Remembering Notre Dame After I wrote about Notre Dame from the stories of my parents and grandparents, I found more details about their post-war journeys to Paris. My parents were on a youth group-tour in 1949, and after a long exhausting train ride without room to sleep, they went out sightseeing in Paris. Notre Dame was the first place they […]
We inherit a lot from our parents. My mother inspired me to love England just by watching her
I told you about the life-long friendship between my mother, Ruth and her English friend Josey. The summer of 1962 arrived where Josey and her family would come to stay in our house for ten days, and do sightseeing with us in Copenhagen. My twin brother and I were eleven years old and had not yet started to learn English […]
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 […]
Trying to catch the first memories of my life
Motherhood shapes our future I was asked by Irish writer and editor Danielle Barron to contribute to this EU campaign on this important task. The campaign runs every first week of October to create awareness for healthy pregnancies and safe motherhood. This year we are seeking prominent health bloggers on the topics of pregnancy, motherhood, and maternal health, across Europe, […]
A series of vignettes on a theme of hospitals Today we had “an open house” at our new hospital is being built a few kilometres from our house. The mid-west region of Denmark is gathering all of its wards and functions in one place on a field near a railway. After it was decided to build here a highway has […]
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 […]
My maternal grandfather Emry 1881-1958 wrote his memories and they are a gold mine in regard to diving into a distant time. I was seven years old when he died. The trip to Paris in 1950 was the first travel abroad for my grandmother and my grandfather’s second. He went to Germany in 1922 with his brother and brother-in-law at […]
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.
