This is another drawing from one of my many sketch books. I almost always have one in my pocket with a couple of drawing tools. Last night at the Sparrows Coffee shop I even had a hand full of crayons in my sport coat pocket. Nothing like coloring with crayons to bring the kid in ya back.
The drawing on the left is out of a 1948 Creston High-school year book Brenda gave me for Christmas this year. She knows that 1948 is an important date for me. There are several reasons this is so but the first one is that was the year my father, Rolf Hendrik Beerhorst came to America.
He came over in a old steamer troop ship (He probably got a good deal on passage). The war was over and my Dad was ready for a fresh new start in a land that was the very symbol of opprotunity to him at the time. His father, Rolf Hendrik Beerhorst Sr was the chief sales man for R.H. Beerhorst Bulb Export company. This meant he made frequent trips to America for extended times coming into the NY harbor and then taking trains all around the country to set up bulb orders that would be later shipped in the fall season for planting. Tulip bulbs must be planted in the fall and experience a winter climate in order to burst out in their simple glory in the fall.
This is taken from from the NY Times June 8 1880 and my dad's father is listed in among the passengers