Sunday Bridges

A bridge in Hoorn a little harbour city at the IJssellake. The bridge is new and leads to the "Museum ot the 20th Century".

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Reading and writing

After the succes of yesterdays post I continue with the nostalgic museum. The school in the thirties or fourties I think as I watch the teacher. My mother looked that way too when she was a teacher at that time.

It was possible to write some text down with a crown pen and ink. I learned writing this way when I was six years old.

The last line is mine. I learned it this way but I don't write so proper anymore.

We learned reading with the help of this board with moveable characters. Everyone at that time could recite these words from the head. I can't remember how we learned reading with this, but I did obviously.

Do you remember these? We now mostly write with machines.

Museum of the 20th Century

I visited the museum in Hoorn which shows how we lived in  the past century. It was a kind of nostalgic travel through my own life as there were interiors of dutch houses, which all looked so familiar to me. This one is from the fourties how my grandparents lived.

The fifties when the first tv's arrived. This is what I remember of my own childhood. We didn't have the tv yet but the dinnertable with the white tablecloth and the tableware are quite the same.

This is at my parents home. I am in the middle with two friends and my father at my 16th birthday at the dinnertable as above.

In the sixties I had a simular chair and table made of rattan in my own girls room.

In the seventies we got married, we had a lot of orange and brown in our interior, but not so hysterical  like this. But I must admit that the plates for the fondue set are still in my cupboard.

I am afraid I am ready for a museum....

This was in our first home in 1970. Hairy SC with tobacco pipe, my friend Ava and I had dinner with cheese fondue.