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Stolen Childhood Holocaust Survivor ~ Maurits Louis Witsema (de Wit)

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Stolen Childhood Holocaust Survivor ~ Maurits Louis Witsema (de Wit)
As a little girl growing up in Michigan, I loved to play outside. I had several friends who lived right on my   street and we would have the best time. 





We would play baseball, kick the can, Murder in the dark (which is tag at night using flash lights), board games like Monopoly, Clue, Careers, and Cards, riding our bikes all over the neighborhood and into our town for ice cream or French fries. It was truly a fabulous way to grow up. I am so grateful also for the fact that I still am friends with a many of my childhood friends. Whenever I travel to Michigan I get together with many of my friends. It’s such a warm happy feeling and so good for my soul.
I was talking to my friend from here in The Netherlands the other day and basically he had the same beginning to life. But what if this little boy I’m talking about was not born in 1962 like me but in 1929? And right in the middle of his idyllic childhood a war begins and …

A New Chapter in my Life ~ Blueberry Pancake Publishing

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A New Chapter in my Life Blueberry Pancake Publishing



For anyone that enjoyed reading my blog, I am happy to let you know that I am continuing to write. My real passion lies in children's stories. After teaching for many years, I find writing funny little stories for children quite a delight. 
I've started my own publishing company called 
Blueberry Pancake Publishing 
Here is the website if you would like to follow along. My first book will be coming out hopefully sometime within a year. I'm taking my time so I can learn and truly enjoy the whole process. 
https://blueberrypancakepublishing.blogspot.com/



Going Home

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Going Home

Five years ago a twist of fate was put right into our path of life, a company from The Netherlands was recruiting my husband and they were pushing pretty hard. We did all sorts of research, asked family and close friends how everyone felt about us leaving and moving overseas, and consulted with our three children. Really we left our fate up to our 15 year old daughter. We would be pulling her out of her high school and moving her around the world where the people speak a language she’d never been exposed to and to people she had nevermet. Two of our girls were already in college and wanted to stay in the US to finish up their schooling. Our littlest one cried for about a half hour then said.... Let’s Go! Amy's first class trip ~ Barcelona! It was this courageous little girl who would march off to Europe with her eyes wide open, while her Mommy tried to hold onto her hand a little longer. Her bravery helped me to overcome my fear and jump on board this amazing opportunity …