This is the first post of a serial of five posts based on Elfriide’s life story as deported from Estonia to Siberia and back to Estonia. Number Two, Three, Four and the post scriptum. We have friends with a dramatic background in their ancestry story. Our friend Kristjan comes from Sweden and his father Herbert escaped the Germans and the Russians by fleeing from Estonia […]
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“Postcard” is a new weekly column featuring guest bloggers from around the world. This week we’ve got a postcard from Maria Holm in Denmark! She’s a nurse and health visitor with passion for babies. This give her the perfect pitch to let us know why Denmark is the 6th best place to be a mother. Let’s…
Looking back at the age of fifteen in three generations 1938, 1966 and 2000
A question about Hans Christian Andersen from a Fellow blogger helped me to read some of his wise stories again.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” ― Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays My childhood My teenage time The present time When I was a child in the fifties, I was put to bed very early at nights. Our parents were very strict on that, and there were no exceptions. The television had not yet […]
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Connected.” The photos I have chosen are connected in the way that the toys are all about a hundred years old and the children on the roof of a house in Copenhagen are collecting money for poor children in 1914. Mesh
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 […]
Today I ran a so-called Cooper Test. I do that once every month. After five minutes of warm-up: The voice tells me on my premium Endomondo app. “Run your fastest in twelve minutes”! I really don’t like it, but I chose to do it anyway just to improve my running speed and endurance. Today I told my self to decide to like it. […]
You never get a routine in dealing with deaths in families, but it's better to get involved that to ignore their suffering
My mother used to say Did you remember to take a look around if you have everything? when I and my children had left. Then she would collect the forgotten items and send the most important ones. I sent a bunch of house keys yesterday.
From one Heart to Another 