He was not born at Zavenhuisen. 

 He was born in a small village called Zevenhuizen, in the province of Groningen ,  in the municipality of  Westerkwartier with only 2,700 residents.

Zavenhuisen.

A name that signifies the Christian sabbath or the digit seven.

7️⃣ 

A small village bordering Germany in holland.

Studying intriguing memories.

And the interesting brain of a geometrical man.

On my dad’s 84th birthday?

I believe?

On April 22nd 2014 AD.

My uncle Wilbur decided to surprise dad by driving his new car to London Ontario Canada to celebrate my dad’s birthday in person.

Now?

If I recall the time correctly ?

I was visiting dad at his residence at 202 mcnay street and I had arrived at dads place at 11:19 am.

And dad made me a tea.

But my visit at that time was short.

Because uncle Wilbur showed up.

I was surprised to see him.

And dad headed out for a nice birthday gathering at the mandarin restaurant I believe.

Aw yes.

And 

I believe it was around 12: 12 in the afternoon on that date when they went to uncle Wilbur’s car to go meet everyone at the restaurant.

Meaning aunt Sandra uncle rensa aunt Ann aunt Margaret and aunt Alice.

At this point in time I noticed something.

Uncle Wilbur tried his best to give the keys of his new car to my dad.

Insisting that my dad drive to the restaurant.

And uncle Wilbur insisted.

I saw it.

But?

Dad still said “‘ no.”’

We don’t do that.

Wilbur.

You drive.

It intrigued me how quickly uncle Wilbur did what dad said.

I didn’t say anything though.

I just wished everyone a nice time at the restaurant and then I watched them drive off.

Telling my dad I would try to come back with a beer for him in the evening.

Which I did.

Later on that evening I drank up a storm with dad.

And we had fun.

Talking.

Because it was my dad’s birthday.

Nothing too surprising about that.

I stayed for a couple hours and talked with dad.

Mostly talking about stuff.

A little friendly yelling about religious beliefs.

But mostly calm happy talking.

Now?

For the record?

Now

I get to the point of why I bring 

this story up.

At a certain point in the evening I decided to ask my dad a very specific question.

What was that question you ask?

Well?

Simply this.

“‘ Dad? “‘ I said, “‘ why is it that you refused uncle Wilbur’s kind gesture to let you drive his new expensive car to the restaurant for your birthday?”’

And pretty much my dad’s response was simply this.

Same thing he said to his brother Wilbur.”’

“‘ no Kerry. We don’t do that.”’

So I argued a bit with dad about that.

And said, “‘ is that really an answer ?

Dad?

Was it polite to refuse Wilbur’s gesture there??”

But my dad just shrugged off the question and said , no.

I don’t do that.

So I went quiet about it.

And we talked about other things for a bit.

But then I decided to bring it up again.

And 

In a friendly way I said this.

To dad.

On

The subject.

“‘ Dad?

You drove your neighbours car once when he asked you. Right?

So?

If your neighbour “‘ Joe”’ had asked you to drive uncle Wilbur’s car at that time would you hsve?”’

And my dad said “‘ no.

Then?

I decided to go through a list of people.

For fun.

And I mentioned a lot of people.

Just for fun.

My dad said no to every name I mentioned.

Including the prime minister of Canada at the time and the pope.

Then I decided to present what I believed to be the ultimate test to such a question.

I said to dad “‘ Dad?

What if Jeff had asked you to drive that car at that moment in time?

Would you have?”’

Now?

At that point?

I was positive my dad was gonna say “‘ yes.”’

Because he always listened to Jeff.

That was important to him.

But to my surprise?

Without hesitation?

My dad’s response was bluntly said “‘ no Kerry.”’

No one could make me drive your uncles car at that point.

Do you understand?

Kerry?”

And so I shut up .

At that point.

And thought about it.

For a minute.

I had gone through a huge list.

And dad had said no to every name I mentioned.

Even uncle rensa.

Which sort of surprised me too.

Sooo I was quiet.

For a bit.

While we drank wine.

Then?

Out of the blue?

For some reason ?

I remembered a name.

Why I forgot that person to that point?

Was beyond me.

But yeah.

I had forgotten one person in my dad’s life that I failed to make an enquire of.

On such a question.

So I said , “‘ wait a minute?

Dad?

I forgot someone.

And my dad looked bored.

And said “‘ uh huh.”’

Sure.

Kerry?

No one you can mention here will make me say that I would have driven uncle Wilbur’s car if they had asked me to today.

Okay Kerry?

So you’re wasting your time pursuing the matter.”

So?

I looked at dad and said “‘ really?”’

Okay dad.

What if uncle Klaus had asked you to drive Wilbur’s car at that moment in time.?

Would you have driven it then?”’

At that point?

My dad’s response was went silent.

For about a minute.

He just stared at the dining room wall.

Very quietly.

Maybe it was two minutes?

Straight.

He was thinking.

Finally he didn’t even look at me.

He just said.

“”’ if KLAUS had told me to drive the car?

I would have.”’

Now?

Isn’t that interesting?

I went through a huge list of people too.

Before I got to klaus.

Including dad’s wives and the queens of England and the Netherlands.

Dad said “‘ no”’ to every name I mentioned.

Very bluntly and sternly.

But interestingly he went totally humble when I

Mentioned his brother Klaus.

“‘ wow?”

I thought.

Did klaus ever have an influence on my dad.

I thought that was so intriguing.

I literally thought that was so very intriguing 

I’ve written this letter in memory of eight brothers.

Gone now.

But not forgotten.

1.

Klaus linker.

2.

Jannes linker.

3.

Johan linker.

4.

Gerrit linker

5.

Fuckee linker.

6.

Lute Linker.

7.

Rensa linker.

And 

8.

The youngest brother 

Wilbur.

Survived by their four sisters.

Sietzke Alice Ann and Margaret.

Gone.

Now.are the eight brothers.

But always loved in Jesus and not forgotten.

Blessings to all eight brothers.

Rest in peace in Jesus.

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To those who read this blog website writer I honor of my father?

Jim linker.

Did you ever walk inside the old Victoria hospital?🪼🦐🐡🐠🐳🐋🦈🐟🦞🐙🦑🦀🐬🦭

People?

Or walk its grounds?

I did.

Once.

In the summer of 1984.

If I recall the time and date correctly.

My parents or rather dad  had three children. 

Including moi.

Obviously three kids.

And we kids jeff, Winnie, and me were born there too.

Doing the math.

lol.

Anyways

The hospital had a distinct  pleasant feel to it.

Generally speaking.

Except for the tunnel.

I’ll admit, I sneaked into the basement and found the tunnel once when I was 15.

It was dark and peculiar .

Foreboding.

No security or anything.

Abandoned.

Very weird.

Why was there a long dark tunnel that seemed endless underneath the hospital?

🏥 

It felt spooky.

I found this tunnel when I walked around to the back of the hospital where the thames river is visible.

A passage and door that seemed to lead to a basement or rather cellar was open.

So I went down it.

And there was the tunnel when I descended into that staircase.

So

I walked the tunnel for , it seemed , about a mile.

All dark and foreboding.

And then  I got a bad feeling .

Which caused me to retrace my steps backwards.

There were rooms or rather doors on either side of the tunnels path.

Here and there.

Periodically.

Where I had made it.

-and it certainly looked like their was probably corridors that lead to a few other pathways or tunnels also.

Located under the hospital.

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The whole area dark and foreboding.

Spooky.

Too spooky for my liking.

That day I was there.

In 1984.

So I retreated out of the tunnel .

And left.

Looking back?

It felt like someone was watching me .

But I didn’t see anyone there.

I’m quessing I was right though.

Someone was there that day.

Hiding .

Maybe I was imagining it?

But I thought I heard something .

Despite that?

Looking back on that incident and experience?

I wish I would have kept going up the tunnel.

And explored it a bit  more.

I didn’t though.

I wonder if the tunnels are still there?

I’m quessing they are.

I spoke with a city councillor once about the tunnel underneath the hospital.

And he said , theirs a variety of tunnels actually there that go in a variety of different directions.

And they go much farther than most of the public citizens in London are aware of.

But they’re well hidden.

Secret compartments actually.

And  the government of Ontario keeps it all hush hush.. .

Freaky .

I thought.

I don’t usually chicken out in a situation like that.

But I did that day.

O well.

Anyways, I don’t see why they wouldn’t leave the tunnels underneath.

Which , I’m pretty sure go all around London.

Which the government keeps secret.

Mostly.

A high rise is built there now.

Over the tunnels.

Interesting .

To the reader.

Now for the record, at this interval in time,  I will include a variety of 

Brief notes which are relevant to the main topic of this blog website.

Before proceeding on to the next post attached to

This site.

Attached in images links and ,or words  and addressed , as follows. 

First off I wish to say this.

To the readers of this blog website?

I wrote this letter to my sister Winnie.

Cause in my opinion?

It’s kind of note worthy.

So if you can read it?

I think I you’d find it interesting.

Try to ignore the images .

Here.

Bill.

Yes.

Try to 

Ignore the images .

If you can and just read the words.

You know win?

At dad’s funeral?

for the record, ?

i'll say this. 

Means dad went to the African lion safari in , I think , the year 1993?

In july ?

I believe.?

It was 

Around that year anyways.🦁

And on that note?

I must state this.

For the record?

i debated telling the congregation at church that day about what happened on the way home from the african lion safari.

I didn’t tell it then?

But you I’m gonna tell it now.

For the record?

we got caught in the biggest traffic jam i ever saw on highway 401 back from cambridge.

i'll tell ya, dad was tense.

he wasnt happy.

i mean, we were on highhway 401 and we were going nowhere.

maybe moving ten feet every ten minutes.

so, to lighten the atmosphere, 

i decided to listen to my walkman.

because dad was sulking still about the monkey stealing part of his car and eating part of it.

anyways, i was listening to meat loafs lp 'bat out of hell.

the song that was playing was

''all revved up with no place to go.''

off that album.

its a great song.

so

i started singing it.

i was having fun singing, but dad started to glare.. like this image here. if this image works. .

i mean angrily.

it was a little scary. a little strange.

but,

whatever.

i kept singing.

finally it got to my favourite part of the song, 

where meat loaf just gives it his all.

right at the end of the song, 

where he starts screaming,'''   all revved up with no place to go!!

all revved up with no place to go!

 all revved up with no place to go!

ALL REVVED UP WITH NO PLACE TO GO!!!!

regarding great music by meat loaf located in these fabulous musical links to such great music.
here!

https://app.box.com/s/n5anjriebji680f1tyh4

https://app.box.com/s/92ee620249b123d572a4

now, win, when i hit the 4th time, i recited that, dad flipped.

and i mean, HE FLIPPED OUT.

HE GOT US OUT OF THAT TRAFFIC JAM LIKE A SUPER MAN.



 like a bat out of hell.

RIPPING UP THE SIDE OF THE ROAD , WITH THE GAS FOOT FLOORED.

WE ZOOMED PAST PROBABLY 200 CARS ALL STILL LOCKED IN THE TRAFFIC JAM.
UNLIKE THESE IDIOTS HERE!

THEN, HE ,ALL OF A SUDDEN PULLED THE FORD LYNX  UP A SMALL HILL ONTO ANOTHER ROAD , AND SOMEHOW EVENTUALLY HE GOT US ONTO HIGHWAY TWO OR RATHER ROAD 68 DUNDAS STREET HEADING TOWARDS LONDON.

It was like an up hill road appeared out of no where.

Where there clearly was no road?

A road just 

appeared.

O yes.

An invisible road just appeared out of no where for a second.

You know win?

Dad knew how to make a road .

Even when there wasnt one there.

See?

And he did it better then anyone.

IT WAS IMPRESSIVE ROAD RAGE DRIVING, WINNIE.

VERY IMPRESSIVE.

LIKE A STREET CAR RACER AT THE DELAWARE INTERNATIONAL SPEED WAY.

OR PROBABLY BETTER THEN THAT.

LIKE MARIO ANDRETTI ACTUALLY.

ITS TRUE. I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, WIN.

DAD WENT NUTSO DRIVING THAT DAY...

BUT IT WAS STILL IMPRERSSIVE DRIVING.

HE DID IT.REFLECTIVE OF THE FOLLOWING.

WITH ME IN THE CAR.

BUT WIN.......

JUST SO YOU KNOW, I SUSPECT STRONGLY, HE PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE GIVEN THAT INCREDIBLE DRIVING PERFORMaNCE IF IT WASSN'T FOR ME.

reflective of this---

dad wanted and needed my singing that day to ignite him into a driving frenzy! and i gave dad what he needed!
reflective of this!@

he needed HIS SON. BEING IN THE CAR. 
with him!GOADING HIM ON. WITH MY super SINGING.

WITH THE HELP OF MEAT LOAF OF COURSE

After passing about maybe 200 cars?

While driving nearly in the ditch?

Along the highway?

He drove up another ditch headed towards highway 2 I assume?

And Winnie?

The car went

“””“”””””AIRBORNE “””””””””

For about three seconds.

Yep.

For about three seconds ?

Me and dad were actually flying.

The car was flying.

“””””””””””””””””FLYING””””””””””””””””””

I thought “”’ Gee…?  A flying car? Real cool.

That’s cool. Dad has a flying car…

Ps.

Winnie???

When that monkey tore part of dad’s lynx drivers side  car door off?

That day in 1993?

I can’t even begin to explain the weird way dad started to act.

I said to him, “‘ dad? What’s wrong?”’

He growled at me and said “‘ that monkey there has part of my car in his mouth !

And I am just wondering how to get my property back from that thief?”

Dad said that to me.

In the car.

So I said to myself , “‘ should I tell dad to just get out of the car and wrestle the monkey in order to try and get the car door part back?””

I decided it wasn’t wise to say that to dad though.

Because he was acting real crazy in the car.

Win.

To the point where I was literally worried if I told dad to get out of the car and wrestle the monkey in order to get the car piece back?””

I was afraid dad would do it…

So I choose not to advise him to wrestle the monkey literally at that point.

But if I had told dad to get out of the car ? And wrestle the monkey?

And if dad had wrestled the monkey at that point?

What a YouTube video that would have made?!

I’m quessing it would hove went viral…

Winnie?

I don’t think you understand.

I saw dad’s eyes.

He was psychotic at that moment.

I’m pretty sure if I had told dad to wrestle the monkey to get the car part back?

At that moment?

He would hsve.

You should have seen him.

At that moment.

It was interesting.

Then shortly after that?

Dad made the car fly through the air without touching the ground.

I saw him do it.

Win.

I was in the car when he did it.

It was very impressive…

Dad’s car flew through the air that day. 

The wheels? 

They didn’t touch the ground . 

For about three seconds.  

At least.

Maybe longer?

But for at least three seconds?

We were “””””FLYING !”’

That was cooool for a dad to do that for his son.

It was interesting. Too.

Dad could road rage like no one I ever saw. When he wanted to.

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