Some pictures, and some words to go with them...
A tree in a small village some 20 miles from my hometown.
A small sign below it states it's a 'Liberation tree', planted nearly 70 years ago, when the Canadians liberated this small town (named 'Hoog Soeren') on April 17th 1945.
Nice people back then, them Canadians.
Much nicer than them Germans, back then.
Next, a picture I took from a painting. The painting was shown in the local modelers' shop, in the display window, so the quality is not optimal.
The painting was made recently, by some local artist.
It shows my hometown, getting bombed by the RAF, in Mitchells.
I guess they had been aiming for the road bridge on the lower right... missing it yet again... hitting the city yet again ... oh well...
What I find special about it - apart from it being my hometown - it shows two Mitchell's, and this is exactly what my Dad was so afraid of back then: Mitchells in pairs in the skies above. They were known to drop bombs... at the age of about 10-12 he even wanted to hide in shelters when he was out and about, not in the city, not near any possible target... he still wanted to hide when he saw those 'koppeltjes' (as he called them in Dutch, meaning 'pairs')