He is married to Hasseltje Hogeterp.
They got married on July 4, 1938 at Wymbritseradeel, he was 27 years old.Source 3
Child(ren):
Beroep: Timmerman
Gevonden op http://www.calvin.edu/hh/family_history_resources/Immigration%20Committee%20Report.pdf
Dutch Emigrants to North America, 1946-1963 (most went to Canada via Pier 21)
De Bock, Klaas Family Size: 7; Religion: Christian Reformed
Origin: Heeg, Friesland -- Arrival year:Quebec 24-04-1951
Sponsor: Hogeterp C M - Destination: RR 1, Jarvis, Ontario.
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They actually had five kids. Clara, Jim, rose, Anne, pieter and a baby that passed just after birth. I am one of pieters youngest daughters.
Ann Fougere Cambridge Times Monday, November 10, 2014
CAMBRIDGE- My father, Klaas de Bock, would always tell us children on Remembrance Day, “Never forget, the Canadian soldiers saved the Dutch people.” The Canadians liberated Holland from the Nazis, the Dutch nation and their future generations would never forget their sacrifice. But in many ways, the Second World War seems more real to me through my mother Hazel’s stories. She raised her small children (Clara, Rose and Jim) on her own.
My father had been forced to work in a factory by the enemy. He would come home for visits and, nine months later, along would come another baby. One baby only survived a few months. My mother would not talk about this child but one day, 40 years later, she told me the story.
It was the anniversary of Aukje’s passing. She never forgot her baby. My mother said the pregnant mothers and their babies didn’t get enough nutrition, so many babies died.
Most of my aunts lost a baby too. My uncle Pieter and my Tante Lutske lost their first two children. How sad.
What bothered my mother a great deal was the lack of soap. My mother told me about the trials of washing dirty diapers without hardly any soap during the war.
Listening to this story as a little girl, I was horrified by her hardship as I was unable to comprehend the more serious aspect of war. Also, my feisty mother hid a young Jewish woman in the small house for a few months. The other villagers in the town of Heeg were afraid of what might happen if she was discovered. So the frightened Jewish woman was forced to find another haven by the Underground. After the war, it was revealed that my father’s brother worked in the Resistance. No one had known. My mother had been hiding a contraband radio for her brother. One day, her brother came to get the radio because it was too dangerous for her to keep it. Just as she was giving him the radio, down the street came the Nazi soldiers doing house searches for radios. They froze. The Nazis came and searched everywhere in the small house but didn’t find anything. “Where did you hide the radio?” said my terrified uncle. She replied, “Somewhere, no man would every look.”
Hazel Hogeterp de Bock had successfully hidden the radio, almost in plain sight, in a basket, under a stack of stinky dirty diapers.
On Remembrance Day, I say a prayer of gratitude for Canadian soldiers. I send blessings to mothers in war zones everywhere.
I wish for all the mothers to have food for babies and soap for diapers. And I remember what my mother always said, “I cannot believe the goodness that I found in Canada.”
Anne Fougere teaches a learn-to-meditate course at the Allan Reuter Centre.
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