The Windmills of My Eyes

Leiden / Wijk bij Duurstede / Zaandam, the Netherlands

June 7 – 9, 2019

Wind and water defined the Netherlands. Both elements billowing from the North Sea had shaped the country’s geography and culture. Sea breeze could blow a gale. The sea itself could sink a third of the country, one of the Low Countries, that lay below sea level. But the Dutch in centuries past were a hardy bunch. They harnessed these elemental forces with windmill technology to power their survival and progress.

Molen de Valk over Rijnsburgersingel @ Leiden, South Holland

Molen de Valk, also known as “The Falcon,” held the honor as my first windmill. This landmark not far from Leiden Centraal had welcomed everyone who came to Leiden since the 18th century. My host, Ms. O, identified it as a stage windmill, so named for the raised platform built around it. Its towering form casting a rippled reflection on Rijnsburgersingel completely comprised the Holland of my imagination. I was told the windmill had been turned into a museum showcasing the milling process producing whole wheat flour for sale there. Alas, both times I passed by, it was too late in the day for a visit.

TTT @ Molen de Valk, Leiden
Ode aan het Varken (Ode to the Pig) @ Leiden, South Holland

An aside, literally: A pig sculpture – of all things! – stood beside Molen de Valk. How culturally inclusive of Holland to celebrate the Chinese Year of the Pig. It turned out to simply be a coincidence. Ode to the Pig was a traveling art installation that raised public awareness and support for the anti-caged farming campaign. Artist Jantien Mook said it best: “With this work I want to express the beauty and the strength of animals. The pig reflects the joy and the life’s energy that every being has.” This was right up the alley of my Dutch vegan friends.

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Molen De Put and Rembrandt Bridge @ Leiden, the Netherlands
Molen de Put @ Leiden, South Holland

The iconic status of windmills in the Netherlands had been perpetuated in visual art by Dutch masters, most famously by Rembrandt. I had just seen The Windmill, Rembrandt’s childhood memory in Leiden preserved in an etching, at Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. The subject was long gone, even before the print was made. In its place, a replica of the wooden corn mill was built by Jan Put in the 17th century. That, too, was destroyed, as were the succeeding two. Finally, present-day Molen de Put was built in 1987, a box type of windmill, according to Ms. O, characterized by an upper body attached to a smaller base.

Molen de Put and Rembrandt Bridge @ Leiden, South Holland
Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede by Jacob van Ruisdael @ Wijk bij Duurstede

The same fate had befallen the subject immortalized by Jacob van Ruisdael in the 17th-century painting Windmill of Wijk bij Duurstede. Sadly, I found that windmills in Holland were mostly reconstructions. Many were wooden and lost to time and the elements. In the advent of modernization, the Dutch tore down the rest, not realizing they would become a national icon. In Wijk bij Duurstede, we could only peek at the gated alcove of a house to see the foundation of the original windmill.

The Original Site of the Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede
TTT and Molen Rijn en Lek @ Wijk bij Duurstede, Utrecht

About 200 meters away from this site stood the 17th century Molen Rhine en Lek. It was the stage type but with a unique feature giving it the distinction of being the only one of its kind in Holland. Originally built on the city gate, the flour mill straddled over a road. Vehicles still passed through and the tradition of grinding grain still upheld by volunteers every weekend. Frequently mistaken as the windmill in van Ruisdael’s painting, it also went by the name De Molen van Ruysdael to capitalize on this misunderstanding.

Molen Rijn en Lek @ Wijk bij Duurstede, Utrecht
Molen Rijn en Lek @ Wijk bij Duurstede, Utrecht
Molen Rijn en Lek @ Wijk bij Duurstede, Utrecht

At least one windmill for every town seemed to be the rule in Holland. Looking out the window in train rides, I would catch a glimpse of their X-shaped or cruciform vanes every so often. At some point in the past millennium, about 9,000 windmills dotted the countryside and urban centers in the Netherlands. That was a testament to their central role in Dutch life and society. At present, more than a thousand had been rebuilt or restored.

Train from Leiden Centraal to Amsterdam Centraal
Touchdown Zaanse Schans @ North Holland
Zaan River and Zaanse Schans Windmills L-R: Het Jonge Schaap (“The Young Sheep”), De Zoeker (“The Seeker”), De Kat (“The Cat”), De Gekroonde Poelenburg (“The Crowned Poelenburg”) and De Huisman (“The Houseman”)

The country’s windmill capital was the village of Zaanse Schans in North Holland. The heritage development across Zaan River was an industrial zone in the 17th century. More than 600 windmills were built then for food production, manufacturing, and water management. Some of these mills survived to the present, restored and repurposed into museums.

Zaanse Schans @ Zaandam, North Holland
Zaanse Schans @ Zaandam, North Holland
Zaanse Schans @ Zaandam, North Holland
Zaanse Schans @ Zaandam, North Holland

Alas, it was again too late to enter one; I only had a chance to see them up close. Zaan style windmills differed in size and form from those in South Holland. What they lacked in height, they made up for with bulkier towers that were set on wooden base houses. The relationship between wind and water was more evident here as the mills were mostly built on the banks of narrow canals.

With Nick and Janen @ Zaanse Schans, Zaandam
Zaanse Schans @ Zaandam, North Holland

What little I learned about windmills told me of their great significance. A Zaanse Schans leaflet touted the windmills as “Dutch heroes” and credited them for paving the way for the country’s Golden Age and the Dutch East India Company, which, by extension, even changed the course of history on my side of the world. Indeed, windmills directed the history of the Netherlands and dominated its landscape even at present, consequently becoming one the most recognizable national icons in the world.

Ms. O, the Windmill Expert, with Family @ Zaanse Schans, Zaandam

2 thoughts on “The Windmills of My Eyes

  1. Hi AJ, i was just reading blogs by top Pinoy bloggers and so happy that you are one of them. I specifically looked through your Amsterdam posts as I was reminiscing about our most recent Euro trip that ended just at the right time before the WHO announced the global pandemic in March. But i pray that hubby and I can return someday and exhaust all possible destinations in the Netherlands, i left my heart there really 💔. I pray that real travel adventures will never cease to be a personal experience and become an armchair sojourn done digitally. Anyway, there are more essentials to pray for — i hope that you are keeping safe, dear friend. We still need to meet up soon, God bless you always🙋

    1. Wow, you got back just in the nick of time! It’s a blessing that we made it to Europe before this pandemic blew up. It’ll take some time before foreign travel gets back to normal. In a year or even more, methinks. But yes, I hope and pray we can go back. NL is heaven…a wonderful country in so many ways. And I’m also hoping for our meet-up! Social distancing has caught up on us though, hahaha!

      Be safe and be well!

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