"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."
A hundred years ago, the Spanish Flu ran wild all over the world. WWI meant restrictions on free speech, and as Spain was not involved in the war and wrote about it, the disease was named “the Spanish Flu.” Young people and children died in a few days from this horrible infection. Parents lost children, and children lost their parents […]
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
What is the ideal childhood? You are secure in the love of your parents and you get some of your desires of your heart?
Inspired by a fellow blogger Jaye Marie who wrote the following on her post on Relationships : I have always been fascinated by relationships. Any kind of relationship really, for as I grew up, it seemed everyone had one except me. I spent most of my childhood in foster or children’s homes, where most of the other kids were just […]
It’s so privileged for me to be able to support mothers a bit now and then by visiting when needed. I was allowed to take you with me via these pictures from yesterday.
A few days ago I met a cousin who I really had longed to see. As a child, I loved his family especially his mother, my aunt and his three brothers and I still do. They were so lively and funny the three of them older than me and the little one like the baby brother I would […]
Inspired from “The Happy Quitter” with her blog Nonsmokingladybug on a subject called “Pictures can speak loader than words” I would like to share some of the drawings from my childhood about 60 years ago.
Let social media inspire you https://mobile.twitter.com/USATODAY/status/774242852146524160 I was at a parking lot in my home town Herning in Denmark. Time with us was five p.m and I sat in my car just wanting to hear the news. That was when the Western world shook and the terror attacks on the World Trade Center happened. The reporters voice was trembling and my life came on a halt. Personally I went through a very tough time with especially my youngest boy who would turn fifteen in October 2001. He had problems due to having experimenting with cannabis and maybe other things too. I think he never felt at home after we had moved to Denmark six years earlier and he like my other children had been neglected by their father who sometimes showed them attention and at other times treated them cruelly. Years of attrition on my life had also made me fail in many ways especially in not being able to communicate properly with my children in their teens. I felt the heavy burden from the terror attack and that it meant a boundary had been crossed at the same time where I would have to search for my son early and late. The next morning I was awakened at five o’clock by the local police and the kind police officer asked me if I knew that my son was at a room for homeless people in Herning. […]
I found a beautiful short video with a father singing to his two months old daughter. It is clear to see that they are both deeply involved in their being together. The father comes so near that she can see him clearly and then he sings in such a loving tone the words from his heart. The little girl […]