I woke up late after trying to reconcile a disconcerting dream to no avail. Another marvelous Danish breakfast and then Lynn, Brian, Jake and I drove to Farmor’s to call dad and drive to Skosoen (forest and sea). It was a place I had been to with my Dad when I was younger, and I remembered it as the most beautiful place I had ever seen. When we went, though, it was a lot different. Trees had been cut down and the beautiful golden lake was covered with lily pads, murky with dirt. It was a remarkable moment for me to experience such a contrast from a childhood memory. As Farmor said, everything has to be done with money these days, and this beautiful little haven had been cut from the budget. Nonetheless, it still holds some magic yet.
Back to the house where Hanna, Niels Anchor, and Carsten visited for coffee. Then Farmor had brought some dinner (she really can’t keep us from keeping her from cooking). Frekedele and potatos au gratin – mm mm. Brian was drunk and funny. Some chit chat and now Farmor is sleeping here in my room just like when I was a little pige (Danish girl).
She told me stories of her youth. She met Bebar on a Sunday (can you believe she remembered the exact day of the week?) when she was out for a walk. Bebar had just had his afternoon coffee at the sea men’s bar in Hirtshals and was standing outside. They struck up a conversation and walked for a bit. He asked her to a dance that night in Hjorring. Three weeks later they were engaged. She was 22 and was with Helle before she turned 23. At the time before she had met Bebar she had been in Copenhagen working as a maid in a big house with her friends, but her father had called her back home to help with his business. She told him she would help him as long as he found another helper by summer. Then she met Bebar. Tonight she told me she never thought about going back to Copenhagen again. That’s love.
Change
August 12, 2009 10:29 pm
A funny day, today.
I woke up late after trying to reconcile a disconcerting dream to no avail. Another marvelous Danish breakfast and then Lynn, Brian, Jake and I drove to Farmor’s to call dad and drive to Skosoen (forest and sea). It was a place I had been to with my Dad when I was younger, and I remembered it as the most beautiful place I had ever seen. When we went, though, it was a lot different. Trees had been cut down and the beautiful golden lake was covered with lily pads, murky with dirt. It was a remarkable moment for me to experience such a contrast from a childhood memory. As Farmor said, everything has to be done with money these days, and this beautiful little haven had been cut from the budget. Nonetheless, it still holds some magic yet.
Back to the house where Hanna, Niels Anchor, and Carsten visited for coffee. Then Farmor had brought some dinner (she really can’t keep us from keeping her from cooking). Frekedele and potatos au gratin – mm mm. Brian was drunk and funny. Some chit chat and now Farmor is sleeping here in my room just like when I was a little pige (Danish girl).
She told me stories of her youth. She met Bebar on a Sunday (can you believe she remembered the exact day of the week?) when she was out for a walk. Bebar had just had his afternoon coffee at the sea men’s bar in Hirtshals and was standing outside. They struck up a conversation and walked for a bit. He asked her to a dance that night in Hjorring. Three weeks later they were engaged. She was 22 and was with Helle before she turned 23. At the time before she had met Bebar she had been in Copenhagen working as a maid in a big house with her friends, but her father had called her back home to help with his business. She told him she would help him as long as he found another helper by summer. Then she met Bebar. Tonight she told me she never thought about going back to Copenhagen again. That’s love.