I wish I could say I am remembering Sjakie Degen for his breakthrough work in science.
I wish I could say I am remembering Sjakie Degen for a great book he wrote.
I wish I could say I am remembering Sjakie Degen for a great painting he painted.
I wish I could say that Sjakie Degen was the Sjakie mentioned in the Dutch song “Sjakie van de hoek” Sjakie from the corner, the mischievous boy who broke a window by kicking a ball through it.
But none of that would be true, Sjakie Degen was just a boy.
He was born on December 13.1939 the first born son of Loutje and Beppie Degen and was nearly 3 1/2 years old, when he and his parents were registered in Camp Westerbork on 23 March 1943. He stayed with his parents for a few days in barrack 60. They were all deported on the 6th April to Sobibor. Upon arrival there on 9 April 1943, Sjakie and his parents were murdered in the gas chambers the very same day.
So all I can say about Sjakie is that he was murdered 25 years and 1 day before I was born.
He had brother who survived.