#borstrok What is the first memory of Koos?
That must have been something profound.

And it was, the chest strap.
A tricot of probably Jansen and Tilanus, the forerunner of today's Bamigo.

Tricot wasn't the most flexible material.
Certainly not if it was washed too hot in then still a quick washer.

The time of the Miele, there is no better, did not exist yet.
The quickwasher had only one program and molested the chest strap.
And all that suffering Koossie had to suffer.

The chest strap shrank by wash and Koossie grew a week, so... that didn't turn on.
Mothers tried to fix this by using her pull force to tailor the chest strap and test the resilience of the knitwear.

Armpjes up and there went the chest strap over the head of Koos.
Oh, I can still see the navel of that little Koos.!

No point. With full force, another 15 cm was pulled.
In the course of the day there was a 10 cm wasted because the knitwear returned to the position of the last wash.

What a “feast” such a chest strap.
And then the itch as if a colon of ants were walking down your back all day.

You were happy when you were freed from this waypipe.
But... before this happened, this one still had to go out.

Vacuum sucked the chest strap on the small body of Koossie.
Armps up and now?

Mothers pulled up the chest strap a little centimeter by centimeter.
Kossie was lifted up with each pull movement and looked like an accomplished ballet dancer.

After a little 5 minutes of traction it was done and Koossie felt that as a liberation.
Air again!

Koos has the same feeling now still as the compression stockings are removed after a whole day standing in education.
At the end of the day, the support stocking is removed with a lot of pulling force and then the thoughts of the chest strap and the times of yesteryear come back again.