History
De Hoeve is not a very old village. For the first time it was mentioned by its name in 1938. On a map of 1664 the territory was only heather. Shortly after that people built two farmhouses: an Oosterhoeve (East Hoeve) and a Westerhoeve (West Hoeve). A new map, drawn in 1718 shows both farmhouses. The area around it is also called Vinkegahoeve and Steggerdahoeve because they are in the neighbourhood of the small villages Vinkega and Steggerda.
In 1908 Commissie Plaatselijk Belang (Committee Local Interest) was founded. During the first meetings with the people it was decided to improve the dirtroads by putting rubble on it. Also they decide to make all kinds of other improvements. These meetings were also used as entertainment with recitals, songs and hot chocolate, made of the milk that was donated by the farmers. The committeemembers made sure that there would be enough milk left for the pupils the next day.
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