I can’t ask her about it. My maternal grandmother died more than forty years ago. At age twenty-five, she was admitted to a Copenhagen Hospital called Oeresund Hospital. I have always known about it, but not the exact location. The diagnosis was severe, bleeding stomach ulcer. I have often wondered what was the cause of this. She worked long hours […]
This visit reminded me of my childhood visits with my mother to the original city museum and of my job as a Health Visitor in Copenhagen
This post is dedicated to my Australian blogging friend Poul Soren. It touched me that he reached out to me regarding my last post on modern (expensive) nostalgic toys without mentioning the spelling error in the post’s title. This post might be like a repetition of the last one, but the photos shown here are my home collection. I have […]
I dream about a future where children again can learn proper skills and subjects like in former times. A new Renaissance.
This photo was taken in March 2019; who would have thought that one year later, our world had changed in a way we who are alive now have never witnessed. The photo shows an everyday situation here in Denmark. Since the 1980s, new mothers have gathered in groups according to the time of their newborn’s birth. They meet privately at […]
I was on my bike today on the road in an industrial area of my town. Normally not an attractive place but today was different. A light blue American Veteran car, a Buick, was parked, which forced me to stop to take photos. The color, shape, and quality stood out and reminded me of my childhood. Not that we in […]
Being in Copenhagen again to visit children and grandchildren, I chose to revisit the hospital where I was taught nursing from 1971-1975. Running four to five times a week, I go to places of personal interest like my first home, my ancestors’ addresses, and areas I liked to go to by bike when I lived in Copenhagen in my youth. […]
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 […]
From one Heart to Another 