Hij is getrouwd met Poulina Paulina Hollenberg.
"Anecdotes About Immediate Ancestors
by Dokdiek van der Zel, born 19-08-1938
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The earliest memories of my grandfather, Dirk van der Zel, was that he lived on a small holding opposite the church and graveyard in Wognum, and that outside, nailed to a corner of the shed for his goats and cattle was a "pispaaltje", a metal container with a pipe into the ground, in which men relieved themselves outside... but at that time, I was too small to use it, and could not reach it!
Inside the small house of my grandparents, we visited for meals. I remember my grandmother spitting out her food she chewed in "bolletjes", little round balls of chewed food into a porcelain glass. I later found out she died from throat cancer.
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https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/32008428
Bruidegom
Dirk van der Zel
Beroep
arbeider
Geboorteplaats
Spanbroek
Leeftijd
23
Bruid
Poulina Hollenberg
Geboorteplaats
Hoogwoud
Leeftijd
26
Vader van de bruidegom
Jacobus van der Zel
Moeder van de bruidegom
Antje Compas
Vader van de bruid
Jacob Hollenberg
Beroep
arbeider
Moeder van de bruid
Cornelia Moeijes
Gebeurtenis
Huwelijk
Datum
05-03-1905
Gebeurtenisplaats
Heerhugowaard
Documenttype
BS Huwelijk
Erfgoedinstelling
Noord-Hollands Archief
Plaats instelling
Haarlem
Collectiegebied
Noord-Holland
Aktenummer
4
Registratiedatum
05-03-1905
Akteplaats
Heerhugowaard
Aktesoort
H
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https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/33103050
Bruidegom
Dirk van der Zel
Bruid
Paulina Hollenberg
Gebeurtenis
Huwelijk
Datum
15-03-1905
Documenttype
BS Huwelijk
Erfgoedinstelling
Regionaal Archief Alkmaar
Plaats instelling
Alkmaar
Collectiegebied
Noord-Holland
Archief
77.1.2.030
Registratienummer
179
Aktenummer
1905/04
Registratiedatum
15-03-1905
Akteplaats
Heerhugowaard
Collectie
Archiefnaam: Burgerlijke Stand Regiogemeenten, Bron: Huwelijksregister, Deel: 179, Periode: 1903-...
Boek
Huwelijksregister
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Bron Burgerlijke stand - Huwelijk
Archieflocatie Noord-Hollands Archief
Algemeen Toegangnr: 358
Inventarisnr: 52
Gemeente: Heerhugowaard
Soort akte: Huwelijksakte
Aktenummer: 4
Datum: 05-03-1905
Bruidegom Dirk van der Zel
Leeftijd: 23
Geboorteplaats: Spanbroek
Bruid Poulina Hollenberg
Leeftijd: 26
Geboorteplaats: Hoogwoud
Vader bruidegom Jacobus van der Zel
Moeder bruidegom Antje Compas
Vader bruid Jacob Hollenberg
Moeder bruid Cornelia Moeijes
Nadere informatie beroep bg.: arbeider; beroep vader bd.: arbeider
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PlaatsHeerhugowaard
BronHuwelijksregisters vanaf 1811
Periode1903-1912
BevatHuwelijksregister
Soort registratiehuwelijksakte
Aktenummer1905/04
Datum huwelijk15-03-1905
BruidegomDirk van der Zel
BruidPaulina Hollenberg
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Anecdotes About Immediate Ancestors
by Dokdiek van der Zel, born 19-08-1938
The story of my premature birth was that my mother who married on 2 February 1938, fell into a ditch between our house and the road (Langedyk?) in Wognum. The ditch was filled with water and "kroos", small green water plants, and it took her some time to clean herself and to get the assistance of my neighbour, for my birth. Supposed to be a result of my premature birth, I had more hair on my body, especially my back, that my mother called me a "Pindamannetjie", a peanut seller, hairier and darker than other Dutch babies.
The earliest memories of my grandfather, Dirk van der Zel, was that he lived on a small holding opposite the church and graveyard in Wognum, and that outside, nailed to a corner of the shed for his goats and cattle was a "pispaaltje", a metal container with a pipe into the ground, in which men relieved themselves outside... but at that time, I was too small to use it, and could not reach it!
Inside the small house of my grandparents, we visited for meals. I remember my grandmother spitting out her food she chewed in "bolletjes", little round balls of chewed food into a porcelain glass. I later found out she died from throat cancer.
Sometimes, we as grandchildren slept there overnight, in a "bedstee" or "bedstede", a bed facility in the dining room, which you enter by opening 2 doors, and then climb into it with enough space for two to sleep. Underneath, another two doors opened up a storage cellar space for potatoes.
During the Second World War, Germans occupied Holland. The first incident I remember was that I as a small preschool boy was carting potatoes and other skins in my wheelbarrow, either to or from my grandfathers' place as feed for pigs. When I passed the city hall of Wognum, around the corner from the church, a German soldier on duty there stepped froward, and with his bayonet stabbed into my wheelbarrow to inspect that I was not transporting prohibited goods.
I got such a fright, I probably cried all the way to my destination.
In that war-time period, my father could not carry out his profession as a carpenter, and worked on and off on farms in the vicinity, hiding from the Germans. German soldiers were regularly sent around to find able Dutch men, to work in Germany while the German men were away at war. I remember that Mama and us two or three children sat around the table in our house, along the Langedyk, when a troop of soldiers came in to surprise us in catching my father at home. Mum told him he was not here (we didn't really know) but when the solders were gone, my father crept out from the potato cellar described above, where he had hidden under a heap of potatoes.
On another such occasion, he had hidden above the fireplace, on a rod where meat was smoked on. Eventually, he was caught and sent to work on a farm of a painter-artist near Hamburg. I seem to remember that he was given a pass to come back every now and again with food and money, and in the end he came back with an original painting of the Luneburg heath, near Hamburg. We still have that painting at present in the home of Marthie Leach.
I also remember my other grandparents house in the suburb Rochdale of Alkmaar. It had many floor, three or four, and we slept right on top. When the alarm for the air raids or the Allied planes from England was heard, we all had to assemble in the little corridor before the main entrance door.
I remember "Ouwe Oupa" sitting in the corner, not much mobile anymore, munching on his most loved treat: an overripe banana.
We went to school also at Rochdale, although we later stayed quite far away, at Druivenlaan 3, near the station. I think I had to repeat my first year at school. due to the turmoil of the war, and my last year of primary school, during one of the class intervals, playing on the child school ground, I had a feisty argument with my sister Anneke, and she pushed me hard against the corner of the brick school building, so much so that blood spurted out of my head. They had to sent me to a doctor, and for days I walked around with a white bandage around my head. I remember walking past the Alkmaar city hall back from school like that, and people asking why the bandage. And me, pointing to my sister walking on the other side of the road, "SHE did it!"
My mom was apparently not healthy, I have a list of all the illnesses she had in her lifetime, and it so happened that we had several social workers or nurses taking care of her when she was in hospital. I fondly remember many of them. They became part of the family, and sometimes took us on trips to their own families, or to the seaside.
My most vivid memory of Druivenlaan 3 was when mom asked me to fetch Loeske from her cradle to be breastfed. When I came into her little room, I saw blood coming out of her little mouth. I instantly climbed over the wall, behind which lived Dr Schermerhorn, and cried to him to come and help. However, Loeske died from an enlarged liver, and I was present at her funeral at the cemetery on the border of Alkmaar and Heilo. At that time I played the trumpet and later the trombone, in Alkmaar's Excelsior marching band with regular practices and performances. Just before Loeske's death, we had had our marching performance of the burial of our conductor at that same cemetery, and to this day, I remember the pace and the tune we played.
The background to all above is that we were part of the poorer working class of the Dutch (as a West Friesian, I consider myself a "Geus", as a rebel against the reigning lords of the previous ages) and the class system was at that time, during and beyond the war, very strong. My mum was a needleworker, and my father a carpenter, we lived in Rochdale, a working class suburb, so at high school, I could only attend a medium school that ended at St. 8, and a working class profession. My Means Test showed I should become a "Letterzetter", a job that puts the letters for a book or newspaper together-steel letter by steel letter! The most I would've become in Holland would have become a primary school teacher, renting a flat for the rest of my life. And here I am, with five degrees, a PhD in Science, a first job as Forester/Scientist for 14 and a half years, a consultant for ten years, on pension for 18 and a half years, and having owned and paid off a home: a self sufficient citizen taking care of others.
Lovingly recorded by Anneke Gouws.
Zij zijn getrouwd op 5 maart 1905 te Heerhugowaard , hij was toen 23 jaar oud.
Kind(eren):
Bevolkingsregister met Dirk van der Zel (1881-1968)
Heerhugowaard 1880-1939
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34471281
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34340765
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34274086
Heerhugowaard 1890-1921
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34533793
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34544800
Heerhugowaard 1921-1939
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/34154765
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Militairen met Dirk van der Zel
https://www.wiewaswie.nl/nl/detail/47391370
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https://www.wiewaswie.nl/personen-zoeken/zoeken/document/a2apersonid/246021361/srcid/34340765/oid/26
Geregistreerde: Dirk van der Zel
Geboorteplaats: Spanbroek
Geboortedatum: zaterdag 3 december 1881
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