If we were having coffee, I would tell you that today I celebrate my two years’ blogging anniversary and that I was given this beautiful badge.
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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have come across a fellow blogger Ian with interests so similar to mine. I can’t say exactly how I met him, but I am glad I did. The subjects we have in common are children, family history, how to understand traumas and WWII.
Ian says in a comment to me:
I’m interested in how childhood trauma can affect the next generation, as I believe my mom’s experiences she had in WWII, which I write about in ResearchingMyself, carried through to me and my sister.
Ian’s mother was Dutch and was a child during the WWII. The events from that time made a lasting imprint on the rest of her life. Like Holland Denmark was occupied by the Germans too and both my parents were very affected by the war too. I am looking forward also to find out about her moving from the Nederlands to the United States of America.
If you like to see how I have some posts on the period and their youth. My mother Ruth was engaged to a British soldier Bill who she met in Copenhagen in the liberation days. My father was traumatised by an arrest in September 1944 where our Danish police were taken by the Germans at a false air-raid warning. He was set free again as he was a fireguard. At the liberation, he saw crazy things as people were injured due to lack of driving ability and shootings in the streets.
My aunt Ermegaard, my mother’s sister helped a starving Dutch girl at the liberation. By a miracle, she came to Denmark even though she was too old to be allowed to be taken to Denmark.
I want to mention another of my other blogger friends writes about his Dutch uncle who disappeared in KZ camps. His blog research is ready to become a book. The blog is called Mogromo. Like Ian, he is searching his background in family tragedies during wartime.
I too have worked with the effects of my parents’ lives during the war on my life. I know I still have to practice on speaking up and to dare let my points of view come out with a clear voice and not in fear or anger. So much was suppressed in my childhood as my father couldn’t cope with noise or conflict.
I will end with a recommendation to read another blogger lbeth1950 with her blog Nutsrok who also writes about her family stories humorously and movingly. She indeed a good writer as so many of you who write in your own language.
After I finished this post, I found that there is a weekly theme on this title at the “Daily Posts” a help to find inspiration for blogging.