Kaj Munk (1898-1944), a Danish WWII vicar, sacrificed his life insisting on speaking the truth. He was survived by his wife and five young children.
If I had a chance to revisit San Francisco, I would walk along the Marina to the Bridge, rent a bicycle and cross the Bridge, go back and further on to the Presidio and the vast Golden Gate Park.
Many left everything in the hunt for gold though mostly those who sold equipment for the stampeders got rich and Seattle got out their economic depression.
On the women's international Day, I would like to show you paintings by the Danish artist Anna Ancher (1859-1935)
In Plymouth, Massachusetts is an open-air museum where costumed roleplayers will tell about life in the plantation in 1729. The different spelling is to differentiate between the original settlement and Plymouth, the modern-day town and harbour nearby. The English colonists called themselves pilgrims. They arrived from Leiden, Holland on Mayflower in 1720 after years of religious persecution in England. They […]
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 […]
If you want to find the bronze statue with the fairytale figure Peter Pan and his companions, you have to look urgently and determined in the Kensington Gardens. It’s one of the four Royal Parks in London in a long line through the centre of the city. I have noticed to look for it at the Italian Gardens in the […]
A hundred years ago, some of my husband’s relatives immigrated to the United States of America. Some of them came to live in Oregon. This summer of 2019, we met with his third cousin, who lives there as a winemaker. We felt at home wherever we went, and the knowledge of many Scandinavian people had had an impact on both […]
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 […]
Should anybody be interested in why I went to Seattle this summer, please read here. It is hard to grasp how it all looked from the start as the city was regraded over thirty years’ period ending in the 1930s. To get an idea about it, please have a look at the search images on the subject. Because of the […]