"Just like my father"

Don't even think about it .....

.... and they did!

Jacob and Felicien (Frank) Poulain

This is my eldest brother Felicien known as Frank, who lives in Adelaide, Australia with his wife Nan, five children and grandchildren.  Our father Jacob Poulain (snr) always looked forward to smoking a cigar on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas, in those days all my uncles, in fact everybody smoked.  They smoked pipes, cigars and cigarettes, the working class people mainly rolled their own.  Everyone smoked, everywhere, anywhere, inside the houses, the picture theatres, other peoples houses, the teachers smoked inside their class-rooms while they were teaching, people smoked after church services, in meetings, they smoked literally everywhere.  It was very rare that anyone was not allowed to smoke in a house, it had to be because a person had a chronic illness such as asthma or similar.

Frank would visit New Zealand and stay for a holiday every second Christmas.  Here we are in my museum which has seen many visitors.  People and groups from my community love to visit, each time they did it would be a trip back in time for them.  We would all share our memorable stories of how different pieces reminded us of our parents or grandparents.  Occasionally I would have something in my museum which no one knew what it was, later they would ring me back to say they have found out what the piece was, and how it was used.  I have had many overseas visitors from other countries visit my museum.

"The first crock pot"

A Dutch Cooking Stove - Petreoliestelletje

In the old days before electricity every house had a Petreoliestelletje to cook the casserole, stews and heat the water for dishes and cooking.  The casserole dish was the old heavy caste iron dish with a lid on it, the stew would simmer away, the stoves ran on kerosene. They also had a pot belly stove and/or a fire place to cook on,   We had a special kerosene tin, my brothers and I had to take turns to fill it up, from a man down the road who had a 44 gallon drum of kerosene, he was retired, in his spare time he was also a pall bearer.  They would wear black suits with tails and a high black hat, they were paid to be pall bearers.  These Dutch cooking stoves were brought to New Zealand by immigrants from Holland.  They are very rare I have a collection of eight of these stoves in different sizes and colours.

"Enjoy your meal!"

Eeling 2008

One of my hobbies is catching and smoking eels in the Ngaruroro which is the closest river or awa to my home.  In Holland eels are a delicacy but they are very expensive you would pay $5 dollars for a small eel.  They are almost extinct in Holland because the big population has fished them out, they are even importing eels from New Zealand.  I love to catch the small eels but the Maori people of New Zealand would only eat the big eels and referred to the small eels as boot laces.  You can imagine my delight when I came to New Zealand and found hinakis full of eels.  My children and moko were always excited when I took them eeling with their own line and bait.  I would catch about 20 - 30 eels at one time, the next day I would smoke them in my back yard in the same traditional way my grandfather Jacob van den Berg did - the Urk way.  I would smoke them in a 44 gallon drum, I would use sawdust that smoked profusely, and oak kindle wood that kept the flavour and an old sack on the top soaked with water to trap the smoke.  To please my wife I would make sure she and the neighbours had no washing on their lines, and the wind was blowing the right way to carry the smoke away from the houses.  Finally when the smoked eels came out of the drum, my mouth was watering and I couldn't wait to eat them.  EET SMAKELIJK!  ENJOY YOUR MEAL!

Maori Language:  awa - river, moko - grandchildren, hinaki - eeling pot.

"The Egg Man"

"The Egg Man" - Opa Jacob Heimering 

Jacob Heimering = Neltje Groot

Trijnte Heimering = Felicien Poulain (snr)

Jacob Poulain (snr) = Aaltje van den Berg

My great grandfather Jacob Heimering was a well known figure in Zaan Dyk, his job was going from door to door selling eggs, some people bought 1,  2, 3, 6 or a dozen eggs.  In those days everyone wore clogs, they were nice and dry in winter.  He also smoked a pipe which was very common, these days no one smokes a pipe.  Lots of tradesmen sold their wares from door to door, through the village streets, they sold vegetables, bread, and milk.  The milkman had a milk can with two measuring ladles hanging on the side, the housewife would come to the door with her milk-pot and he would scoop out the correct measurement of milk into her pot which she promptly put onto the stove to heat up.  Handicapped people would sell buttons, needles, cotton and hairpins, from a box hanging by a cord around their neck, which they would open up from the front, so the customer could see their wares.  After their meals people would leave their bones outside in a bucket for the rag and bone man to pick up.  I never found out what they made from the bones?  Vegetable scraps were never wasted they would be left in a bucket and collected by  the Schilleboer (the peel man) who fed the scraps or peels to his pigs.  The fishboer treddled a bike and cart, yelling out "ZOUTE EN ZURE HARING!"  translated means "SALTED AND PICKLED HERRING!"  I remember a man with one leg and a couple of fingers missing who went door to door busking playing the squeeze box (piano according) people would give him money for his music.  When he came to our house on a cold winter day my mother would invite him in for a cup of coffee and sandwich to warm him up, because his hands were so cold.  My mother could not give him money so this was the only way she could help him.  The money he earned was very meagre this was the only way he could make a living, there was no Social Benefits in those days.

"On The River - Zaan Dyk"

"On the River Zaan Dyk" 

Painted by Jacob Poulain 1970

          

Grandparents van den Berg

*Jacob van den Berg = Jacobtje Timmerman

Aaltje van den Berg = Jacob (snr) Poulain

Feclicien (jnr), Louis (jnr), Jacob (jnr), Maarten, Hilda

*Moved from Urk to Zaan Dyk

Grandparents Poulain

*Louis Poulain = Jansje Bas

 Felicien Poulain (snr) = Trijntje Hemmering

Jacob Poulain (snr) = Aaltje van den Berg

Feclicien (jnr), Louis (jnr), Jacob (jnr), Maarten, Hilda

*Moved from Belgium to Zaan Dyk

This is Zaan Dyk where my grandparents Jacob and Jacobtje van den Berg moved to from Urk about 1925.  My other grandparents Felicien and Trientje Hemmering have lived here in Zaan Dyk all their lives, My great-grandfather Louis Poulain came from Belgium and married Jansje Bas of Zaan Dyk.  These are houses in a historic village that have been restored on the banks of the river De Zaan.  There was only 3 colours for the houses a dark green, a lighter green and white or cream trimmings as you can see in the painting.  This was typical of all wooden houses since the 1700's.  The light green is called Zaan Groen (green) after the river, a well known colour in Holland.  My brother Felicien and his wife Nan and their two eldest children Alain and Nicky lived in one of these wooden green houses in a street called Hazepad in the village Zaan Dyk.  When we were kids we would row in small boats big enough for three or four  people, we never knew who owned the boats, we helped ourselves to a small boat from the boat harbour, we never got caught.  We would have a lovely time rowing and fishing and would be out for the whole afternoon, for food we helped ourselves from the food factories we could get coconut from the oil factory, cornflakes from the cornflakes factory anything we could lay our hands on and these were only snacks.  Sometimes we should have been at school.

"What Shall I Be?"

Jacob Poulain 15 yrs 

At 14 yrs of age you had to pick a trade for instance either carpenter, baker, electrician or engineering I picked painting.  You had to do a 3 year course.  I was 15 years when I attended Ambacht Trade School where I achieved my diploma for Painting and Interior Decorating.  I lived in Wormerveer an industrial town with a population of approximately 6,000 people.  I would bike half an hour to the college in all kinds of weather sunshine, rain, hail or snow.  I had an uncle Wiebe Dykstera who had his own painting business, Wiebe married my fathers sister Jansje Poulain.  I did work for him after school and received a few dollars pocket money.  At one stage a school friend of mine, and I bought a tandem which is a  double bike, my mate fixed a little motor onto it, so we both went to school on the tandem which was much better than biking, it only lasted 6 months.  It was classed as a scooter and all our school mates were jealous as we brrrrrrrrrrrrrd past them on our tandem.  My brother Felicien attended the same school he learnt to be a baker but only lasted one year, he went onto to working in a timber mill, while he was at the bakery he would come home with some goodies, a packet of broken cookies and crumbs, we looked forward to these treats.  Our other brother Louis went to learn about working with steel he also lasted only a year and went onto a flour mill. Our younger brother Martin went to work for a gardener learning about gardening and landscaping, our young sister Hilda learnt about how to be a family care giver.

"Maori Wonderland of New Zealand"

Jacob on Holiday in Rotorua 2009

Rotorua is the Maori wonderland of New Zealand.  I went on holiday with my wife Keriana and some of her relations to Rotorua, renowned for it's therapeutic steaming mud pools which have domestic and healing qualities.  The mud pools are a favourite for soaking in to relax both your mind and body.  This is a carving typical of the native indigenous people of New Zealand.  The history of the Maori people is depicted in their songs (waiata), stories (whaikorero), weavings (taniko panels) and carvings that adorn the walls of their meeting houses (marae).  All of these tell the history of their ancestors and the great feats that were performed.  Rotorua is known for its destination for tourists to New Zealand, who want an authentic Maori experience.  Their singing is beautiful to listen to.  My wife's ancestors (tipuna) were called the bellbirds of  Rongomaitapui, well known for their beautiful singing voices. 

"Old Urk - The Fishing Village"

 Old Urk - The Fishing Village

Painting in 1997 by Jacob Poulain 

(I have painted a second painting in 2009)

Old Urk in the 1900's, when it was still an island in the sea had a light house, which now stands as a museum no longer used for this purpose.  In the harbour the older type fishing boats are similar to the boat my grandfather Jacob van den Berg owned, it is in this harbour that he would have his boat moored.  Sometimes the fishing boats were away for a whole week quite often the fishermen did not return home as the boats and their crew sadly perished in the storm. I have a vague recollection of approximately one hundred fishing vessels in the Old Urk.  In modern times fishing was carried out by approximately 300 large trawlers and became one of the biggest fleets in Europe in the 1970 - 80's.  Recent depletion of the fishing stock in the oceans has contributed to the decline in the fishing industry.

Old Urk has been retained as a tourist destination - a museum of history, modern Urk like most modern places has the restaurants, sit down coffee shops and modern housing.  Urk was and still is a very religious population almost everybody still dresses to go to church every Sunday.

"The Reclaimed Land - My Mother's Land"

My Painting of Urk- 1967

Urk is where my mother Aaltje van den Berg was born. It was once an island in the middle of a inland sea (similar to a lagoon only much larger), it was reclaimed after the 2nd World War and became part of the main land of Holland.  Urk is a fishing village. My mother was one of 16 children, her father was a fisherman and had his own fishing boat. He became ill and sadly had to sell his boat none of his 10 sons wanted to take on the fishing trade. He moved his family to Zaandyk where the factory jobs were, for jobs for his 10 sons and himself.