Here are most of the surviving photos of Sigmund’s father’s boyhood.
My Aunt Jant was a nurse.
My father, Willem, on the steps of his home before the war.
My Aunt Jant with a local driver. Aunt Jant did not survive the concentration camp.
My father in front of Mount Marapi.
My father and his siblings, in the clothes that were given to them at a stop over in the Suez Canal, on the way from the Dutch East Indies to Holland after the war.
Family picnic, with my father on the far left.
Grandfather Simon leading a school trip to some ruins.
My grandfather Simon and my grandmother Grietje.
A peaceful Sunday afternoon at the Brouwer home in the Dutch East Indies.
My father Willem with his younger brother.
My father Willem on the left, holding hands with my grandmother.
My grandfather, Simon Brouwer, a headmaster in the Dutch East Indies.
My grandfather’s grave site. He died during the building of the Burma railway.
