Because today is Grandma and Grandpa's last day, and because we had quite an adventure, be forewarned: there are more pictures than usual. Anyhow, early this morning, we caught the train to Haslev, the town where Grandpa's father was born and raised until he left for America at age 14. Since all of Grandpa's relatives are dead, we went to the only place we could think of to connect with them: the cemetery. Unfortunately, if you don't pay for your plot upkeep in Denmark, they take it, and bury someone else there. We didn't find this out until after we had combed the cemetery in the rain for over an hour, but when we did (from the very nice gravediggers), we decided to take a picture by the stone commemorating the 'common grave' of everyone buried in that cemetery. |
2 comments:
wow what a travelogue, you truly have the gift of writing daughter. Sorry we didn't get a chance to skype, I love the sound of your voice. Please be safe with Danny and e-mail or blog when you can. Love & prayers mom
A long trip home but made it safe. We enjoyed all our time together and thank you and love you so much! Stay safe!
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