Woke up early today for another bike trip to the bakery for rolls, this time with Lynn and Jake. It was the most beautiful day thus far, with much clearer skies and sunshine. We went to the beach after breakfast. After finding a niche in the dunes, Mom and I went for a swim in the refreshingly frigid water. Jake is growing brave with the waves. We all took the small walk back and got ready, then uncle Joja picked us up so we could all drive to his house at once. Methe had prepared a lovely arrangement with tea and cakes and cookies. I told her I felt like a “real lady.” But really, it was so sweet. We chatted and then walked in their beautiful garden. When we came home I fell asleep on the couch sitting up and then went back to the beach with Lynn. We went swimming and the water was colder now that it had warmed up. Brian and Will came eventually and then we headed back for a light dinner. I shared the pictures I have taken so far. Is it obvious I’m very tired from all the sunshine, and thus rushing through this? I wish I could write more, but I’m wiped and happy to be so, for a good night’s rest. Oh, some things to note:
Farmor and Bebar were married in 1949 in November.
The first summer they were engaged, they would take their bathing suits and dinner of brown bread, butter, brown sugar and milk to the beach after work every single day because the weather was so unbelievably nice that year.
Joja can remember it was morning and the day the Germans came to occupy Denmark, and he was only 6.
Note: Upon reading this over, it occurs to me that I should explain the title and the inclination I had to use it at the time. While Farmor told me these stories, she added: “You know, Leigh, you are my only grandchild with blue eyes. That means you are a real Danish girl!” Needless to say I thought the logic was sound.
Blue Eyes
August 13, 2009 4:54 pm
Woke up early today for another bike trip to the bakery for rolls, this time with Lynn and Jake. It was the most beautiful day thus far, with much clearer skies and sunshine. We went to the beach after breakfast. After finding a niche in the dunes, Mom and I went for a swim in the refreshingly frigid water. Jake is growing brave with the waves. We all took the small walk back and got ready, then uncle Joja picked us up so we could all drive to his house at once. Methe had prepared a lovely arrangement with tea and cakes and cookies. I told her I felt like a “real lady.” But really, it was so sweet. We chatted and then walked in their beautiful garden. When we came home I fell asleep on the couch sitting up and then went back to the beach with Lynn. We went swimming and the water was colder now that it had warmed up. Brian and Will came eventually and then we headed back for a light dinner. I shared the pictures I have taken so far. Is it obvious I’m very tired from all the sunshine, and thus rushing through this? I wish I could write more, but I’m wiped and happy to be so, for a good night’s rest. Oh, some things to note:
Farmor and Bebar were married in 1949 in November.
The first summer they were engaged, they would take their bathing suits and dinner of brown bread, butter, brown sugar and milk to the beach after work every single day because the weather was so unbelievably nice that year.
Joja can remember it was morning and the day the Germans came to occupy Denmark, and he was only 6.
Note: Upon reading this over, it occurs to me that I should explain the title and the inclination I had to use it at the time. While Farmor told me these stories, she added: “You know, Leigh, you are my only grandchild with blue eyes. That means you are a real Danish girl!” Needless to say I thought the logic was sound.