This is my favorite photo from childhood. I think the three of us are delectable, but especially Gerard. Look at the way I have my arm around Janie--my hand comes up under her armpit. She has the sweetest expression.
This is the Dutch family. The pre-immigrant family. The never-heard-of-America family. This is the Dutch-is-my-first-language-family. We are home in the land of our ancestors, in the landscape of our imagination, in a culture that we seek to recover the rest of our lives.
This may be the last time I felt safe.