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A question about Hans Christian Andersen from a Fellow blogger helped me to read some of his wise stories again.
A question about Hans Christian Andersen from a Fellow blogger helped me to read some of his wise stories again.
The authorithies in Denmark offer a lot to ensure a secure upbringing of the children physically, emotionally and socially.
Today’s assignment on the writing 101 course is to look at our stats to see what posts our readers prefer. I often look at the stats because I find it so interesting to see which countries my readers come from. Most come from the United States, and the rest are Danish and then from many other countries. That’s a privilege to […]
“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 […]
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 […]
I planned to write this post at our newly renovated library where a nice café is at the front. I went to look for a book and had a look into the café. I had never been there and the place was full of elderly women having chats and a coffee! I would feel more relaxed at home with coffee ad […]
Today’s assignment is to make a story from one picture given my our Word Press writing course staff. In Denmark most of our Jewish population of 7000 was saved from the Nazi persecution. All took place in a few days in October 1943, coincident with the Jewish holy festival Rosh Hashanah. You can read more about it here from this link. Eighty […]
Inspired by my fellow blogger Judy Dykstra-Brown in Lifelessons, who put a question on a flower, if it was a Foxglove? Yesterday I went on a Sunday walk in a heather landscape close to us. The first picture I took was of a Foxglove that so much reminded me of the Beatrix Potter landscape in the Lake District in England.
On the 13th of July I always think about the many lovely birthdays that my mother had. She always arranged and cooked everything herself....
My mother met her English friend in 1946. This friendship has had a huge impact on me to such an extend that their interests has become mine and my lifelong love for England has come from that friendship.