The ear iron as a precious memory

A green, sunny garden with apple trees. Cycling along an idyllic country road together with daddy. Later on, dancing at a party in the big city of Rotterdam. If Grietje Wilhelmina Kiers from the village of Diever in Drenthe lived now, she would probably share such pictures on her social media. But Grietje was born on August 22, 1903. She did not take pictures, let alone apply filters to them. Instead, she put down the 'lovely memories’ of her childhood in the village of Diever in writing. 'A pig was slaughtered at the end of the summer. In the slaughter season we got fried black pudding and liver sausage. Delicious!'. But there were also sad memories of the death of her sister: 'Like a beautiful doll she lay in her coffin, so sad. Mom was so sad then and yet so strong.' Grietje’s mother Anna Kruimink would certainly have been a topic on Grietje’s ‘socials’. Laughing, as she is about to go to church, to attend a wedding, for example. Proudly she wears her necklace (5) and ear iron (6), reflecting the rays of the sun. In her hand a precious bible with gold fittings (7). Grietje herself would not use such an old-fashioned ear iron and church book, but she did hold on to them. As precious memories of an unforgettable childhood.