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You may find this story about Jetty rather silly though it left an indelible impression on my memory. The school year was 1935/36, the place the 2nd grade Emmastraat classroom in Assen, Drente. The teacher was Mrs. Balten. See the school picture below. The class was made up of approximately twenty-five pupils. All kids were about 7 years old, including myself. In my class was also a girl, Jettie Fischler. A sweet little girl, but extremely shy and rather unsure of herself. I must emphasize here that the war was still five years off and her being Jewish plays no part whatsoever in this story. It only offers a rare glimpse into the shy and insecure life of Jettie Fischler.
It was teacher's birthday and the established procedure was that she would come in with a bag full of sweets for all of us to share while some of the pupils would have a present for her, such as beautiful flower bouquets purchased in the flower shop to the less prettier ones brought from home and the odd chocolate bar or apple. Some of us, including Jettie and myself, had no present but this was of no further significance. Between noon and 2 o'clock, as usual, all of us went home for lunch. At two we were all back in our seats, but not Jettie! First nobody thought much of it, but then, after 10 to 15 minutes someone suggested to go to her mother and warn her, and perhaps find out what could have possibly happened to her.
At that very moment the door opened and Jettie walked in. With her hands held behind her back she made a bee-line for Mrs. Balten who had already started to scold her. I don't remember the exact wording she used but it was, I believe, a mixture of "Where on earth have you been" and "Well now, where does our little Jettie come from?"
About a year later or so I lost sight of Jettie. I believe we were told that she had gone to another school. Anyhow, I don't remember noticing her again after that incident. But we all know of course what happened to her later on in the war. It saddens me to know that she too became a victim of the Holocaust.