In the house, so much seemed alive as quotes written on the walls were meant to encourage the children to remember to behave. My favourite was: Be well-behaved and happy; then you will solve the riddle of life! In Swedish, it rhymes.
I value Winston Churchill highly and recognise him as an important figure for us to admire from the hardships of WWII. He was born for his time, and he knew it from his childhood
"As a young immigrant in the 1870's New York, Jacob Riis had experienced poverty, starvation and unemployment. Reporting from the slums he witnessed the consequences of massive immigration, speculation and dreadful housing conditions. His life's goal was to improve conditions for residents of the tenements. The children were close to his heart."
LOST The Quest for Jan van Boeckel During the first years of blogging, I came upon Mogromo’s Blog. The blog site was illustrated with the most fascinating photos that supported the mysterious disappearance of a dear family member during the last year of the war. The Dutch writer behind that blog was discreet about who he or she was and […]
For years, I knew that I had to write about this memory from the summer of 1961. I was ten years old. My parents thought that I was more fit to manage to be away than my twin-brother. We didn’t talk about going to the summer camp, at least, I don’t recall any preparation. My twin brother and I attended […]
I am very thankful that my grandparents met each other in August 1919. We know because Emry, my maternal grandfather wrote his memoirs, where he described his desperate situation. His first wife had died in the Spanish flu shortly after their newborn son had passed away. Emry had anxiety attacks and thought he had heart failure. He needed to find someone […]
After the war all resources were scarce and families had to manage with a lot less than today. Through her character as I remember her and her letters she shows how she fights alone without complaining
September 19, 1944 Today is the 74 anniversary of the German occupiers to catch the Danish police corps. The German didn’t have confidence that the Danish police would be loyal to them in guarding buildings in danger of being sabotaged. Those who didn’t manage to go into hiding were deported to German concentration camps. My father was among the captured, though […]
A book review on Mysterious Builder of Seattle Landmarks Three years ago when I started blogging I soon found Paula Pederson who blogs about finding traces of her Danish father Hans Pederson who a hundred years ago had built a lot of fine buildings, roads and railways in Seattle. After years of tracing him, her book was finally released February […]
#two in a series on first time Should any of you have been wondering why I haven’t been posting, I have a good excuse. My husband and I spent 15 days in California. This was the first time for me. The distance from Denmark and the vast difference in nature and size overwhelmed me even from before the departure. Mentally […]
From one Heart to Another 