the pages of this book I’ve given readers little glimpses
of my brothers, sisters, and grandchildren. Let me introduce
each of them individually, along with their mates:
didn’t start school till he was nearly seven. I believe
he could not speak English very well, so our folks started
Marg and Rich at about the same time.
When I think of my elder brother, I think of somebody
who enjoyed work. I remember Uncle Henry visiting us when
I was a teenager. He said, “Years ago when I visited
here there was a little argument as to who would do some
little chose; Rich jumped up and said, “Ik wil het
doen, Ik bin niet lui.” [I will do it, I’m
not lazy.] This phrase has followed my bother most of his
life, for siblings seldom allow an amusing incident like
that to go unnoticed.
I took advantage of Rich’s enthusiasm and often
sat on the manure spreader and entertained him while he
cleaned the horse stalls. I never remember him informing
my father about my lack of participation or of any misdeeds
I might have committed. I’m certain that we had a
few arguments but nothing lasted to be remembered. I am
indebted to Rich for many good things I learned in my youth.
When my folks left the farm, Rich married a good Dutch
girl from Melvin, Leona Struyk. Rich moved from the upstairs
bedroom to the bedroom downstairs where he and all his
brothers and sisters were conceived and born. I’m
trying to keep this account focused on my siblings, but
I must put in a word for Leona. Shortly after I was discharged
from the Navy I moved into the old farm house which now
belonged to my elder brother and his wife, not realizing
that this was not my home anymore. Thank you, Leona for
being gracious about my thoughtlessness.
Rich and Leona had two sets of twins: Dick and Donna,
and several years later Linda and Letha were born. Their
last child Beth, was born the same day their grandchild,
Doug was born. Now you know why we have a unique family.
Rich and Leona have been married for more than 62 years.
second sibling, Marjorie, was a beautiful girl. When I think
of her I see an attractive, brown-eyed, with dark hair and
bangs on her forehead. She was one year ahead of me in school.
It wasn’t long before the three of us took a buggy
to school, drawn by our horse “Slim”.
As our family increased, Dad bought a “surrey with
a fringe on top.” Slim was soon pulling five of us
to school every morning and home again in the afternoon.
Marjorie was an excellent cook. She often favored me
by making things she knew I enjoyed. When not working,
which was often, Marjorie enjoyed reading books and playing
While in the Navy, I took a 30-day leave from the U.S.S.
California. Before departing I noticed a piece of jewelry
in the canteen – a small anchor with a chain attached
to a shield. I envisioned this on my elder sister. I had
never bought a present for anybody in my life and five
dollars was a lot of money, even if the jewelry was gold-plated.
When I gave it to her she pinned it on a part of her dress
that caused it to bounce as she walked. I was very glad
I had bought it.
Marjorie told me she had met a young man from Orange
City and displayed a smile that told me he was someone
very special. When Jack Duimstra showed up, the younger
children always ran to meet him at the door. They were
rewarded with candy from Jack’s pockets.
Jack and my sister were married in 1935. They had three
children, Dave, Dan, and Debbie. Marjorie is the only sibling
that has passed away, after 52 years of marriage. Her husband,
Jack, had an interesting homegoing a few years later. It
happened in this way:
The pastor of their church asked Jack to take over the
weekly Bible study. And he finished the lesson he said, “Let’s
close by singing, ‘Sweet Hour of Prayer.’” He
“Sweet hour of prayer, Sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petitions bear…”
He said the last words slowly, then fell to the floor
and died. Whenever I tell this account of Jack’s
homegoing someone will say, “Isn’t that a wonderful
way to go?”
am child number three in the Arie and Gertrude Bogaard family,
the only one to take the extra letter our or “The Flowering
Orchard.” In the previous pages of this book I’ve
written enough about myself. So, I’ll include a praise
song. As you read it, try to make it a personal expression
of gratitude for yourself.
Something beautiful, something good.
All my confusion
All I had to offer Him was brokeness and
But He made something beautiful of my life.
in 1919, Leona came into the world weighing only a little
over four pounds. She was in such a rush to get here that
she was born before the doctor arrived. Dad had his moment
of glory, playing doctor and securing things.
Leona is nearly four years my junior. I recall with sadness
that I often did things to irritate her and cause her to
cry, which she did frequently. Leona was like me in some
ways, possessing a little rebellious streak. She left home
as soon as possible to enroll for nurse’s training
in Sioux City. Check Leona’s high school diploma
and you’ll see only one “a” in her Bogard.
After receiving her certification as a nurse she moved
west because a certain Dutchman from Sanborn, Sidney Vander
Woude, had moved to California. This was the beginning
of World War II. Leona and Sid went into the Army. The
two of them have joined us in many trips, long and short,
including the one to Russia. They also have had a successful
marriage of more than 50 years. Sid and Leona, parents
of four children: Cheryl, Stan, Mark and Steve owned and
operated nursing homes very successfully.
is child number five, the only Bogaard who does not have
a middle name. He was born the year Clavin Coolidge became
President. During Milo’s youth he was quiet and reserved,
very obedient with few arguments with our father or anybody
else. Milo was the last of five children I referred to when
my parents though that was the entire family. Milo graduated
from Archer High the same year Nelina and I were married.
He was living with us when we started our first business
venture, as mentioned earlier, and contributed a lot to its
I encouraged him to join the National Guard. Approximately
two years later he was marching to the train depot with
approximately 100 other young men. Th Guard had been called
for training in Louisiana. After war was declared, the
company was sent to North Ireland. A short time later these
green kids were sent to invade North Africa. They were
ill equipped, poorly led and insufficiently trained. As
a result, there were many casualties from Sheldon. Milo
came out without any injuries.
While on furlough in 1945, Milo met Hazel Kreykes, an
Army nurse from Sheldon. Both left about the same time
for the pacific. When the war ended, they both returned
to Sheldon and were married. Milo became a partner in Bogard
Cleaners. They have four children: Mary Beth, Norman, Bonita
and Ruth. They’ve been married for more that 50 years.
in 1927, Norma was quite young when I left home so I can’t
comment about her youth. There is one event in the history
of our lives which I must share. It was 1944. Our ship was
leaving Norfolk, Virginia in a few hours, so I called Nelina
in Sheldon. She informed me that Norma was very sick. Her
prognosis was not good. What started as a strep throat was
now diagnosed as peritonitis of the bowel. With this uncertainty
about Norma’s health. I spent six weeks of anxious
moments wondering if she would recover.
Our convoy went to many different ports and we ended
at Ft. McHenry, Maryland. Our mail was brought aboard and
the news from home was very good. Norma’s condition
was greatly improved.
Norma also chose nursing as a profession. Upon her graduation
she traveled west and lived with our parents who had moved
to Santa Cruz in 1948. She brought everything to California
except her heart. After a few months she told us that her
classmate, Roger Gintert, held first place in her life.
But “Alas, he’s not Dutch!” Norma, we
are glad you broke this cycle. Roger has proved to be a
After their marriage in Iowa, they soon joined us to
live in Santa Cruz. They have been married for more than
50 years and have two children, Lean and Doak. Roger was
in the Armed Services during World War II.
Norma has been the glue that has kept the Bogaard family
together. After doing the Family Reunion work for many
years, she has passed this responsibility on to the next
generation. Now, with modern technology and the use of
the Internet, Norma keeps the entire family linked in a
prayer chain by e-mail.
This has been a wonderful service in sharing concerns,
illnesses or blessings to all of us. Roger and Norma always
find older people to whom they can minister. Many times
Nelina has been in the hospital and Norma always seems
to be there when she opens her eyes. What a comfort. A
mutual friend once said, “The lives of Roger and
Norma display second-mile Christianity.”
seven was still very young when I left home. During his teen
years David helped my brother Rich on the farm. When we moved
to California he drove Nelina’s father to Santa Cruz.
Except for two years in the Army during the Korean conflict,
David spent most of his time working for Bogard Construction.
He and Calvin, our youngest brother, married the Johnson
Sisters, Arden and Ellen.
As previously mentioned, David was a great help in the
success of Bogard Construction. He was in charge of all
phases of the building. As you may have surmised in reading
thus far, Nelina and I made frequent trips and were often
absent from the construction sites. David took care of
everything as if it were his own. When I was in Iowa running
Bogard Dry cleaning, Milo took care of the business there.
David did it in Santa Cruz. I had had four good brothers.
That is why it bears repeating.
David has five children: Barbara, Brian, Julie, Jane
and Amie. David and Arden have been married for more than
baby of the family, Calvin was born after I left home in
1933. Since he was the youngest, I’m certain that the
eagle eye of my father had dimmed somewhat so that my youngest
brother could enjoy the mellow side of my parents.
A little humor has circulated among our family members
for years, involving baby brother. As a youngster, Calvin
was supposed to be home at a certain time so that he could
perform his duties around the small ranch. On this particular
day he knew my parents were going to a funeral. He enjoyed
all sports, as most young boys do, and played very late
that day because he figured the folks would not be home.
When he saw they were home, he opened the door and with
a big smile said, “Hi! Did you have a good time at
the funeral?” This little story has been passes around
among the family for more than 60 years. This reply is
given whenever someone returns from a funeral, even to
Calvin graduated from Biola University and Western Seminary.
After a short period as a senior pastor at a church in
Riverton, Wyoming, he became a Chaplain in the Airforce.
He served a term of duty during Vietnam War and was discharged
as a Colonel after 26 years of active duty at various bases
in Europe and the Far East.
Nelina and I visited Can and Ellen at bases all over
the United States and Europe. These younger kinfolk have
been married more than 45 years and have four children:
Colleen, Arie (a Lt. Colonel in the Army), Karla and Dirk.
The Bogaard family has a reunion every five years. We
will meet in the millennial year at Brainerd Minnesota.
There will be 178 members of the family present.
Here are some statistics concerning my seven brothers
and sisters (including their spouses):
Six have been married for more that fifty years.
overseas in the Second World War.
One served in the Korean
One served in the Vietnam War.
All are followers of Jesus
Christ and are active in their churches and in other
We are one in the bond of live” has
been our theme song.
word of explanation might be in order here:
We love each grandchild dearly. If in these writings there
seems to be a disparity in content between the grandchildren
it was not intentional. There are approximately 20 years
between the oldest and the youngest. I have had more contact
with the older ones. Therefore, some of the detail might
appear to be biased.
Most readers have heard the old adage, “If I had
known grandchildren were such a joy, I would have had them
first.” Although we never had any problems with our
sons as they were reaching for adulthood, I can relate
to that special affection we develop for grandchildren.
Vic and Peggy gave us our first, Tammy. First, a little
wife and I bought our sons a new car when each celebrated
his 16th birthday anniversary. When our oldest grandson,
Chip, became 16 we followed the same practice and bought
a two-toned silver Chevy Camero. The nest day his elder sister
Tammy, asked, “Grandpa, when am I going to get my car?” My
rely was, “You’re a girl. What do you need a
car for?” She informed me that she also drove, I must
confess, I was living in the past when boys escorted girls
in their cars. When I think of it today, I realize that it
was s dumb thing to say and do. However, I had to buy two
more cars – one for Tammy and one for her sister Shelleen.
Last year we bought our eighth car – this one for
Becky, our youngest grandchild. No, this practice does
not carry on to the great grandchildren.
In 1992 we realized that the birthday anniversaries of
Britt and Erin were a few months apart, so we bought two
Pontiac Grand Prixs – a white one and a red one.
One Christmas Eve, Santa made some noise outside. We all
ran out. The garage doors opened and the lights shined
on two ribboned cars. The two girls embraced each other
by jumping up and down for some time. Seeing those happy
faces was well worth it.
Now, back to Tammy, our eldest granddaughter. Several
years ago as we were having lunch together she informed
me that she was not happy with her present employment.
I suggested applying to the C.H.P. One year later, after
further investigation, she was in the organization. She
has done very well in her career with the California Highway
Patrol. On May 20, 1999, the Coastal Division of the Department
of California Highway Patrol in our city honored Tammy
Bogard, #11791, in her thirteenth year as a patrol officer.
She was selected for a position at the Academy as an Emergency
Vehicle Operations Course instructor. The officials stated
in a memo that Tammy “has accomplished a work safety
record without flaw.” As a motorcycle patrol officer
in our city, she has received many letters of thanks from
the public and commendations from the Department.
One of the paragraphs in a “Memorandum” from
Dave Stuflick, a Commander with the C.H.P., reads:
Tammy’s contributions to the success of the
Area are many and varied. She is responsible for a litany
collateral assignments. Currently, she is a Certified Motorcycle
Training Officer, a Field Training Officer, a shift Officer
in Charge, and a member of the Coastal Division Protective
Services Detail. She is the Area Special Events Coordinator
and sits on the Area Occupational Safety Committee. Her
most recent accomplishment was her appointment by acclamation
as a representative of the California Association of highway
Patrolmen. She has performed admirably and competently
in each of these duties.
Shelleen is second, married to David Paul. They have
two sons, Matt and Cole. Shelly is a wonderful wife and
mother and a bubbly girl who wears a perpetual smile. She
is especially kind and caring toward the elderly. She has
worked a few high-tech firms in sales and is usually first
in volume for the year.
Frank Bogaard III
“Chip,” (Victor Frank Bogaard III) is married
to Suzie. They have two children, Victor Frank Bogaard
IV (Rex) and Ryan. Chip and Suzie have just gone through
the ordeal of building their own house. I hope it was a
pleasant experience. Chip is now president of Bogard Construction.
He is leading the Company to expand its vision for the
new millennium. A letter written to his cousin, Jared,
expresses Chip’s desire to work as a team as his
father and uncles did harmoniously for thirsty-plus years.
When Chip graduated from high school he helped build
our present house. We had an opportunity to build a large
dwelling nearby. I suggested a kind of partnership so that
all the profits would be his. We didn’t know where
this might lead to in future years. I soon found that this
little kid new everything.
One day as I was trying to share with him a bit of wisdom
he said, “Grandpa, I know that.” I responded, “You
are just a snot-nosed kid and you don’t know anything.” Then
I walked away.
Shortly afterward I returned and said, “Chip, I
want to be your grandfather, not your teacher.”
When the job was finished Chip worked for Bogard Construction
and has been doing a good job. He often tells the story
about “the kid with the runny nose.”
In a 1998 letter to his cousin Jared, Chip wrote:
I am excited about our future. It was getting a little
hairy there for a while just after Suzie and I returned
from Fort Collins. Your desire to follow in your father’s
footsteps ha s really helped to solidify our future plans.
Equally as important was your successful experience this
summer as you have been able to experience our industry
on a day-to-day basis at a hands-on lever.
As you progress through your Junior year in college
and you begin to wonder why you need to sit through those
classes when you could actually be working in the field,
you have chose, remember this: Think about our future when
making business decisions which will affect our business
long after you have graduated. Likewise, I expect you to
make good, sound decisions as you work through your school
and eventually accept your diploma…
…The torch has not been completely passed to the
next generation but that time is coming. If this seems
a little scary, good. IT is a heavy burden and I do not
intend to carry it alone. The rewards are numerous. We
need to be prepared. I am confident that you will be a
great partner. The wonderful thing is that we have been
tremendously blessed with partners committed to helping
us to succeed. They won’t do the work for us, but
they are willing to provide us with all of the necessary
support. This company needs your education and all of the
experiences you can glean from your college years. (Well,
maybe not all of your experiences.)
…Take comfort in the fact that this business
is being managed with you in mind. We have it under control
for now. By t the time you graduate we will be well on
our way to meeting some of our long-term goals and objectives.
I am anxiously awaiting the day when you walk in the
door as a full-time partner and friend.
Brad and Karla have three children: Brittany, Byron and
Becky. Brittany is the oldest. The comments I made for
her cousin Shelley could be repeated for Britt. She continues
to light up our lives with her laughter. When she enters
the room she sort of brings in a contagious joy that seems
to be catching to all who are in her presence. We celebrate
the same birthday anniversary: July 15th.
Britt graduated from the University of the Pacific in
Stockton in 1998, the same school her parents attended.
She is teaching special education at a high school near
San Jose. Britt will soon receive her Master’s Degree.
Byron is also attending University of the Pacific as
a junior. He will graduate in the fall of 2000 with a degree
in communications. He does not seem to be interested in
construction. His mother says he has to make a living with
his mouth, whatever that means.
This past summer, he and his cousin Jared worked in a
Young Life Camp in Eastern Oregon. This was both a spiritual
and an exciting adventure for both of them. Nelina and
I, along with Jim and Cindy, visited this mammoth camp
(10 square miles) this summer. A Mr. Washington gave this
property to Young Life. You may have heard about it 12
years ago. A guru from India raised approximately $70,000,000
from his followers, built as airport, a hotel, and more
than 300 other buildings. He had 50 Rolls Royce automobiles.
The story is extremely interesting. This misguided “seer” ran
afoul of U.S. law and was unceremoniously booted out of
the country. I suppose he returned to India where he came
When Byron was 14 years old, he was riding in a four-wheel-drive
Ford pick-up with a friend, Anthony Filice and two other
chums-all 14 – when their truck rolled into a murky
pond. The truck filled with water instantly. Anthony was
pinned inside underneath the water, so Byron dove into
the muddy pond several times until he finally dislodged
his friend and dragged him out.
“Anthony’s my best friend, and he was dead
weight,” Byron told a reporter. “It thought
I was pulling out a dead person.”
The poor chap’s face was “dark blue’ and
his lips were “dark purple,” Byron said. But
he and Chris Ciro started cardiopulmonary resuscitation,
pumping air into the lungs of their friend, while Pete
Wenz ran for help.
“I just thank God that He let us all live through
it,” Byron said.
Becky is our youngest grandchild. She is a senior at Monte
Vista Christian School, has been recognized as an outstanding
player in both volleyball and basketball, and is the student
body president and Homecoming Princess this year. I am
surprised that she is also an outstanding student academically.
That’s my Becky!
As a rule, the family has a habit of coming together
for tea on Sunday afternoon. This has been going on for
more than a hundred years. A Dutch practice, I think. This
is not planned. It just happens. After my parents died,
each sibling often follows through whit this social function.
Now how does this tie in with Becky?
I have noticed for several years that she is the one
who gathers up the dishes and takes them to the kitchen
without being told. This does not go by unnoticed by the
Grandfather. I have just been reminded that all the girls
did this little choir graciously. However, Becky is much
younger and had done it longer. This young lady sort of
catches your heart with her smile and presence. A ver fine
Jim and Cindy gave us two grandchildren – Erin
Like the other grandchildren, Erin has been as exciting
person to watch mature and become an adult. She married
a fine young man, Dean Shwartz, who is part owner in a
Erin is an excellent homemaker. When I watch her perform
her duties as a mother with her daughter, Alannah, the
thought comes to mind: “Did this young lady take
a course in Motherhood?” She seems to have that professional
Now last, but not least, is Jared. You have read his
cousin “Chip’s” invitation to join him
in Bogard Construction. He is looking forward to this new
phase in his life.
I frequently have lunch with the grandchildren. Recently
Jared joined me for chowder at The Wharf. It is exciting
to hear these young people who are ready to step out into
the future and challenge the system with new ideas. As
we grow older, we seem to be more comfortable with old
problems than with new solutions.
I must call attention to an even in Jared’s life
that happened when he was 11 years old. His father, Jim,
and he memorized Colossians 3 and recited it before the
church body, each one alternating one verse at a time.
Things like that make grandparents very proud. A hearty
thanks to all our Grand and Great grandchildren. Each one
of you has contributed a special blessing to our lives
that cannot be expressed in these words, so …count
“The Flowering Orchard”
In her book, Waiting on God, Simone Wiel wrote: “The
greatest attribute a human can have is humility.” I
might have lost that in this recap of our family. Pride
is also a sin. Is it possible to be “humbly proud?” I
guess not. Nelina and I often wonder why the Lord has blessed
us so abundantly. We don’t have the answers so we
end this autobiography as we started by urging readers
to “count your blessings.”
As I write this last page, it is December 29, 1999, my
father’s birthday anniversary. He was born one hundred
and fourteen years ago. Tomorrow would be the birthday
anniversary of my elder sister, Marjorie. She died at the
young age of seventy-six.
In three days we will enter into the year 2000, a new
millennium. I wonder if there will be as much change in
the next century as I have witnessed in the past eighty-four
years. I was in high school before I ever used a flush
toilet. A horse and buggy was my mode of travel. Supersonic
jets, television and computers were just dreams for the
future when I was a boy. Recently I read that we haven’t
seen anything yet. The next century will bring surprises
that are beyond our imaginations.
As we enter this new millennium, I am reminded of a plaque
I saw in the beautiful Gothic George Chapel in Windsor,
England. On the wrought-iron gate that encloses the tomb
of King George VI is a quotations read by him on Christmas
day in 1939. It will help to remember that during this
time the English Commonwealth was going through a very
dark period. Hitler controlled Europe and was bombing England
relentlessly. Some theologians might argue as to its scriptural
truth. However, I think the words are appropriate for the
end of this century and they will bring a closure to these,
The king read these words:
I said to the man, who stood at the gate of the year,
me light that I may tread safely into the unknown.
Go out into
And put your hand into the hand of God.
That shall be
to you better than a light
And safer than a known way.”