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Julie Friar
June 6, 2025
I´m sorry for your loss of a loved one, and thank you for writing such a warm tribute to Dirk van der Elst who was my sociology prof at Marietta College (Ohio) in 1968. I´m not surprised to read that he finally published a book about `culture´ since its proper definition was his emphasis in that class and we were careful to proclaim it correctly, especially on essay exams. By accident I discovered he passed away when I looked for him online- my husband & I traveled to Amsterdam recently and I recalled that I had a teacher from there- he left an impression those 57 years ago and I remembered his name. For some reason I searched online and found this obit. I offer my condolences to everyone who knew and loved him, especially Willem- thank you for writing the moving story of your wartime experiences as children in Dordecht. In 1944 my father was wounded and captured on a battlefield near Bleialf, Germany, and was a prisoner of the Germans until the liberation in Europe he fought for finally occurred in May 1945. I regret that I didn´t have the courage to relate that to Dirk back then. Again, offering sympathy for his loss.
Franklin Ng
December 22, 2024
Dirk van der Elst was a wonderful colleague and a great mentor. Always personable and knowledgeable, he always entranced us with his stories about his military service and perceptive insights about people and society. Traveling to Taiwan with him was great fun, and we had many memorable experiences together. My condolences to Jo Anne and his family.
Abi Dobbelaar
October 14, 2024
Darren
October 7, 2024
Dirk was my father.
I´m the eldest son, first van der Elst born in the United States.
I received a lot from Dirk. A strong sense of responsibility, a decent work ethic, the value of a good education... things like that.
Even though Dirk wasn´t around for the day-to-day upbringing, the love and friendship we built over the years benefited me greatly.
I am proud to have been his son, and hope that I and my descendants are a testament to Dirk´s investments in, and leadership to, our lives.
I look forward to reconnecting when I reach the other side.
God Bless you Dirk, and thanks for everything.
Jan English-Lueck
October 7, 2024
Dirk was my introduction to anthropology in 1972 and he changed my life. For over fifty years we exchanged ideas, jokes, science fiction books recommendations, and memories. His wife, Jo, is one of my dearest friends. His laugh was infectious, as was his biting insight. He was an opa to my daughters, and could always make them laugh, and think. He took me to Suriname with him for my Master's work and inspired how I taught anthropology--using provocations and humor to get a point across. I will miss him and never let his memory fade.
Eric Lindae
October 6, 2024
Aunt Jo,
I am so grateful for Uncle Dirk, and for you. He was a person like no other: a fearless thinker, humorist, craftsman and spellbinding storyteller.
Above all, he was an inspiration. Dirk was a model of self-reliance who earned his convictions the hard way. He said what he thought and never held back to flatter the foolish or ignorant. To the end he was honest, earnest and kind as only a wise man can be.
All of us led richer and more thoughtful lives because of him. He taught that any assumption is worth questioning: that each society has its own easy answers and that culture should never be taken at face value. None of would be who we are today without him, or without you.
We will always treasure his memory and his lessons. As he inspired us, so we hope to inspire others. Only then will we, who looked up to him, truly be doing him justice.
Thank you for bringing him into our lives - and making his life the joy that it was.
Love,
Eric Lindae
Fred and Jan Berman
October 6, 2024
Jo Anne, we are sorry for your loss.
Henry D Delcore
October 4, 2024
I'm back for a second remembrance. I once Dirk in the Department of Anthropology at Fresno State after I started working here. Dirk told a story from his childhood in WWII Netherlands. He said things were hard but that late in the war, the Allies began air dropping food aid. He said everyone was grateful for this but couldn't figure out why the Americans and English insisted on dropping them animal food. All the animals were long dead and they needed people food. The air dropped food in question? Canned cream corn. Apparently, in the Netherlands, that was considered pig food, while in the US and England, it was considered people food. He made this basic anthropological point about different cultural categories with verve and enthusiasm and yes, his accent helped! I still tell this story form time to time. A great teacher never truly dies.
Paul van der Elst
October 3, 2024
Too many fond memories to list. Very thankful for the times both Dirk and JoAnne came to thanksgiving in St George and shared their love, songs and laughter.
Paul & Amie van der Elst
Willem J. M. vanderElst
October 3, 2024
My Name is Willem, and I am Dirk's younger brother. I am, as of this writing, 83 years old. I want as many people as possible to be able to get a glimpse of what it was like during the Time of "the year of death"; The last year of the war. I was born in 1941, when the war with Germany having started in 1939.
I knew nothing about the why's and when of it all. Papa was taken as a prisoner by the Germans to go to Germany and replace a civilian, who would then be immediately inducted to the German military. That would have been around October / November of 1940. The first two months of his working for a German company that supplied food and beer to the German military barracks. The owner was a very decent and kind man, who sympathized with papa. The German Government Evan gave him money to send home to his family in Dordrecht. The third month he was given leave for Christmas for one week. It was nine months later that I was born. After He went back to Germany, he had met another truck driver and he was obviously cold from the freshly fallen snow that had fallen that morning. Papa's truck had two coats in the back and papa grabbed one and gave it to the fellow. Papa had forgotten that one of the coats had his I.D. papers in it. Papa never knew that the poor guy's truck was hit by a bomb that came from an allied bombing run of the area. When the Germans found the papers on that man's jacket, they wrote mama a letter, informing her husband had been killed. Mama and papa used to be able to write to each other, but as the war progressed, no more communication was allowed between any of the war relief prisoners. the first three years or so it was very difficult to get any food. Mama would stand in the bread lines, and soup lines when available, sometimes for the entire day and come hone with very little or nothing at all. I was very young , but could tell mama was so very tired. We knew that if she had very little to bring home that she would tell us that she had already taken some for herself, and would divide ours out to us. Being the youngest, more was given to me. The last year of the war, things got much worse. we would go for several days without any food at all. That's when Dirk started to go out at night and brave the curfew laws that Gave the Germans the right to shoot you on the spot. Our town was occupied by a German SS regiment, and they were very strict. He would go to one of the crop fields where they grew various crops, potatoes, and so on. In the beginning he was very successful and would come home with food for us. But as time went on, the Germans built a machine gun tower and barbed wire around the perimeter of the fields. Dirk still braved the situation and came home with food, undetected. The next time out however, it was a different story. As he crawled around the field, he came upon a dead body. Dirk still managed to bring home som food for us, but he told mama crying, that he could not do that anymore......She of course agreed. That now left very little for him to do to get some food, anything at all! He he decided that he would go to one of the canals near our home and try to catch the small puffer fish that were there. He had a little metal bucket and made a net on the end of long stick and off he went. These little fish were only 2-3 inches long, including the head. But he did catch a few and we all wolfed down some bits of the little critters. seeing this as a doable endeavor, dirk was getting set to go out once agin, only this time I pleaded with him to let me join him. He agreed, and even made me a stick with a net. we spent what seemed like the better part of daylight, quietly sneaking around the bank, trying to not scare them off. we would dunk our little nets and slowly move in and get them in the net, but they were very skittish and would dart out of the way. Very frustrating, but we did get maybe ten or twelve of them. enough for a grand supper, indeed! I know for a fact that what might seam as a trivial amount of food that he brought to us, it saved our lives, mine assuredly. I say this because after the war, when the Canadians liberated our town Doctor The told mama that Dirk must go to live at one of the farms, where he and several other boys a girls were sent, or he would not make it much longer! Mama wanted me to go as well, but the Canadian doctor said the I would not live if I went. I was to sty there where I could get immediate attention. My sister, Ieneke had been sick with what she found out only a few years ago, with Scarlet Fever She spent a great deal of the war in Bed. There were times when she would take me to walk to mom's sister's house and we could visit with our cousins. She was also treated immediately, Recovered quickly from the medications that they gave her.
Dirk Was always my hero, ever since I was old enough to recognize him, and will remain so until I die.
Deborah Byron
October 3, 2024
Dr. van der Elst taught my first anthropology class at Fresno State. His somewhat provocative introductory remarks established the kind of exciting and unfiltered professor he would be. I don´t remember what he said, but when he finished three habit-wearing nuns walked out the door and never came back. I quickly changed my major to anthropology and forever remembered this brilliant professor.
Alexis and Brad Dowell
October 2, 2024
Jo Anne, Brad and I are sorry for your loss. We have such fond memories of you and Dirk hosting us at your mountain house! Dirk always had such great stories and he just adored you! We still have the CD of the songs you all made. Brad and I only wish we would have had another beer or two with you both. You and the family are in our thoughts. Dirk was a force for sure and we still can hear the soothing accent in our heads. Take care.
Henry Delcore
October 2, 2024
I had the chance to meet and talk to Dirk only a few times but he was both formidable and memorable! His memory as an excellent teacher and colleague is alive and well among colleagues, past students, and his successors in the Department of Anthropology at Fresno State.
Roger and Rineke Otte
October 2, 2024
Our condoleances for Jo Anne and the rest of the family.
We were visitors at his mountain house in 2005 and enjoyed our stay very much. He was in Sneek with Willem in 2002, so we got to know our Americain cousins. Jo Anne we wish you all the best. Greetings from Roger en Rineke Otte and our neigbours Tjeerd en Tineke van der Meulen who made the trip with us.
Dirk Hendrik van der Elst
October 1, 2024
My condoleances for your lost.
Hoss Aghazeynali
October 1, 2024
My deepest condolences to JoAnne and family. I always enjoyed talking with him and listening to his dutch accent. Will miss you Dirk and you will be in our prayers. God bless.
Hoss Aghazeynali
October 1, 2024
Our deepest condolences to JoAnne and family. Dirk will be in our thoughts forever. He was a special man and enjoyed talking with him. With Love.
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