When I see these photos, my first thought is: this really can’t be right anymore. Scenes from the 1940s or ’50s — who knows? They were still working with horses back then. These are simple prints from 6x9 negatives. They ended up in a family album, of course, because the business in full swing was part of the story — Dad’s in the picture, and way in the background, there’s Grandpa with his cigarette... Oh, that second guy? That’s your Uncle Henk. He always came to help when they had to spray. Did you take these photos, Mom? Are you crazy? I don’t even remember who did. You had to keep your distance, or you’d get that DDT — or whatever it was — right in your face. And if they were fooling around, you wouldn’t get away in time, you know... "Want some too, Bep?" they’d grin and say…
Thankfully, today we have organic fruit growers like William Pouw from Schalkwijk (in the municipality of Houten). In the Ekoplaza magazine Lekker Weten (Autumn 2024), he shares how his father used to help at a nearby cherry orchard where they sprayed heavily with pesticides. William grew up hearing the stories his father brought home — how earthworms would crawl to the surface to die on the grass, how the people walking behind the sprayer would struggle to breathe and their eyes would sting. Pouw says: "My father realized even then: are we supposed to eat that fruit?"


