Re-visiting places years after being there with my parents or children brings up strong memories
I told you about our English friends visiting our family in 1962 in Copenhagen. I was 11 years old and at that time school children only started to learn English from the fifth class that would begin after that summer holiday. I missed the family and especially their boys from the moment they left, and I wanted to write a […]
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 […]
Establishing a Foundation to Build on The start of a newborn’s life is crucial for the development of the relationship between the baby and his parents and the infant’s self-perception. The child’s need for sleep is enormous, and it helps the new parents to rest from the intensity of being together with their new-born. A new-born baby needs to sleep […]
My mother went to London in June 1946 soon after WWII was over. She met Josephine from Manchester at Highgate Youth hostel while washing up. Their friendship developed into a lifelong relationship. My mother kept all Josey’s letters and later this year one of her sons and my husband and I will publish a book on this collection of […]
What is the ideal childhood? You are secure in the love of your parents and you get some of your desires of your heart?
Trying to catch the first memories of my life
My aunt’s four boys, my cousins Born in 1921 Aunt Eva would have been 95 years old today the 4th of February had she been alive. My grandmother Asta and her firstborn Eva, May 1921 As a child, I admired my mother’s sister Eva. She was full of humour, and she had four lively boys. Three of them […]
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.
Today I happened to read a children’s poem by the famous Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson. (1850-94). He lived in Edinburgh and you “can meet him” at the Writers’ Museum in Edinburgh where some of his belongings are shown. His Treasure Island was performed at my oldest boy’s school back in 1986 by pupils from six years’ old to twelve […]