Ozcloggie

I doubt that few Dutch people, today, would bring only what they could pack into a crate of 1 or 2 cubic metres, to ex-army camps, with no money and start new lives, say, at the age of 35.

What to do with this Dutch Australia heritage.
On May 14, 2001, the then Consul-General of the Netherlands, Mr Ed J. Reitsma, spoke on this topic.

No more Clog dancers or choirs singing about a glorious sunrise. Just the occasional sound of a lonely piano-accordion, on very special occasions.

Meanwhile, the beating heart of the (now) D.A.C.C., is on life-support behind the Dutch shop, in 85 Market Street, Smithfield.

Let’s not under estimate Australians. They also know that Holland isn’t full of people, in national costumes, wearing clogs and singing songs from the fiftie

It is often stated that fourth and fifth generation descendants, like to find out more about the background of their ancestors. Will we have the information?

After all, this is where they were born. Their identity!! Their place in the world! No matter how much they, or their parents tried to be instant-Australians, in the fifties, sixties and seventies!!

Part of getting into teachers college, to become, eventually, a public servant, was to be naturalised and if that meant I was staying, then my parents might as well too.
So we were. Regrets?