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"What do you remember about your grandmother's garden?"

1 voice

  • Greta Visser

    Brabant · b. 1942

    NL

    My grandmother's garden was full of herbs and currants. You could hide between the bean poles. The smell of the earth after rain stays with me.

"Tell me something about your mother's hands. The smell, the shape, what they did."

2 voices

  • Wim Bakker

    Friesland · b. 1935

    NL

    My mother's hands were rough from working in the stable. But when she tucked me in at night they felt soft and smelled of soap.

  • Anna van der Berg

    Drenthe · b. 1938

    NL

    My mother's hands always smelled of soap and butter from cooking. Sometimes of the garden, of thyme. In the evening I could smell her hands on the sheet.

"What do you remember about Sunday morning in your house when you were small?"

2 voices

  • Greta Visser

    Brabant · b. 1942

    NL

    On Sunday morning the whole house smelled of coffee and fried eggs. My father read the newspaper, my mother sang while she set the table.

  • Anna van der Berg

    Drenthe · b. 1938

    NL

    Sunday morning was quiet. First the church bells in the distance, then the bread from the oven and the voice of my mother humming the psalm under her breath.

"Describe the bread your family ate. The smell, the shape, who baked it."

1 voice

  • Wim Bakker

    Friesland · b. 1935

    NL

    The bread was dark and large, a whole week on the table. My mother baked it every Tuesday. The smell of fresh bread and flour on her apron.