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Before I started a family I lived in Copenhagen and I was fascinated by this park Frederiksberg Have in the English Romantic style from the beginning of the eighteenth’s century. It started as a baroque garden though. The winding paths made it look bigger than it was.

View from Frederiksberg Garden towards the palace

A look from the Frederiksberg Palace in Copenhagen

Somehow I was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw the many young families with small children in the park at that time in the seventies. I was longing for getting a family myself.

Time passed and after having got two children, the apartment we lived in was too small and a dream came through to get an old fine patrician flat with view over the park.

My number of children grew from two to four in that flat and as a ritual I took them to the park every day summer and winter from kindergarten and the nursery and at weekends too.

The procession of my children at the entrance of Frederiksberg Have

It was great fun for them and for me and the number of childish conflicts fell immediately.

The oldest practising ice skating. I was 6 months pregnant with a 11 months old in the pram

my eldest son four and a half years old practicing on the ice

The challenge I had at that time with four was that the two youngest were too big to sit very well in the pram and too small to walk or ride in the right direction.

The one missing on the other picture

Not possible always to get all on the same picture

The worst episode was when I was tempted to read a book and got distracted for a moment. Suddenly the youngest had disappeared. He was one and a half years old and the park had a winding stream. I felt it a very long time before he was found at the naked breasts of a beer drinking woman. The topless style had not become completely out fashioned yet. He had not suffered at all or found out that his mom had disappeared. For once I saw a guard at the park who among many others helped me to search for him.

The same place from the early 1950s

The Chinese Bridge in the park, where my son was found. This photo is from the early 1950s from the internet

The spot where he was found

That was a lesson for me to be on guard always. I am sure that he had angel’s watch.

Ditlev a few months later in 1988

Saved and alive today

When I revisit Copenhagen I often go to the park especially at spring time, but again not without a lot of sentimental feelings.