Danevirke, the old Wiking border between Germany and Denmark
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In 1864, we lost a war to Germany, and the loss of soldiers and land was intolerable. A part of Jutland where Henry and I live was lost. Not long ago, my husband discovered through genealogy studies that his great grandfather took part in that war and miraculously survived as he was caught among many other soldiers as they retreated a cold February night in 1864 from the old Danish border called Danevirke in the now Northern Germany.
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The soldiers who were not caught after a nightly march were taken to a prisoner’s camp in South Germany where they were treated well. Those who were not caught continued to the next battle at Dybbøl which later was called “Slaughter Bench, Dybbøl”. Next year, July 2020, Denmark will celebrate the centenary of regaining some of the lost lands.
The Danish population south of the Danish border cherished the Danish flag Dannebrog in secrecy. They would lay out the flags on their hedges as they were not allowed to hoist their flag.
This last Saturday, we combined my interest in old prams and Henry’s to see his great grandfather’s battleground and took a two hours trip south of our Danish border.
Friedrichstadt on the river Eider was established by Duke Friedrich the third in 1621. He persuaded Dutch settlers to develop the area in turn of freedom of religion.
Pictures from this past Saturday. The pram was too big and too expensive so we shared a piece of cake instead.
In the old town, Stolpersteine laid by Gunter Demnig since 1992. It’s the world largest memorial as he is creating a copper stone on every last chosen address of Nazi victims in Germany and all the countries occupied by the Nazis. Last months we got Stolpersteine in Copenhagen too.
Dark parts of history are hiding in a beautiful town or nature, and most people ignorantly pass by.