Uncovering Family History: Dutch Ancestry, Bakker and Neervoort Families, Genealogy Research, Belgian Soldier Origins

Have you ever wondered about your ancestral origins? My journey to uncover my family history started in Rotterdam and Doesburg, revealing roots in Kampen and Dalfsen, Netherlands. Discover how my Bakker and Neervoort families navigated wage labour and crisis eras. From Belgian soldier ancestors to mysterious name origins, explore this fascinating family history mystery.

Have you ever wondered aloud, "Where do I actually come from?" or have you ever been curious about it? A few years ago, I asked myself the same question, and I started a search for where my ancestors were and where they originally came from. My search started in the metropolis of Rotterdam and in Doesburg, the Gelderland mustard city.

Do you know where your grandfathers and grandmothers were born?

Just like you, I have two grandfathers and grandmothers, two on my mother's side, the Neervoort family, and two on my father's side, the Bakker family. Due to the reasons mentioned earlier in my previous stories, I had little contact with my family as a child and now also as an adult. In retrospect, I would have liked to get to know them, but my giftedness, high sensitivity, and my other physical complaints unfortunately prevented this contact from being established. Another fact that may have contributed to this was the fact that three of my grandparents had died before I was born. I never had the pleasure of knowing Willem Bakker (1874-1948) and his wife Cornelia Maria van Eijk (1890-1956) and my maternal grandmother Martha Catharina Johanna Houtzeel (1887-1956).

Did you know that there were also employment agencies in the past?

Unfortunately, I am not quite sure whether I should call my maternal grandfather, Willem Neervoort (1887-1973), a temporary worker or a small self-employed person, but according to the records I know, he was a "wage labourer" in his time. From my knowledge, I think this was a worker that "farmers" could hire per day. If you know more about this, I would like to hear from you. Grandpa Neervoort is the only grandparent I was allowed to know until I was twelve years old. I remember him as a quiet man. In my memory, he always sat on the right corner of the couch in the room with my uncle Anton and aunt Marietje in Doesburg, where he lived in later life. When I sat next to him on the couch and wasn't paying attention, he always secretly grabbed me by the ear, which startled me.

Were Doesburg and Rotterdam original residences of my family?

By rooting around in the origins of my family, I found out that we originally came from other places in the Netherlands. At the Bakker family, I found the Dutch town of Kampen (Province of Overijssel) as the place of origin in the Netherlands. At the Neervoort family, I ended up in Dalfsen (Province of Overijssel, Het Vecht dal). As you can see, both sides of my family came from the same province in the Netherlands. The city of Kampen and the village of Dalfsen are about thirty-six kilometres apart, as the crow flies, in the same Dutch province of Overijssel. The Bakkers were land/wage labourers on Kampereiland, a piece of land on which, according to traditional stories, the workers were exploited considerably at the time. At the Neervoorts there is a story going around that my grandfather was not allowed to work due to a government rule in the time of crisis; it would be about the number of working people per family. Unfortunately, I have not yet been able to find the source of this.

Was the city of Kampen the origin of the Bakker family?

I can say that for me a large part of the origin of the Bakker family in the Netherlands stems from the city of Kampen, but this is not entirely the truth. When I further researched this branch of my family, I suddenly ended up with a Belgian soldier from the Brussels area. This soldier, Jean-Louis Albert (1899-1935), got into a relationship with Johanna Bakker (1895-1935) around 1800. This Johanna already had a daughter before this relationship: "Alijda Sofija van Dijk" (1819-(?). Together, according to my sources, they had two more children, David Guilliame Bakker or Albert, and Grada Federika Bakker, our Albert, and Grada Federika Bakker, our Albert. According to my sources, both parents were never married, but did Jean Louis accept the daughter, Alijda Sofija, as his own? Alijda was an only child, and the family name Bakker should have ended here.

Do you also have any riddles in your family history?

According to my sources, Alijda was the daughter of a certain Berend van Dijk (1786-1836). Whether Alijda's actual parents were ever married? In any case, the family name Bakker hung here on a "silk" thread. But as I wrote before, her foster father has never been married to her mother, and the foster father and her mother have had two more children. (David Guilliame Bakker, or Albert, and Grada Federika Bakker, our Albert.) It is also funny that the name Bakker was still written as Backker at that time. It becomes even more confusing when it turns out that at a later stage "brother and sister," David Guilliame Bakker, or Albert and Alijda Sofija van Dijk, got into a relationship, and this produced five children, including my great-grandfather Berend Jan Bakker (1846–1903).

Do you also not know why and how exactly your family name came about?

Can you still follow me? The name Albert thus disappeared like "snow" in the sun from the family history. Why, I have no idea yet. A story I have read is that Jean Louis Albert was a soldier and died at the age of thirty-five. Another story tells me that this soldier left his family at the age of thirty-five to fight again in Africa, this time in Senegal. Also, very confusing for me is that at the beginning of 1795, French troops led by Charles Pichegru and patriots led by Hendrik Willem Daendels invaded the Netherlands en masse over the then frozen rivers. On January 19, 1795, a day after the flight of William V, they proclaimed the Batavian Republic in the town hall of Amsterdam. The question is, am I originally a Belgian, a Batavian, or a Dutchman? Do you know the answer?

Why Are Hitler, Putin, and Trump Different? Reflecting on Childhood Struggles and Feeling Out of Place.

Reflecting on my lonely, bullied childhood at Velp's 'De Korenbloem' kindergarten and Prins Bernhard School, I was always different. Struggling with health issues, glasses, and social isolation, I learnt valuable life lessons. Influenced by figures like Hitler and Napoleon, I realised early that people are shaped by circumstances. My story reminds us not to judge, as we all have unique paths.

Sometimes there are moments when I think back as a human being on my past. Do you ever have that too—that early in the morning or late evening, in your easy chair, you slowly let your thoughts run free and think back to those times that are no more? In my opinion, it's not about whether you can still change them or influence them; they just "haunt" your mind again. Some still hurt, while other words subconsciously make you smile.

Do you ever think about kindergarten?

Then spontaneously, the memories of the kindergarten "De Korenbloem" in the Annastraat in Velp come back to me. Actually, this kindergarten time passed me by in a dream; I was there, but actually not. It seemed then, and still does now, like a dream in which I floated along. I looked at everything that happened, but I didn't really see anything or give it my own interpretation. I remember well that I was always lonely there. I had no friends. I always walked there alone and found it strange that classmates were picked up and dropped off by their parents on bicycles or by car.

Was I stubborn, or did I become independent early?

In all my loneliness, I thought it was a strange display at the gate of the kindergarten. I looked with an unconditional look at all those children who cried when they arrived at the kindergarten. One day some fellow students found a dead pigeon in the schoolyard. The teacher came and made sure that the dead pigeon was buried with great honour, just like a human being. I thought it was weird and quite a hassle; why didn't that dead animal just go in the garbage? I was different; I saw badly, because I actually needed thick glasses at a young age, and I was

Picture: Antonius (Ton) Bakker

still peeing in my pants. I was sick, but no one knew this yet; everyone thought I was acting up or too lazy to go to the toilet. I was called names and bullied early on. Many from that time, in all likelihood, still do not know that I was operated on many times for this until I was twenty-three years old, and now, due to cataract surgery, I have gotten rid of my glasses.

Did you also learn so much at your primary school?

After kindergarten came primary school. The Prins Bernhard School again in the beautiful village of Velp. My "dream" continued. Again, I didn't have glasses in the first two classes. Also, on the first day of school at this school I met crying children. I was brought to school on the first day of school in August 1966 by my youngest sister on my mother's Empo bicycle. I was and saw. Everything passed me by, except for one thing. A teacher was getting married, and my classmates and I had to make arches from electricity pipes and paper roses that the bride and groom could walk under. When my fellow classmates got through my "pee problems", I stayed in my loneliness, and I was called names and bullied again. I was different.

Which school years did you like the most?

When I look back on my years of life now, my tenth year of life was one of the most important. It was discovered that I needed glasses with very strong lenses (actually much earlier), and I was treated by a urologist, who discovered that I had "valves" in my urethra that opened involuntarily and caused me to urinate in my bed and pants and my urine to flow back into my kidneys, which could cause kidney poisoning. Many operations follow, but the cursing and pushing continued. Also, at Technical School in Rheden, did all the teachers at the time have plugs in their ears and their eyes in their pockets? I withdrew into myself and saw things differently; I watched political programs on television and followed my "lessons" there.

Do you remember much of what you learnt at school besides reading and writing?

For me, the things that affected me outside of bullying and swearing have stuck to knowledge. I enjoyed the history lessons; the rest passed me by in my dream. I learnt very early on how people can be. I learnt early on that in my eyes, Hitler, Napoleon, Trump, and Putin are not exceptional people. They are people like you and me, if we would have the opportunity. I read books by Carl Gustav Jung and other psychologists very early on and watched documentaries about mass murderers, which makes me understand that everything in life is often like a "dime on its side." He can stand out one way or the other. Fortunately, he fell in the "right" direction with me, but I have no idea how that came about, do you? My lesson in life is: "We cannot judge righteously as human beings." If possible, don't judge and condemn. You don't know the life course of the other; I could have been a completely different person because of the bullying and calling other names. Why didn’t I become a criminal?

The Secrets of Faith: Examining Historical Atrocities and Modern Apologies

Faith, any faith, has many secrets. This article explores our tendency to apologize for our ancestors' actions, questioning if we could have acted differently. It examines historical atrocities committed in faith's name, using "The Sisters of the Good Shepherd" as an example. Ultimately, it challenges whether faith is too easily used as an excuse for such actions.

Faith, any faith, has many secrets. This article is certainly not a complaint against any religion, and I hope that you can still derive much support from your faith. Many of the things I am writing about now are time-sensitive facts that perhaps we should also put in context and leave there! At this moment in time, it strikes me that we as humans increasingly want or need to apologize for our ancestors.

Picture: Omroep brabant

Can we offer sincere apologies for our past?

Our ancestors did many things differently than we might have wanted. But people like us are often very good at judging and prejudicing others outside of ourselves. Imagine you had lived somewhere in the past. What would you have done then? Had no slaves been made, had you not become involved in a war, could you have prevented all torture, had there been no casualties under your authority?

Are almost all of us followers?

Could you have prevented it? Maybe the answer to this question is yes. But would you have wanted to prevent it, and what would have happened to you? Would you have dared to speak to those responsible at that time, regardless of your own fate? The rulers and followers of that time also only had the information that was available to them at that time. The people of that time were also economically driven; they too had to survive under the pressure of others, just like we do now. Of course, many of you will deny this, but what do you do in this world without money, without respect from others, without a job that you must defend repeatedly by listening to others and just doing what they say?

Do humans or gods rule this world?

It is very helpful to blame your faith when it is convenient for you. How often are wars fought in the name of that faith? Whatever religion you profess, was it all worth it afterward, and was what you thought before the war correct? And was it all rectified afterward with the necessary apologies to the victims? My mind created this piece when I saw a broadcast on TV about a religious movement known in the Netherlands under the name "The Sisters of the Good Shepherd."

Is our lord really that renowned shepherd?

I am giving an example from a particular church, but I think this example could come from any church in the world. If we go back in time, we hear and read many of these things. Many believers will then say that it must have been "God's will" and that the almighty apparition must have had a purpose with it that we, as wretched people, will never understand. But we must accept it because he is the Almighty, our creator, and according to many, we must always be submissive out of respect.

Does this mean that in religion everything should remain possible?

What shocked me so much was a broadcast on television about "The Good Shepherd," a religious movement that had many monasteries all over the world, with many hundreds of thousands of believers. The nuns who were active in these convents behaved as educators. They said they helped children find the right direction in their lives. In my opinion, these children were treated almost the same as former slaves. They had to work from early to late in manufacturing companies such as laundries, but who got the profits? Which popular well-to-do companies did profit optimization on this? Which companies were so sacred that they made work available to help these children?

Is faith too easy an excuse?

In my youth, my parents and others constantly pointed out to me that young women who had become pregnant unintentionally were taken care of in that monastery in my village. According to the stories, the children born to these mothers would be dumped in a pit with quicklime and therefore never existed. I don't know if this really happened, but I was shocked this week by the fact that many hidden graves of teenagers or women of about twenty years old have been discovered on the grounds where the monasteries were located!

Were the mothers murdered too?

It is wonderful to believe, but remember that most of the victims on our earth fall in the battle for faith. The belief that no one can really explain anymore, but then again, that's why it's a belief, right? According to many, we must also place this story of these monasteries in the "right context." The Sisters of the Good Shepherd will have received this mission from their god. They will have carried out this assignment with great respect. Even today, there are many people who adhere to a faith, but who tells them what the only correct faith is, and whether there is a possibility of retrospective verification? An apology may also be made for these acts soon, but for whom and what? After the terrible Second World War and the persecution of the Jews, many Germans said: "We never knew." But what if the same people had known? Was it "the will of God" again? This story took place in our nineteenth century.