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Childhood
Born
in 1948 in the city of s'Hertogenbosch (also: den
Bosch), I spent most of my childhood in Waalwijk, a nearby town
in the southern part of the Netherlands. This Catholic region is
culturally and historically closer to Flanders (in Belgium) than
to the Calvinist north, known as Holland.
I
am the fourth of six sons (no daughters) of a bank director's family.
We grew up in a large, lively home. But I was the only one keenly
interested in animals, a gene that must have skipped a generation
since my mother's father owned a pet store.
As
soon as I was allowed to go off on my own in the weekends, I'd take
my bike and go fishing. Not with a rod, but a net. I would bring
home live stickleback fish, salamanders, young eels, bitterlings,
or whatever aquatic life I'd catch. I turned the sunroom of our
backyard into a little zoo with buckets and tanks full of animals.
I bred mice, adopted cats, and raised jackdaws. Jackdaws are small
members of the crow family, and still my favorite bird: very smart
and very social, just like the primates. The high point of this
period was breeding my own sticklebacks and releasing them back
into the ditch from which their parents came. All of this made for
a natural attraction to ethology, the biological study of animal
behavior (quite different from the psychological approach advocated
by B. F. Skinner across the Atlantic) as the founders of ethology
studied both sticklebacks (NikoTinbergen) and jackdaws (Konrad Lorenz).
I
received an excellent education at public schools, and joined the
boy scouts, which had the advantage that I spent almost every Saturday
in the forest south of Waalwijk learning about plants and animals
as well as male bonding and rivalry.
Student
Years
In
high school, I had a rather boring biology teacher. This affected
me such that upon graduation, when everyone recommended I go to
the university, I wanted to do mathematics or physics instead of
biology. My mother, however, thought that in view of my love of
animals, this couldn't be the right path for me. In the Netherlands,
one chooses the major before entering the university. Despite my
teacher, I chose biology, and haven't regretted it since.
At
the University of Nijmegen, I developed a circle of buddies and
grew my hair until I was the sort of 1960s bohemian that scared
the establishment. Apart from growing up, I took classes in animal
anatomy, cell biology, biochemistry, and so on. I rarely heard anything
about animal behavior, though. Most of the animals I saw smelled
of formaldehyde and had no behavior left in them.
My
eyes were opened during a stint in the psychology department of
the same university, where I worked with two pre-adolescent male
chimpanzees, named Koos and Nozem. Those two were fun! Every day
I took them to a room where we spent hours together doing cognitive
tasks, and even though they were far stronger than me, I was in
charge most of the time. I cannot say the same for my successor,
who went in with a tie on and got almost strangled.
This
experience taught me that I wanted to study live animals,
for which I promptly moved to the University of Groningen in the
far north of the Netherlands. Here I finally got what I wanted.
I observed my beloved jackdaws as a graduate project (a large free-ranging
colony had settled in nest boxes on the wall of the zoological laboratory),
conducted neuroscience on rats, and learned from such masters as
Gerard Baerends and Piet Wiepkema. It was the heyday of Dutch ethology,
and I took full advantage.
In
the meantime I had fallen in love with a French girl, Catherine.
She would occasionally hitchhike from Nantes to Groningen to share
my tiny room, and moved in with me after I moved to Utrecht. This
was my third Dutch university, where I did my doctoral thesis under
Jan van Hooff, a specialist of primate facial expressions. I first
worked on the aggressive behavior of long-tailed macaques in Jan's
laboratory in Utrecht, but later went to study chimpanzees at Burgers'
Zoo, in Arnhem.
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