When the Liberation Came

“What would you like me to tell you about?” Grandmother Brouwer sat in her easy chair in the bow window of her living room, with a happy smile on her deeply lined face. A white lace ruff on her graceful dark dress gave her the dignity that her three grandchildren liked so much. James, who last week became 16 years old, said, “You choose the subject yourself, Grandmother.” “Well,” she said, “what is the topic of the day? Did you look at the calendar?” James’ sisters, Nelly and Liesbeth, had...