On our walk through Amsterdam we decided to have a look at the places where we lived. This is my birth-home in the "2e Boerhaave street". I was born on the second floor in november 1947 which was a very cold winter. The houses had no central heating and there was ice on the windows of the bedroom my mother always told me.
The frontdoor is still the same as I remember, so nice with the little windows and the round top.
The houses didn't have a bathroom at that time and people could take a bath in a "bath-house". Ours was at the end of the street and is still there although not in use anymore. I was never in there, little children had a bath in a tub in the kitchen. But I learned to ride my bike with endless turning rounds around the building.
We had a balcony at the back of our appartment and this is me playing with my toys.
When I was six years old we moved to an other house in Amsterdam.
My father was a teacher and at the time we lived there, he had his work in the same street right on the opposite side of our home. He could reach his school on his "slippers" as we say, just had to cross the street.