On Tuesday, June 21, 2022 at 3:00:08 AM UTC-7, Adam Funk wrote:
> On 2022-06-18,
bil...@shaw.ca wrote:
>
[age 11]
> >
> > I was in Grade 5 in the Netherlands and I read a lot, and I suppose
> > that means I was fully literate in Dutch. There was no instruction
> > in English whatsoever.
> When did they start teaching (almost?) everyone in the Netherlands
> English? I've only met one person there who didn't speak it.
My impression -- I have partial memories of being 11 to back this up --
is that there was a huge ringing sound in the air like a great bell
on Jan. 1, 1960, and everything changed.
As an adult, looking back, I can see that isn't quite accurate, but the
terrible economic conditions left by WWII were rapidly improving,
especially in the countries where the war was fought; the Netherlands
began to experience its most prosperous era since the Golden Age
of the Dutch Republic; and families like mine, worn down by the
Depression and the war, emigrated by the hundreds of thousands,
mostly to English-speaking countries.
My family had ties in Canada, and that's where we went, in 1959.
We initially stayed with relatives in the Kootenays, which was in
an economic mess at the time with both the lumber and mining
industries going through rough times.
In retrospect, our timing was terrible, with prosperity just beginning
to knock at the Dutch door, but Canada was also a good place to be.
We soon moved to Calgary, which was -- and I think still is --
in a perpetual construction boom. My father and my older brother,
both carpenters, did very well there. I moved to other interesting
cities, notably Toronto and Vancouver, and made an interesting
living for the next 40 years or so in English-language journalism.
I think the teaching of English in Dutch schools really accelerated
at the end of the 1950s, but I was in Grade 5 when we left, and I
don't know the details. It could be that English was taught all along.
If it wasn't, it certainly would have come to the fore in the 1960s
as the Dutch reached for their share of the postwar boom and, with
the U.S. suddenly a major player in world affairs, English became
the lingua franca of the postwar world.
I think it's a nice piece of irony that the immigrant ship that took us to
Canada, the Groote Beer (Great Bear) a Victory ship, had been built
as a troop carrier shortly before the end of the war. It was broken up
on a Greek beach in 1970, but in the years before Dutch emigrants
mostly flew to their new homes they carried the lion's share of Dutch
emigrants, especially those headed for North America. My parents had
a depiction of it on a Delft blue tile; I think you can still buy those
souvenir tiles in Vancouver's local Dutch deli.
bill