\nwanneer ze haar Zeeuwse dracht aflegde. Opa Barentsen stierf toen ik nog
\nmaar 2 was en met de andere grootouders hadden we geen contact. Ik moest
\nhet in mijn jeugd dus met 1 oma doen. Haar zus Jans was me liever…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some familiar faces come in sight now. My grandparents married each other
\nin the thirties. Grandma “Bird” in civilian clothes. I never asked her when
\nshe took of the Zeeuws costume. Grandpa Barentsen died when I was only
\ntwo years old en we didn’t speak to the other grandparents. I had to manage
\nmy youth with only one grandma. I loved her sister Jans more…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

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1940-1950<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

In 1940 zijn papa & mama geboren maar de eerste jaren stonden vooral in het
\nteken van de oorlog en – op Walcheren – de inundatie. In 1945 werd Nederland
\nbevrijd en kon de weder opbouw beginnen. De jeugd van mijn beide ouders
\nstond in het teken van zee, zand en water. Mooie verhalen…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(Ach kijk nou, wat een lief ventje! Mijn vader.
\nIk kreeg zijn karakter en ogen.)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(Ach kijk nou, wat een lief meisje! Mijn moeder.
\nIk kreeg haar mond en haar oren…)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

My parents are born in 1940 but the first years of the forties were all about
\nthe war and – on Walcheren – the inundation.(*) The Netherlands were
\nliberated in 1945 and after that, the rebuilding began. My parents’ youth
\nwas dominated by sea, sand and water. Beautiful stories…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(Ah, look at him. What a sweet little boy. My father.
\nI got his\u00a0nature and his eyes.)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Ah, look at her. What a\u00a0sweet little girl. My mother.
\nI got her mouth and her ears…)<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(*) “Walcheren”\u00a0= the island they lived. “Inundation” = flooding a part of the
\nland on purpose to dispel the enemy.<\/span><\/p>\n

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1950-1960<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aah, de tienerjaren van mijn ouders! The Everly Brothers en Elvis waren hip.
\nAmerika kwam naar Europa via radio & T.V. Mijn vader werkte als machinist
\nop een boot. Mijn moeder speelde gitaar en ze kregen verkering. Een
\nvriendenclub, juke boxen en rock ‘n roll. Petticoats en vetkuiven. Het moet
\neen mooie tijd geweest zijn…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(intussen werd in een andere plaats op 28-12-1953\u00a0mijn lief\u00a0geboren)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aah, those teenage years of my parents! The Everly Brothers and Elvis were
\ntrendy. America came to Europe through radio and T.V. My dad worked as
\nan engineer on a ship. My mum played the guitar amd they dated. A circle
\nof friends, juke boxes and Rock ‘n Roll. Petticoats and quiffs. It must have
\nbeen a lovely time…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(In the meantime, in another place, my beloved was born on 12\/28\/1953)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

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1960-1970<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ik werd geboren in 1963 en 2 jaar later mijn broertje Ricky. Mijn vader koopt
\nsamen met een vriend een boot en wordt visser. Mama draagt lang haar,
\nlange wikkelrokken, grote oorringen, en borduurt bloemetjes op haar broek.
\nSamen zoeken we klavertjes vier in de speeltuin. Ik vind het een feest om
\nnaar school te gaan. Juf Dronkers lacht een beetje raar – “achteruit” – maar
\nze is heel lief. Ik speel met Petra en Karien.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was born in 1963 and two years later my brother Ricky. My dad\u00a0buys a boat.
\ntogether with a friend,\u00a0and becomes a fisherman. My mum wears long hair,
\nlong wrapped skirts, big earrings en embrioders little flowers on her jeans.
\nWe go to the village playground to search for four leaf clovers together.
\nI love to go to school. Although Mrs. Dronkers does laugh in a funny way
\n– “backwards” –\u00a0 she’s very sweet. I play with Petra and Karien.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

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1970-1980<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pa begint een antiekzaak, mama schrijft en ik ben dik bevriend met Karin &
\nLena. Lagere school. Meester den Hartog. En fan van de Bay City Rollers.
\nGiechelen op onze kamers om jongens. Dagboeken vol verliefdheid. De eerste
\nzoen, mijn eerste vriendje. ‘s Zaterdags op stap. Royal en de Hooizolder.
\nHardrock en disco…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dad starts an antiques shop, mum writes books and I am close friends with
\nKarin & Lena. Primary school. Principal den Hartog. I’m a fan of the
\nBay City Rollers. Giggling in our teenage rooms about boys. Diaries filled
\nwith “crushes”. My first kiss, my first boyfriend. Out on Saturdaynights.
\n“Royal” and “de Hooizolder”. Hardrock and disco…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

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1980-1990<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jaren ’80. Wilde jaren. Jaren waarin veel gebeurde. Trouwen en scheiden.
\nVerhuizingen. Affaires. Nieuwe vrienden en vriendinnen. Stationstraat
\nM’burg. Lenny. Tilburg. Studeren. Samenwonen. Eindhoven. Afstuderen.
\nIn deze jaren werd ik pas echt volwassen.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The eighties. Wild years. Years in which a lot happened. I married. I divorced.
\nI moved. Had affaires. Made new boy and girlfriends. Stationstr. M’burg(*).
\nLenny. Tilburg(*). Study. Living together. Eindhoven(*). Graduate. These are
\nthe\u00a0years in which I really became an adult.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(*) Places I lived.<\/p>\n

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1990-2000<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Een nieuwe generatie dient zich aan. Op 5 juli 1992 wordt mijn zoon Nout
\ngeboren. De eerste jaren zijn niet makkelijk met een huilbaby en een aflopende
\nrelatie met zijn vader. In 1996 vind ik een baan en bloei helemaal op. Ik kom
\nMarius tegen en na een periode vol twijfel ga ik alleen wonen. Met zowel Nout
\nals mij gaat alles vanaf dat moment fantastisch. We zijn gelukkig…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

A new generation presents itself. On the 5th of July 1992, my son Nout was
\nborn. The first years aren’t easy with a “cry baby” and a relationship that’s
\nmoving to the end. I find a job in 1996, and I blossom. I meet Marius and
\nafter a period filled with doubts, I decide to leave Nout’s father and live
\non my own. Right from that moment, both Nout and I are doing great.
\nWe’re happy…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>
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2000-2010<\/strong><\/p>\n

Journaling Dutch:<\/strong><\/p>\n

De relatie met Marius verdiept en in 2001 kopen we samen en huis en word ik
\nmede vennoot van het bedrijf. Nout groeit uit tot een geweldige jonge man…
\nPROOST!<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Journaling English:<\/strong><\/p>\n

My relationship with Marius deepens and we buy a house together in 2001.
\nI also become a co-owner of the company. Nout grows out to be a marvelous
\nyoung man… CHEERS!<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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I used lots of different materials and techniques all through the album.
\nIt’s just too much to list it, but you can shoot me an e-mail if you have
\nany questions about the used stuff or techniques on a particular page.<\/p>\n

I also hope the journaling is understandable, it was quite some work to
\ntranslate it all! I might have made some spelling mistakes along the way.
\nSorry for that!<\/p>\n

I hope you enjoyed “my little history”!!!<\/p>\n

Je t’embrasse!<\/p>\n

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Edited on November 30th: I just learned my mini album is one of the winners at t.a.a.f.o.m.f.t.!!!!!!!! YEAH!!! This morning, I finished my mini album for TAAFOMFT\u00a0! Do you have time? If not, come back later! If so – grab a cup of coffee\u00a0(or tea, or wine – depending on what time it is over […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1,391],"tags":[442,101,439,443,119],"class_list":["post-6137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-uncategorized","category-taafomft","tag-century","tag-challenge","tag-decades","tag-history","tag-mini-album","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6137"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6137\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maritspaperworld.com\/old-blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}