Dear Oma,

My brother, Ian, and I were so incredibly lucky to have an oma as wonderful as you. Growing up, we spent countless weekends with you and Opa at your house on Orchard Lake. These weekends often consisted of the same activities --- swimming down near the dock, taking the paddleboat out for a ride, picking out a movie at the store to take home and watch, you tucking us into bed at night with hot water bottles, dutch pancakes in the morning. I will never forget the sound of those slender, golden bangles you wore on your wrist, clinking musically as you went about your day. Or the cuckoo clock down in the kitchen.

From you I learned how to swim, play piano, be an active listener, and have a curiosity for the big world around us. Your devotion for your family was remarkable and, from a grandchild's point of view, you seemed to "glue" us all together, no matter how scattered across space we were. 

While I no longer will be able to come by and visit with you, have a cup of tea, and chat about the going-ons of life, I know your presence will always be there. And I am not alone in saying that, during the tough times, I will take comfort in asking myself "What would Oma do?"

Love you always,

Lianna 

Anneke was one of my best Dutch friends.  I could discuss almost any topic with her and could depend on her not to repeat it.  She often gave me advise or her opinion on matters that meant something to me.  Even now, there are times that I think, what would Anneke suggest I do.  She was like a big sister.  We had many memories of Dutch songs from when we were younger, as well as Dutch history from way back as well as not too long ago.  At times we had to consult old Dutch song books, whether at her home or mine; or English/Dutch dictionaries, because neither one of us was sure about a song or word. After looking things up, they would refresh our memories, and we would say: "Oh, yes, of coiurse."

Anneke was very special to me and will definitely be missed. Rest in Peace, my sweet, good friend.

Lea Menko