My aunt lives in Gouda.
For many years she ran a 'cigarettes store', at that address. 
Until I migrated (1956, age 12) whenever I called on her, 
I would need to shout: "Blijf maar!"  ("Don't come out.") 
when I opened her front door and the bell rang, announcing a customer.

It was a modest shop with regular customer whom she used to urge
NOT to smoke ( Read more... )

My son and my daughter came to help me tidy up and organise.

My daughter gathered a number of large boxes and labelled them.

ONE of these she labelled:

MEMORABILIA.

"I know which box will have the most in it," my son remarked.

He's quite right!!!

Most of my paintings are based on all those ( Read more... )