Of a Dutch Girl

Dutch Holiday Tradition: Sinterklaas

This weekend, the town where I live will keep Dutch tradition alive with a parade and activities for children to celebrate Sinterklaas Day. I remember as a college student at Northwestern in Orange City many years ago, going down town to help pass out chocolate candies wrapped in gold foil to look like coins. We gave them to the children waiting on the sidewalk for Sinterklaas to appear.

Sinterklaas is the Dutch version of the American Santa Klaus, and of the English St. Nicholas. The original Saint Nicholas lived in Turkey in the twelfth century and was the patron saint for children.

On December 6, Sinterklaas arrives from Spain in a large Spanish galleon ship with his helpers, among whom is a distinctive young man by the name of Zwarte Piet, or Black Pete, who is actually a black child. He helps Sinterklaas carry gifts for all the children who have been good over the past year, and coal for those who have been bad.

When he arrives on land, Sinterklaas rides a white horse named Amerigo and goes through town giving candy to children. His white horse carries him from rooftop to rooftop at night while Zwarte Piet goes down the chimney to leave candy in the wooden shoes the Dutch children have left beside the fireplace. In the morning, the children awaken to find that Sinterklaas had indeed visited their house.

The Dutch wait until after Sinterklaas Day has passed to put up their Christmas trees. The season lasts through Christmas Day and extends to Epiphany on January 6 when the decorations are finally taken down. I remember my grandmother keeping her Christmas tree up until Epiphany. It was important to mark the season by the Church’s observance of the first Sunday of Advent in early December until the end of the season one week into January.

In Pella, our tulip festival in May includes a parade in which Sinterklaas, Zwarte Piet, Amerigo, and many school-aged helpers ride the Spanish galleon down the street as one of the parade entries. Sinterklaas is dressed in a rich red robe with white trim and a tall, pointed hat like a Catholic bishop would wear. He also holds a long staff like a shepherd would use.

Sinterklaas has the appearance of clergy from the pre-reformation era, and yet in addition to the sobriety of his outfit, he has a whimsical charm. All the way down to his long white beard, he looks like someone you would want to receive candy from. He has an air of cheer and of festivity about him that ushers in the celebratory season.

Associated with Sinterklaas Day is klaaskoek, or St. Nicholas cake. It’s a dessert eaten on December 6 in observance of Sinterklaas Day. Over time, the cakes changed to become more like cookies and took the name speculaas. They originated in the Netherlands and Belgium during the Middle Ages when exotic spices arrived as a result of expanding trade routes. Once a luxury treat, speculaas became associated with Sinterklaas festivities, often featuring the figures of the Saint or of festive symbols. As the Dutch spice trade grew in the 17th century, speculaas became more accessible.

The dough for speculaas, or St. Nick cookies, is firm enough to press into molds. Each St. Nick cookie at our local bakery is in the shape of a windmill. During this first week of December, the cookies are also shaped into large forms of Sinterklaas.

Here is a photo of a cookie mold that I have to make them into windmill shapes. The mold must be well greased so that after the dough has been pressed into it, the cookie will easily release onto the baking sheet. The cookies bake up in the shape of the mold and with faint imprints of the design on their surfaces.

St. Nick cookies are my favorite kind of cookie, better even than a chocolate chip cookie or peanut butter. Here is a recipe I have from my grandmother for St. Nick, or Speculaas, or Dutch Spice Cookies. They are all the same. I love these and will make up a large batch to keep on hand over the holidays. They work really well to share with coworkers, at family gatherings, or just to snack on at home with a nice, hot cup of tea. (That’s my favorite way to eat them).

Grandma’s Dutch Spice Cookies

1 cup brown sugar                                                                  1 egg

1 cup while sugar                                                                    1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 cup butter                                                                              ½ teaspoon nutmeg

¼ cup vegetable shortening or lard                                    ½ teaspoon cloves

3 cups flour                                                                               ½ teaspoon baking soda

                                                                                                     ½ teaspoon vanilla

Cream the sugars, butter, and shortening together. Add the egg and slowly add the flour with the mixer turned down. Then add the spices and vanilla. Form the dough into small balls and place on a baking sheet covered in parchment paper. Press with a fork, a cookie stamp, or a meat tenderizer.

Follow the recipe to this point to make round cookies. For making cookies in a mold, grease the mold, and press a portion of dough into the mold. Release the cookie onto the baking sheet.

Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes or until nicely brown.

This recipe makes 90 round cookies, and will make about 2 dozen molded cookies, depending on the size of the mold.

Store in an airtight container to share with friends for the holidays or make ahead and freeze.

 

Of a Dutch Girl

Recounting the Story

It’s Tulip Time in Pella, the yearly tradition of celebrating our Dutch heritage that’s been kept since the 1930’s. Watching the parades and seeing the costumes inspires me to think about our local history. I appreciate what Eugene Heideman has to say in his book about Hendrik P. Scholte:

“The city of Pella annually celebrates his (Schotle’s) decision to separate from the Nederlandse Hervormde Kerk in 1834 and to lead his followers to found their city in Iowa in 1847. The story of their journey and heroic struggle to found Pella to be a “city of refuge” and to build their church with its motto up front, ‘In God is our Hope and Refuge,’ is recounted to the children and tourists each year at its May Tulip Time festival.1

The story is recounted, told over and over again to the children and to the tourists.

Participating in this retelling as I read the scripts to announce each entry in the parade makes me think of my own family’s story. An assignment I was given as part of my chaplaincy training was to share my family tree with the rest of the class, going back to the third and fourth generation.

Quite by coincidence, photos of some of my ancestors drifted my direction from distant relatives recently, allowing me to put the final pieces in place. The narrative of my Van Zante family is both fascinating and heartbreaking. Inspiring and heroic. Like any of the Dutch immigrants to the Iowa prairies, they faced struggles. Their piety and reverent Christian faith shines as the lasting legacy that has shaped me and made me who I am as a Dutch girl, a leader, a wife and a mother.

I’ve been handed many generations’ worth of rich heritage that I can share with my own children, adding to the recounted story of so many who came here to the American Midwest to find “freedom to worship God according to His word.” 2

I’m proud of them, and I’m honored to descend from people who knew how to trust God even when it meant leaving everything they knew and loved behind in order to venture into a fearsome, irreversible unknown.

Dielis Van Zante Sr. and his wife Pietertje emigrated to America in 1854 with their four-year-old son, also named Dielis, and a small daughter who died while they were still at sea, on their way to America from Holland. Traveling with Dielis Sr. was his brother Gerrit, Gerrit’s wife, and their children. Dielis Sr. and Pietertje settled on farmland south of Pella and went on to have more children.

Dielis Jr. grew up and married. then he settled on a farm in the Leighton area. He and his wife had seven children, one of which was my great-grandfather Henry Van Zante. In August of 1888, Dielis Jr. died an untimely death at the age of 38. If the reason was sickness or a farming accident, I haven’t been able to discover. All I know is that this sudden death must have been devastating to his wife and children.

Two of Dielis Jr.’s brothers were in business together as owners of a hardware store in Pella. They also owned land in the Eddyville area, so when the sons Dielis Jr. left behind were old enough, they were provided with farm ground.

One of these farms went to my great-grandfather Henry. He married Adrianna Grandia in March of 1910, and then moved to Eddyville to start farming. Henry and Anna had ten children. One of them was my grandfather, Elmer Van Zante. He married Elizabeth Van Heukelom, and then settled on that same farm. My dad, along with his brother and sister, were raised there.

In 2011, my Van Zante family received a Century Farm Award from the State of Iowa for retaining the same farm ground within the family for 100 years.

Ever since 1998, when I got married, Pella is where I live with my husband Tom De Bruin, and our sons Mark and John. They are both in college right now, but I find meaning in remembering, in finding more pieces to the story, and in recounting it to the children and to the visitors. Not necessarily because it’s entertaining, but because it’s real.

It’s ours as a family, and ours as a community. The story of seeking freedom to worship and of overcoming the struggles to claim land and make it produce has made us who we are. It’s our heritage, it’s our legacy, and it’s definitely worth celebrating.

Happy Tulip Time!

If my readers live close enough to take in a parade (or two), then I hope you make the trip to Pella. Notice the costumes. Listen to the history. Cherish the story.

Both quotes are taken from the book, Hendrik P. Scholte, His Legacy in the Netherlands and in America, by Eugene P. Heideman, published by Van Raalte Press, Holland, Michigan, 2015, pages xxviii and xxix in the introduction.

(Scenery photos taken by Michelle De Bruin in Pella, 2023. The photo of Michelle and her two sons, former members of the Marching Dutch, was taken in Scholte Gardens, Pella, in 2019).