Dutch and German Immigrants The Prins Family - Pier 21

y Leni’s mother, that he didn’t have much chance for a serious search.They left empty-handed.In that house they had in the living room a round table with storagespace underneath the main surface; that is where they hid the leaflets,secretly printed and distributed by the underground movement. Klaarwas living there when Aunt Greet came to tell him that my father wasmissing and presumably killed.Another of the brothers, Uncle Antoon, went into hiding when there wasa certain possibility of being sent to Germany. He went into hiding in thetown of Koedyk, somewhere north of the town of Alkmaar. He lived therewith a Roman-Catholic family, until one day the pastor came for a visitand wanted to know of which faith he was. As it was not Roman-Catholic, the pastor felt it was better if he moved on. Later on, withanother family, he was captured and put on transport to Amsterdam,final destination Germany. When walking in the column with the otherapprehended men, he saw a chance to escape. When the accompanyingguards were not watching too closely, he jumped out of the column towalk arm in arm with a complete strange girl who was passing by! Thecolumn went one way and they went the other way.Sometimes family members have different loyalties during a conflict likethis was. Uncle Jo Neervoort, married to Aunt Lies, was a goodbusinessman, but a member of the NSB and later in the was, a memberof a paramilitary organization. He started to work for Job Gouda andlater started his own preserving business with v d Vaart. After the wasand confinement years, he started again with Jan de Beurs in a buildingsituated behind the Hotel Augusta. His son Joop worked for him for awhile, but that arrangement didn’t last. In his later years afterretirement, when living at the Santpoortse Dreef, he took up th epaintinghobby and sold several of them.Another story about Uncle Klaar:After Oma passed away and Aunt Lena had married Uncle Phil, he wasasked if he wanted a boiled egg. No, I don’t want one. Ah, come on man,take an egg. No, I don’t want one, as far as I am concerned, all chickenscan drop dead!Memories of Uncle Phil PrinsHe remembers my great-grandfather Prins who was nicknamed 'HazegePhillesie' (Philip). He was a small and quick-tempered man. Hazegeprobably comes from the word Haas meaning hare.