My name is Victor Ophof
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Hell no! He drove a car! Well.. a Jeep, until 1957. Then he bought a Mercedes Benz 219S in Germany, drove it all around Europe on vacation with oma Connie and tante Nettie--while we 4 kids were stuck at tante Thelma's Kindertehuis in Nieuw Valkeveen. Then we all went by boat to New York, bought an ugly green Buick stationwagon (huge tailfins!), and drove on some of the newly-built Interstates via Disneyland to Eugene, OR. I stayed behind when my parents & siblings returned to Indonesia. By boat or plane?
Dunno, (I'll) ask tante Ginny. In the meantime the Mercedes had been shipped to Indonesia, where my father had to take the engine apart & put in a much thicker head-gasket so it would run on the SUPER-LOW-octane Indonesian gasoline (Super there had less octane than Regular in Europe back then, and knocking was a REAL problem). Every half year or so he'd have to do really major maintenance on the MB to keep it running. No ...
Pictures are located under "Sumatra (before war around 1930)"
originals are with Oma/Grandmother Connie Wolff van Wollfing
Pictures 1: White building is the main office of HAPM (Holand-Amerika Petroleum Maatschappij) in Kisaran on the island of Sumatra, Indonesia. My father reported there, but worked "in the field"; te tractor-maintenance buildings were near the plantation being worked that year. I think it was a 7-year cycle.
Bottom 2 pictures are of workers tapping a rubbertree, and collegues of his going to or from work.
Pictures 3: That car is on Java, from my mother's youth,where she grew up. Don't ask me who the people are; grandma Connie wil have to explain.
But I think it's her parents and siblings (ncluding bro' Bob--now in Australia--and sis Nettie).
Pictures 5: The woman with baby on her arm, next to a man with 2 kids could well be my mother's mother, nicknamed "Goma".
Correspondence was kept up with the relatives in Holland. They wondered if living conditionswere really as fine as they were described in the letters. Could they actually have a bathroom intheir own home? A car sounded so far fetched. Surely they must not be telling the truth forordinary people could not prosper to that extent.Mother's brother Evert, a confirmed bachelor, managed a rubber plantation for the Dutchgovernment in the East Indies and even his life of luxury did not include the comforts and itemsof interest that the letters boasted of that came from Richfield in America. He and his friend,Francis Ophof, decided to tour around the world and visit this wayward sister who had joined theunpopular Mormons in the United States. It must have helped the bitterness in the hearts of theDutch kin when he reported back to them, but not to the point that their hearts softened on thesubject of religion.All Richfield knew that we were entertaining distinguished guests from the East Indies. It wasvery exciting for us youngsters to finally see a real live relative that actually belonged to ourfamily. These two eligible bachelors made us rather popular for the time being at least.
One afternoon after a cloudburst Dad had to take them for a ride in the car. Too bad that streetshad not been paved at that time. This road was the one south of town that led to the meadows.Usually the dust was thick and could be seen for some distance but this day it was very pleasantin that regard, in fact we passed a methal here and there. All of a sudden, I do not recall just howit happened for I must not have been watching very closely but we were stalled. The wheels spunand the mud flew. The men got out of the car to observe that they could not get out of theirpredicament without the aid of a pole or board or some such thing. By this time I decided to getout of the car and I opened the door and stepped off the running board onto what I thought was asubstantial spot of dry ground. My long, white cotton stockings and canvas slippers wereemerged in the red sticky mud. I mired just as the car had done. Those two Dutch men could notcontrol their amusement, and burst into hearty laughter, but it did not seem funny to me fordespite my seven years I burst into tears.Next door to the bakery was a woman's hat shop owned by a certain Mrs. Morrison. WalterMorris on, the husband was always busy at the post office while his wife and daughters madehats. It seemed in those days we were not dressed up unless we all wore hats, little girls as wellas big girls. Cleo was sixteen years of age and lone was all of eighteen. The two girls wereinfatuated and very flattered to receive attention from these handsome bachelors from the otherside of the world. Uncle Evert had jet black hair with a long moustache that waved, while hisfriend had curley auburn hair with a moustache that matched. They were both well groomed andsmoked large cigars which made them unique and distinguished. In the bakeshop Dad wouldopen his windows onto the Morrison backyard where the visiting would take place. Signlanguage was used and there was much laughing when Dad would act as interpreter for the fourof them. Then sometimes they would pair off and go walking for hours at a time. Their visit wasof short duration but it was long enough for Francis Uphof(ophof) to decide that he wanted an Americangirl for his bride. So weeks after they had left he returned for lone and they were married. Themarriage was performed in her home above the hat shop and she sacrificed her citizenship andher religion to live in the East Indies with him. She felt no doubt like a little girl that had beentouched by a fairy's wand and went into the land of make believe. She led a life of luxury, havingservants for her every whim--to comb her hair, to fan her with palm leaves, in short to live thelife of a real lady. Every few years she and her husband would return to the states to visit herfamily and the Winkels
M.A.C de blieck told me that the frisbee inventor is a direct family member of the ophofs
A baker named William Russel Frisbie, of Warren, Connecticut, and later of Bridgeport, came up with a clever marketing idea back in the 1870s. He put the family name in relief on the bottom of the light tin pans in which his company’s homemade pies were sold. The pans were reusable, but every time a housewife started to bake a pie in one, she would see the name Frisbie and, it was hoped, think, "How much easier to buy one". Eventually Mr. Frisbie’s pies were sold throughout much of Connecticut, including New Haven.
There, sometime in the 1940s, Yale students began sailing the pie tins through the air and catching them. A decade later, out in California, a flying-saucer enthusiast named Walter Frederick Morrison designed a saucer-like disk for playing catch. It was produced by a company named Wham-O. On a promotional tour of college campuses, the president of Wham-O encountered the pie-plate-tossing craze at Yale. And so the flying saucer from California was renamed after the pie plate from Connecticut. Of course the name was changed from Frisbie to Frisbee to avoid any legal problems