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Is it not beautiful, a hand embroidered tablecloth I treasure, made by my Grandmother Doetskje.

WRONG.
That is what my sisters and I were made to believe for 60 years.
From an early age I was fascinated by ink, papers, silk strands, so a full box of embroidery silks, lush embroidered toppings and badges were handed on to me when I was still little.
My Opa Hendrik died when I was only 2 years young.
It was his embroideries. It was his silks. It is his lovingly created tablecloth.
Only in the week before my mum died, 3 years ago, did she pass on the amazing information that it was in fact my Opa’s creation. It was always kept quiet, unfortunately, like a few more family secrets. We are so proud of you, Opa!

Opa’s hobby