Mrs. Veldman continues: “There was another family, there were twelve of them. Philips had rented a wagon for us, we were 24 in it. We left Emmen at about half past seven. I was 17, the oldest of the bunch. My mother was so nervous and nervous, she lay all day on the train with Hoffmann drops and cologne. I sat with my nine-month-old sister on her arm. We arrived in Eindhoven at about half past four in the afternoon. One with a pillowcase with good on the back, the other with a handbag. We were like emigrants. We went to the Drenthe village, they called it that because there were Drenthe people , and also Groningen residents, came to live. The houses were so new, the lime and cement were still on the floor. The furniture was still on the train, the entire estate came with it in a large truck. There was one day to furnish the house and that was enough. That Drenthe cover didn’t say that much.”
Drenthe en masse to Philips, away from the poverty of the peat
