Ja, want ek dizze T-spitsing bestiet út wetter! En it hûs oan de rjochter hân, mei it izeren stek deromhinne is yn dizze tiid in stôkâld wenhús mei in winkel dat omringe is mei fearten. Al die fearten hawwe ek allegearre wer fertakkings. En ek hjirre giet al it ferkear oer it wetter. Wat in stoatersk plakje om te wenjen midden op dit knooppunt! Terherne as Lyts Venetie. It âlde klintsje mei winkel op dizze hoeke baarnt ôf yn 1920. Dêrnei wurdt dit wenhûs bouwd.
Kom we stekke oer, nei de tsjerke op’e oare kant, de Fermanje.
We geane werom nei 1870, de tiid wêryn de goeddogger Dornseiffen preket. Yn Terherne is gjin grutte tsjerkestiid. De beide dûmny’s fan beide tsjerken wurkje goed meielkoar op. Links sjogge je de tinkstien stean, dy’t postuum yn 1922 troch de mienskippelike Fryske Skippers oprjochte is foar Dûmny Dornseiffen. Hy kriget dit as wurdearring foar it oprjochtsjen fan it skoalfûns foar skippersbern, wêr’t ik dy earder oer fertelde.
Okee, we geane wer fierder. Stek de dyk mar wer oer en rin by de supermerk del op nei de brêge. We komme hjir troch in stikje ‘Buorren’. It is hjir sterk feroare. Do witst sa linkendewei al dat Terherne as lyts Venetie is yn dizze tiid. Tusken dizze âlde húskes, links en rjochts fan ús, sjochst lytse smelle steechjes. De steechjes binne en wiene âlder dan de húskes dy’t bouwd binne. Alle steechjes rûnen nei it wetter. As der yn dy tiid drones west hiene, soest prachtige bylden sjen fan lytse postsegeltsjes grûn, omfieme mei wetter. Mei oan it wetter lytse húskes. Ho ris , we stopje eefkes krekt foar de pizzeria. It Pân mei de giele stienen en it griene haachje. Sjoch hjir marris om dy hinne. Dizze buorren, it sintrum fan it doarp is pas nei 1876 ûntstien. It begong mei in hiel smel dykje wêr’t noch gjin auto del koe. Der moasten ferskate húzen fuortbrutsen wurde om in strjitsje oanlizze te kinnen.
As we foar de pizzaria rjochts de gloppe yn rinne, sjogge we oan it ein it húske wêr’t ‘Ferhoalen Herntsje’, oftewol ‘Verborgen Hoekje’ stiet. Der stiet hjir in groepke mei lytse en âlde húskes. Hjir wennen allegearre skippers. We rinne werom nei de dyk en geane fierder nei de brêge. By de bankjes neist de brêge, stiet it folgjende pealtsje.
The small village of Abbega and the neighbouring hamlet of Abbegaasterketting hid dozens of people in hiding during the war. In February 1945, a raid shocked the small community. Resistance fighter Gerrit Rijpma, 18, was fatally hit in the process. The famous Dutch writer Gerard Reve, who lived next door to a sister of Gerrit Rijpma in nearby Greonterp from 1953 to 1971, was deeply moved by the story of his neighbour's youngest brother. As a tribute to Gerrit, he wrote the poem 'Graf te Blauwhuis'.
According to witnesses, as many people in hiding lived in Abbega and the neighbouring hamlet of Abbegaasterketting as civilians.
Among them were Jewish people in hiding, people who had participated in railway strikes, deserters and young men from the surrounding area who wanted to avoid forced labour. Weapons for the resistance were also hidden there.
Abbegaasterketting was located next to the Bolswardervaart canal, and the absence of paved roads made access difficult. In addition, the inhabitants had implemented an ingenious alarm system: by means of an electric bell, people warned each other when something was wrong, and two people in hiding were on guard every night.
On 8 February 1945, at around half past eleven in the morning, the alarm bell sounded in the Rijpma family home. At that time, the brothers Yp and Gerrit were working in the barn.
When they went outside, they saw a lot of people running away in panic. This is why the brothers decided to sail down the Bolswardervaart, which divides the hamlet in two pieces, in a rowing boat. They hoped that they could get themselves to safety a little bit further on in a bend of the canal, behind the net. On their way there, they picked up their neighbour Minze van der Veen and a person in hiding, who were standing on the other side of the canal. Meanwhile, the German soldiers, aided by members of the Landwacht, a Dutch semi-military organisation, had set off in pursuit and opened fire on the fleeing people. Minze van der Veen was hit in his right elbow. Gerrit was hit three times: one bullet went straight through his body, another lodged in his back, and the third bullet went through his cheeks and teeth. Because the occupiers refused to help, Yp had to carry his dying brother to the boat and take him to a farmhouse nearby all by himself. The help from a woman living in the neighbourhood, who was a nurse, came too late. In great haste, curate Stolwijk of Blauwhuis was sent for, who administered the last rites to Gerrit. He died shortly afterwards. He was buried in the Catholic Cemetery in Blauwhuis.
The famous Dutch writer Gerard Reve, who lived in nearby Greonterp next to a sister of Gerrit Rijpma from 1953 to 1971, was deeply touched by the story of his neighbour's youngest brother. As a homage to Gerrit, he wrote the poem 'Grave in Blauwhuis':
GRAVE IN BLAUWHUIS (for neighbour H., in G.) He ran away, but did not escape, and was hit, and died, eighteen years old. A militant inscription cries out loud, but a sad and silent face looks out from the brown enamelled portrait. Still a child. Goodbye dear boy. You, who are King, of this and that, of whatever, yes, You, answer me, You know why, I don't. That Kingdom of Yours, remember, will it ever be?
In 1983, the mortal remains of Gerrit were transferred from the cemetery of Blauwhuis to Loenen National War Cemetery.