Today is Diny’s 105th birthday, which I hope she is celebrating with a lekker Rijsttafel in Heaven.
I am dearly fond of my Nico and Diny, my Opa and Oma. They were as most pictures reflect – joyful, loving, and hopeful. My Oma was born in July 1921, in Batavia (now Jakarta), while my Opa was born in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, in January 1917.
I’m an immigrant’s daughter and have always grafted my mom’s experiences into a form of my identity.
The family came to America in 1959 through the Pastore-Walter Act, which resettled thousands of Dutch and Indo (Eurasian) refugee families, who were sponsored by recent immigrants; in turn, they sponsored 3-5 other newly arriving families. They later went through citizenship classes and became US Citizens.
I think about the sacrifice of my dear grandparents, who gave up the Known, to embrace the Unknown. The opportunities that America held always outshined all they forfeited by leaving the Netherlands.
How many of us have that faith, grit, strength, and resolve to move to a second continent – or in my grandparents’ case, a third – continent – and start afresh?
I live with gratitude for this. Happy birthday, dearest Diny!
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