My grandparents on my dad's side were Dutch (names Westra and Mulder)-- from Gronigen (sp?). On my mom's side, my great-grandparents were Dutch. (Mulder and Wegter). I grew up in a Dutch Calvinist enclave in southwestern lower Michigan (Grand Rapids), where many Dutch immigrants settled in the early 1900s, mostly to do farming in the familiar rich, black lowland soil. My dad, a political science professor at Calvin College, had a Fulbright fellowship that took the family to Amsterdam for a year when I was two. I'm told I spoke fluent Dutch at the time. All that's left is "Dag!" and the words to various Sinterklaas songs. Kathy