Wolf Slomper was the son of Jetje Slomper.
Stadsarchief Amsterdam, archiefkaart Wolf Slomper
Wolf Slomper went into hiding with his mother Jetje in the countryside near Zaandam. A boy who became friends with Wolf wrote down what he remembered after the war. ' "What’s your name?", he asked me after a while. "Me? Dirkie. And you?", I asked. "Wolfie," he said. That really made me laugh. Wolfie, that’s an animal’s name. But he said: "At least a wolf is something; what on earth is a Dirkie?"
We were already close to home when a neighbour appeared on the path. Before I knew what had happened, Wolfie had run into an alley. "What are you doing?", I asked, a little surprised. "Shhhh," he whispered, "that’s a cop..." That made me laugh again. “Come on, that’s no cop, that’s an ice cream man.” “His hat looks like a cop’s,” Wolfie insisted. “No,” I said, “that’s a Rotterdammertje, a sailor’s cap. Everyone wears them around here. And why should you be afraid of a cop?” Then Wolfie said that his mother had told him they would be taken away if a cop ever saw them.
Wolfie and his mother were living with another family, but things weren’t going well for him there. The man – you could call him Wolfie’s stepfather – beat him regularly. . . . Later Wolfie went to live with a different family, who wanted to adopt him. These people were nice to him, but they made a terrible mistake. They went to the food office and applied for ration cards for Wolfie. Then the whole business came to light, and when the family came back from a day out, the SA was waiting for them at the railway station. They took the child from the family and brought him to the police station in Vinkenstraat. The people who wanted to adopt him were allowed to visit him there the next day. He was there with his mother, who had been captured too.'
D. Doeves, Dirkie de Zaankanter (Zaandam 1985)
Wolf Slomper is also commemorated on Jewish Monument Zaanstreek