Wednesday, January 18, 2012
My Dutch House
Someone was discussing thatched roofs this week... so I took a photo of the painting of the house we lived in in Wassanaar, The Netherlands many years ago. Thatched roofs were protected...so when it happened to need a roof when we lived there....it got one. A stout older workman (an artist in my eyes) lived on my roof for three months. Cutting the thatch without power tools, tying it and strapping it on his back and climbing up to sew it in . It was the custom for the housewife to serve workers coffee around 10am. So I would go out with coffee and a cookies. The whole process was a treat that I will remember forever..