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 […]
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At the Photo 101 course today’s assignment is “Connect and Social Medias”. For a long time I have wished to show you the old benches in Copenhagen. In Copenhagen we still have benches like the ones that existed a hundred years ago when my grandparents met each other. I always think of them when I see one of these […]
Just after the WWII, many children were born in Copenhagen my aunt Eva got her first three in five years. Lots of children were seen in the streets, and baby carriages were everywhere too. Press photos from Copenhagen My aunt Eva and my uncle lived near a famous church called Grundtvig’s Church. The row of flats was built […]
I have updated this post originally published December 30, 2014 We didn’t have television until the beginning of the sixties. One day my parents and my twin brother and I were watching something. Suddenly Montgomery is seen in his open car coming slowly through a street in Copenhagen with four British soldiers on motorbikes at each side of the […]
I am fascinated by the ways some people have been able to survive hardships without losing their minds
In this post I will include the testimony of Elfriide Kulgver. Elfriide Kulgver was born in Estonia (1909 – 1992). Like so many other people in the Baltic countries she and her family was deported by the Soviets on the 14 of June 1941 without any notice. (Post number one and post number two and post number three are linked here). In […]
I regret that I went to work to get bread and soup and let Jyri be in the ward of others'. He still might have died, but I could have been with him his last days. This is one of the horrible things of life that you voluntarily do things that you later regret without being able to change anything
How do you manage life when your husband has disappeared and your two toddlers have died of malnutrition and infections?
Last Friday I was telling you a story while we were having coffee. My husband and I were going to take a trip in the footsteps of a boy from Funen in Denmark who would later become a very famous Danish-American called “The Builder of the West”. He was born in 1864 and died in 1933 and his name was Hans […]
From one Heart to Another 