Inspired by Aunt Dorothy’s writing, I’ve tried to make an area where we can share stories about our family. Some silly, some serious, some embellished, but all full of the love that is the fabric of our family.
Many of the stories I have to put up here are transcribed from Aunt Dorothy’s hand-written stories given to her nieces and nephews. When transcribing, we tried to name the people mentioned in the story by relation, but some are more challenging than others; you’ll find a few question marks where we weren’t quite sure. You’ll also see a few places where we just couldn’t make out the words written on the page. We kept as much as we could possibly read.
There are also two Edwards in these stories – one is the grandson of the other. Because it quickly gets confusing, I’ve used the Dutch spelling of the name (Eduard) for the man born in Belgium in the late 1870’s who ultimately became the grandfather and namesake of the man born in Detroit in the 1920’s. This is simply to keep these two Edward Van Langenhovens as separate individuals in writing; there was no spelling difference in reality.