“Yes, I do… do I?”

The following is a written adaptation of a monologue performed by Ingrid Dümpel on International Women’s Day at Nia Domo (a community center) in Boekel, Netherlands. “I felt like a bird with too little flying experience being thrown out of the nest! And in my husband’s world, I remained the spring chicken, because he was…

Maria and staff in front of Holland International Market

Maria Serves Dutch Indo Community

Maria and Holland International Market With the opening of its doors, Holland International Market, Inc. started a new era of Dutch culture and specialty goods in Bellflower, California. The former local Dutch store, Holland American International Specialities closed for good in June 2014. It was the premier distributor of fine European and domestic specialty gourmet…

On the Move in Indonesia

By Roger Green Dokars A dokar is the jiggling, horse-drawn cart found throughout Indonesia. The two-wheeled carts are usually brightly colored with decorative motifs and bells. The small horses or ponies often have long tassels attached to their bridles. A typical dokar has bench seating on either side, which can comfortably fit three or four…

Jeannette Lambert

By Bianca Dias-Halpert It was with great pleasure to interview Jeannette Lambert from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.  Our Skype connection but for one tiny glitch went smoothly and we had a nice chat about our mutual heritage. Jeannette is a jazz singer, artist, mother, wife from Canada who was born in Leiden, NL.  Her father, Walter…

Poezie

By Bianca Dias-Halpert and Carol Norwood, USA Do you remember your “Poezie Album” ? This is an autograph book which belongs to Carol’s mother.  It was a tradition to have family members, classmates, neighbors write something in it such as  well wishes.  This particular book contains autographs from her classmates while attending school on the…

The Indo Way

By Jack Profijt, Ontario, Canada When I was growing up in Canada, I always had the impression that I was not quite the same as everyone else. For the most part I grew up in small farming communities in Southern Ontario, so things that were out of the ordinary were very noticeable. So picture this.…