A New Way of Family Gathering
A memory of my father's life growing up in the Great Depression and WWII.
A mixture of new and old photos of the same locations in Copenhagen.
The 74th Anniversary of The Danish Police being deported to German Kz camps
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 […]
Remembering my Father
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do Not Disturb.” This past Sunday, my father would have been 95 years old. I now think about him with warm feelings, but it’s been a long way to come to that. I have mentioned my relation to him in a post called “My Long Journey to Overcome Fear.” He was born […]
Gone, But Not Forgotten
Inspired by this text at the “photo challenge” I immediately thought about by parents who died some years ago. The first picture symbolises my father’s creative skills. He was very shy due to things he had gone through and expressed himself in creative ways and in my childhood I just knew he could make and fix anything. The other […]
From one Heart to Another 