Serially Lost -Part Three
Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
The first post in this series was about losing my job and gaining liberty.,
The next was a loss of the freedom of our country. The story of my grandmother also matches in this subject of loss and gain.
This post is about her meeting my grandfather Emry who was recovering from his losses.
My grandfather Emry was born in 1881 in a province far from Copenhagen. His father was a teacher and a parish clerk. He and his brother got the same occupation.
Emry married Anna in 1908, and they had elven years together. He worked as a sole teacher in a village school at the coast in the western part of Sea land.
During the WWI they moved to Holbæk a garrison town. That is an important detail because the Spanish flu took many lives there due to the dense population. They lost a new-born boy, and in 1919 Anna died of the Spanish flu.
He was now alone with Ermegaard, their four-year-old adopted child, and he also suffered himself from after effect having had the Spanish flu. He was convinced that his heart was damaged after fainting at some occasions during his work at school. He took his former father in law with him to a heart specialist in Copenhagen, because he didn’t dare to take the train travel on his own. The heart specialist convinced him that he was completely healthy, but just needed some more time to recover completely.
His mood was lifted to such a degree that he took the chance to make a phone call to a dealer in the Centre of Copenhagen where Asta Nielsen worked. Shortly after the death of Anna Emry had announced for a housekeeper in the hope to find someone who was an excellent cook and whom he could marry. He had hired someone, but she was very dull and not very interested in the little girl Ermegaard either.
Asta was beautiful in the picture but had admitted blankly that she couldn’t cook yet.
She was allowed to take a break from her work that day, and they met at The Dragon Fountain at the Town Hall Square.
The meeting was a success, and they had dinner together while the former father in law was sent off to the Zoo.
On the train back to Holbaek, they waved to each other discreetly as Asta was standing on a bridge as the train passed.
I have a bunch of passionate love letters from Asta to Emry from that period the autumn of 1919 only half a year from the death of Anna. Anna had a huge family, and they soon found out about Emry’s new relationship.
“You have been seen with a woman at a station in Copenhagen”?
Emry chose to admit it all at once.
When they sometimes met on Sundays, they made promenades at the famous “Langelinje” close to the “Little Mermaid”. My grandmother lived close by at the historical houses “Nyboder” built in the 1600s by King Christian 4. for the Naval personnel.
They married in February 1920 in Copenhagen, and the church was full of Asta’s family and relatives and friends. Hardly anybody of Emry’s family came because “The Spanish” as the flu was called then had a new outbreak; so his family were afraid to come.
Emry was 39 years old and came into the church entrance with his mother. The usher at the door asked if she was the bride?
My grandmother did learn to make delicious food, so Emry didn’t have reasons to worry.
She also loved Ermegaard as much as she loved her own three children. She even had a WWI child from Berlin the first three or four summers of her marriage.
They had a good marriage loving each other as long as they lived though they had a lot of worry during WWII as all their children left home in those critical years. The young adults didn’t see any future life in a province town but wanted more excitement and education in Copenhagen.
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What a heartwarming story and photos to go with it
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Thank you Paula! This story is an essential part of me and I love to walk the places they walked in Copenhagen and Holbæk
What a lovely story!
joanne did you also write about your roots and your familie story ? Maybe I mix you with another blogger. It is so difficult to grasp the many life stories or re-find the posts once read
I did. I sent you the link to a post I did about my family’s experience as immigrants from Poland and we spoke of my family pictures looking a lot like yours.
O yes you I have read it but as I said it can be so difficult to place the right person with the right story. I was looking again in your lists of posts, but didn’t find it. So I will go through the comments, where I will have it
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