Hi All,
It's New Years Eve. All night, beginning at about 5:00 p.m. people all around Kristiansand have been launching fireworks. I'll try to get some pics.
Happy New Year!
Martha et al.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Walter's class Pageant at Oddernes Kirke --Dramatisering under Julegudstjenesten, Dec. 20, 2010
The headmaster leads the way for all of the students at Presteheia Skole to attend the Christmas Pageant. It's still dark at 8:40 a.m.
Walter is in the choir here.
Walter is in the choir here.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Christmas Eve
Late this afternoon, we trekked out to Christmas Eve service at Vor Frue Kirke, a neoclassical church with statues by Bertel Thorvaldsen depicting Jesus and the apostles. During the service, entirely in Danish, the priest gave what one congregant called a courageous indictment of a Danish law that makes it very difficult for low-income immigrants to gain residence rights, even when they marry Danish citizens.
When we returned home (the small house grandma rented southeast of Copenhagen), the boys played on the computer while Bill and I made dinner and grandma relaxed with her ipad. Hearing the tell-tale signs of the Angry Birds app from Grandma's ipad, Walter exclaimed, "Grandma's playing Angry Birds. That's amazing!" As he peered over her shoulder, we heard him say "Good job, [Grandma]." Could it be that Angry Birds is the great bridge over the generational divide?
When we returned home (the small house grandma rented southeast of Copenhagen), the boys played on the computer while Bill and I made dinner and grandma relaxed with her ipad. Hearing the tell-tale signs of the Angry Birds app from Grandma's ipad, Walter exclaimed, "Grandma's playing Angry Birds. That's amazing!" As he peered over her shoulder, we heard him say "Good job, [Grandma]." Could it be that Angry Birds is the great bridge over the generational divide?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Copenhagen
We have had much fun exploring Copenhagen. Lots of intrepid bicyclists braving the Scandinavian winter, and we have yet to see a wipe out.
The first pics were taken at the Danish Design Center (Uncle Dan and Aunt Jenny, we thought of you and took many pics of chairs, a folding bicycle, and a eco-friendly pig farm, which we'll post soon). The prehistoric pics are from the National Museum, which offered an excellent rendition of Zealand stone-age to bronze-age cultures. Prehistoric peoples, who worshiped the sun, sacrificed people and objects in the bogs, which preserved the objects quite well. We also went to the National Art Museum, where we tried to figure out what distinguished Danish modernism from its counterparts in other countries. I don't think we quite figured it out. It would have helped if we could have seen the pre-twentieth century Danish art, but those galleries were closed.
Today we went to the Louisiana, a modern art museum 40 minutes from Copenhagen, where the boys worked on craft projects in the three floors devoted to children's act activities, wandered through the exhibits, and watched a film, Flooded McDonald's, by the Danish artist collective Superflex, a group committed to progressive politics. We all found the film absorbing--funny at points--the "Caution Wet Floor" sign floating in water, Ronald McDonald losing his footing and toppling, the floating french fries like mini logs in a jam--and disturbing too as the film screen slowly became a sea of plastic garbage; the film is apparently a commentary on global warming. Here's a snippet of the larger film, which we found on Youtube.
We also marveled at the Audubon-inspired allegorical paintings of American artist Walton Ford. What particularly fascinated me is that Ford found his inspiration for his paintings from texts, which reveal our seeming compulsion not only to anthropomorphize animals but to mystify them. Here is Ford talking about his work:
Tomorrow we'll go to church at Vor Frue Kirke. Thank you, Sarah, so much for the warm socks, which I am wearing now, and, on behalf of the boys, thank you for the geography game, which we're going to play tomorrow. And thank you, Cheryl, on behalf of Walter, for the harmonica, which provides a delightful musical challenge to Walter. And thank you to John and Colleen for the d.v.d which the boys and Grandma loved. (Martha and Bill were making dinner)
Love to all and Merry Christmas,
The Thomas-Patterson clan
p.s. Mom found her luggage and fell in a snowbank, though this sentence does not imply causality.
The design challenge for this chair was to create a piece of furniture for a prison that could not be used as weapon, could not be used to hide anything, would be easy to clean and would not make a lot of racket when banged against a wall. This chair, which is made out of recycled plastic bottles, had the feel of hard felt.
Taken at the National Museum of Denmark.
The Museum of Danish Resistance, 1940-1945
The exhibits: the rose made of chewed rye bread by a Danish prisoner of war; the tattered and carefully mended concentration camp uniform with the Jewish star; the school book for German children teaching them that Jews were akin to fiendish wolves; the label for Zyklon B pellets. The stain-glass window commemorates members of the Danish resistance given death sentences by the Nazis. Below the stained-glass window, I read the last letters home written by the condemned prisoners.
The National Art Museum
The Louisiana Museum für Moderne Kunst, Humlebæk, Danmark
The first pics were taken at the Danish Design Center (Uncle Dan and Aunt Jenny, we thought of you and took many pics of chairs, a folding bicycle, and a eco-friendly pig farm, which we'll post soon). The prehistoric pics are from the National Museum, which offered an excellent rendition of Zealand stone-age to bronze-age cultures. Prehistoric peoples, who worshiped the sun, sacrificed people and objects in the bogs, which preserved the objects quite well. We also went to the National Art Museum, where we tried to figure out what distinguished Danish modernism from its counterparts in other countries. I don't think we quite figured it out. It would have helped if we could have seen the pre-twentieth century Danish art, but those galleries were closed.
Today we went to the Louisiana, a modern art museum 40 minutes from Copenhagen, where the boys worked on craft projects in the three floors devoted to children's act activities, wandered through the exhibits, and watched a film, Flooded McDonald's, by the Danish artist collective Superflex, a group committed to progressive politics. We all found the film absorbing--funny at points--the "Caution Wet Floor" sign floating in water, Ronald McDonald losing his footing and toppling, the floating french fries like mini logs in a jam--and disturbing too as the film screen slowly became a sea of plastic garbage; the film is apparently a commentary on global warming. Here's a snippet of the larger film, which we found on Youtube.
We also marveled at the Audubon-inspired allegorical paintings of American artist Walton Ford. What particularly fascinated me is that Ford found his inspiration for his paintings from texts, which reveal our seeming compulsion not only to anthropomorphize animals but to mystify them. Here is Ford talking about his work:
Tomorrow we'll go to church at Vor Frue Kirke. Thank you, Sarah, so much for the warm socks, which I am wearing now, and, on behalf of the boys, thank you for the geography game, which we're going to play tomorrow. And thank you, Cheryl, on behalf of Walter, for the harmonica, which provides a delightful musical challenge to Walter. And thank you to John and Colleen for the d.v.d which the boys and Grandma loved. (Martha and Bill were making dinner)
Love to all and Merry Christmas,
The Thomas-Patterson clan
p.s. Mom found her luggage and fell in a snowbank, though this sentence does not imply causality.
The design challenge for this chair was to create a piece of furniture for a prison that could not be used as weapon, could not be used to hide anything, would be easy to clean and would not make a lot of racket when banged against a wall. This chair, which is made out of recycled plastic bottles, had the feel of hard felt.
Taken at the National Museum of Denmark.
The Museum of Danish Resistance, 1940-1945
The exhibits: the rose made of chewed rye bread by a Danish prisoner of war; the tattered and carefully mended concentration camp uniform with the Jewish star; the school book for German children teaching them that Jews were akin to fiendish wolves; the label for Zyklon B pellets. The stain-glass window commemorates members of the Danish resistance given death sentences by the Nazis. Below the stained-glass window, I read the last letters home written by the condemned prisoners.
The National Art Museum
The Louisiana Museum für Moderne Kunst, Humlebæk, Danmark
Monday, December 20, 2010
An Early Christmas
Hi All,
We had a beautiful but hectic day. At 8:30 a.m. I walked down to Oddernes Kirke (which Bill photographed early), where Walter played an excerpt of Grieg at his school's Christmas pageant. Then mom and I had lunch at the Julelunsj sponsored by the University of Agder. We drank a non-alcoholic version of glögg, had a lunch of salmon, roast beef, potato salad and raspberry cake, followed by singing, speeches, and gifts. I enjoyed one song, in particular, Julekveld I Skogen, which Wiki describes below:
"The plot of the song takes place in a dilapidated living in the woods, where there lives a poor and old couples, without any other Christmas food a "musty pork rind." Poverty these suffers are described with words like "Christmas Tears," "Christmas hulk" and "Christmas sigh." Christmas is saved by the eldest son of the couple, the family's black sheep, come home from America with a suitcase full of Christmas gifts. Thus ends the song, after all happy with that, "It was in July anyway!"."
What I loved was the prodigal American son wears sunglasses, sports a cigar, and brings bounteous gifts, including new false teeth for his parents. The song was written in 1963 before Norway reaped the boon of oil wealth.
From there we went downtown for Walter's recital at a local nursing home--Mark, meanwhile, attended a birthday party at a bowling alley.
Then we opened a few gifts, including the Norwegian sweaters from Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Jenny (thank you so much for the monetary gift that went towards Bill's sweater.)
We are now all officially Norwegian. Tomorrow it's off to Denmark at 5:30 a.m.!!, albeit sans some of Mom's luggage, which still hasn't arrived via SAS.
Love,
Martha, Bill, Mark and Walter
We had a beautiful but hectic day. At 8:30 a.m. I walked down to Oddernes Kirke (which Bill photographed early), where Walter played an excerpt of Grieg at his school's Christmas pageant. Then mom and I had lunch at the Julelunsj sponsored by the University of Agder. We drank a non-alcoholic version of glögg, had a lunch of salmon, roast beef, potato salad and raspberry cake, followed by singing, speeches, and gifts. I enjoyed one song, in particular, Julekveld I Skogen, which Wiki describes below:
"The plot of the song takes place in a dilapidated living in the woods, where there lives a poor and old couples, without any other Christmas food a "musty pork rind." Poverty these suffers are described with words like "Christmas Tears," "Christmas hulk" and "Christmas sigh." Christmas is saved by the eldest son of the couple, the family's black sheep, come home from America with a suitcase full of Christmas gifts. Thus ends the song, after all happy with that, "It was in July anyway!"."
What I loved was the prodigal American son wears sunglasses, sports a cigar, and brings bounteous gifts, including new false teeth for his parents. The song was written in 1963 before Norway reaped the boon of oil wealth.
From there we went downtown for Walter's recital at a local nursing home--Mark, meanwhile, attended a birthday party at a bowling alley.
Then we opened a few gifts, including the Norwegian sweaters from Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Jenny (thank you so much for the monetary gift that went towards Bill's sweater.)
We are now all officially Norwegian. Tomorrow it's off to Denmark at 5:30 a.m.!!, albeit sans some of Mom's luggage, which still hasn't arrived via SAS.
Love,
Martha, Bill, Mark and Walter
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Norwegian Words for Snow
Hei All,
My seminar leader for the spring, Gunhild, kindly put this list together of Norwegian words for snow--I love all of the distinctions. About 30 cm fell yesterday and last night.
Grandma comes today!!
Cheers,
Martha, Bill, Mark and Walter
My seminar leader for the spring, Gunhild, kindly put this list together of Norwegian words for snow--I love all of the distinctions. About 30 cm fell yesterday and last night.
Grandma comes today!!
Cheers,
Martha, Bill, Mark and Walter
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Kristiansand Dyrepark
Hi All,
Today Mark and I went to the Kristiansand Zoo, which is the largest in Norway. What surprised us is how close we could stand to some of the animals. In the exhibit below featuring jungle monkey and bird species there were no guard rails or fence.
The golden lion tamarin.
A young chimp sits on a dozing parent.
Mark and I particularly enjoyed the Nordic animal exhibit, especially because we could watch feeding time. Here a European lynx waits for lunch.
A lynx leaps for his horse-meat lunch.
An artic fox finishing his meat.
The grey wolves were skittish and wouldn't come to eat all of the meat even after the zoo keeper left.
A European otter waiting for his fiske.
Mark feeding the otters. One of the otters was so excited about the prospect of his fish lunch that he clapped, and he was quickly rewarded by the zoo keeper with a plump herring.
Today Mark and I went to the Kristiansand Zoo, which is the largest in Norway. What surprised us is how close we could stand to some of the animals. In the exhibit below featuring jungle monkey and bird species there were no guard rails or fence.
The golden lion tamarin.
A young chimp sits on a dozing parent.
Mark and I particularly enjoyed the Nordic animal exhibit, especially because we could watch feeding time. Here a European lynx waits for lunch.
A lynx leaps for his horse-meat lunch.
An artic fox finishing his meat.
The grey wolves were skittish and wouldn't come to eat all of the meat even after the zoo keeper left.
A European otter waiting for his fiske.
Mark feeding the otters. One of the otters was so excited about the prospect of his fish lunch that he clapped, and he was quickly rewarded by the zoo keeper with a plump herring.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Nobel Peace Prize
Apparently this is one of the most contentious Nobel Peace Prize awards in recent memory.
New York Times article
December 8, 2010
China’s Answer to Nobel Mystifies Its Winner
By EDWARD WONG
BEIJING — The newly created award, named after the venerated Chinese sage whose teachings have been recited for thousands of years, was meant to rival the Nobel Peace Prize, and to lend an air of respectability and gravitas to China’s rise on the world stage.
But those lofty goals appeared lost on the Taiwanese politician honored as its first winner. In fact, on Wednesday, the politician, Lien Chan, had yet to hear officially that he had won. Or that he was to appear at the ceremony in Beijing on Thursday to claim $15,000 in award money. Or that there was even such a thing as a Confucius Peace Prize.
“Are you asking about the peace prize thing?” Mr. Lien’s office director said in exasperation when reached by phone. “Regarding this event, our answer is ‘no comment,’ because we know nothing about it. Nobody has ever contacted us on this issue, and we only have secondhand information from journalists.”
So went the attempt by a group of patriotic Chinese to steal the thunder of the Norwegian Nobel Committee, which in Oslo on Friday will bestow this year’s Nobel Peace Prize and its promise of $1.5 million on a Chinese dissident, Liu Xiaobo, who is serving an 11-year sentence for writings demanding political reform, human rights guarantees and an independent judicial system.
In contrast, the designated winner of the Confucius prize has an agenda closer to China’s heart: pushing for closer ties between Taiwan and the Chinese Communist Party.
The origins of the group behind the Confucius prize are still a mystery, but it was first conceived only a few weeks ago here in Beijing, as the Nobel ceremony began to loom.
Tan Changliu, the leader of the Confucius prize committee, said in an interview on Wednesday that the new award had considered a variety of candidates who had made major contributions to world peace, before settling on Mr. Lien. A former Kuomintang Party chief, Mr. Lien visited China in 2005 in the highest-level exchange between Taiwanese and mainland politicians since the Kuomintang fled to Taiwan in 1949 after losing the Chinese civil war.
“Bill Gates is one of our candidates for his effort in bridge the gap between the rich and the poor,” Mr. Tan said. “Jimmy Carter is also a candidate. He continues contributing to world peace, even at such a senior age. Chinese people love Americans, and we hope Americans love us back. Sino-U.S. peace means world peace.”
Mr. Carter, the former American president, received the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002. Mr. Tan said other candidates for the Confucius prize included Nelson Mandela, the former South African president who also received the Nobel; Mahmoud Abbas, the Palestinian Authority president; and the Panchen Lama supported by the Chinese government. (A separate Panchen Lama endorsed by the Dalai Lama was abducted as a child by Chinese officials.)
Word of the Confucius prize first emerged late on Tuesday night in a report by The Associated Press. Mr. Tan told The A.P. that his group was not a government organization, though it worked closely with the Ministry of Culture.
Mr. Tan and his colleagues are apparently patriotic Chinese who agree with the government line that the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to Mr. Liu is an attempt by Western nations to belittle an ascendant and authoritarian China. Mr. Liu was arrested and tried last year because of his role as one of the main authors of Charter 08, a manifesto on the Internet that calls for gradual democratic reforms. His wife, Liu Xia, is under house arrest and cannot travel to Oslo to collect the award on behalf of Mr. Liu. In recent weeks, security officials have also prevented other Chinese intellectuals from leaving the country.
The idea for the Confucius prize was apparently first voiced by Liu Zhiqin, the Beijing representative of a Swiss bank, in a commentary published Nov. 17 by Global Times, a patriotic populist newspaper. He criticized the Nobel award and advocated the establishment of a Confucius Peace Prize “to show the world our comprehension of peace and perception on human rights.”
In a telephone interview on Wednesday, he said that he had not been contacted by Mr. Tan’s group and that he had not received an invitation to the ceremony on Thursday. But he said he supported the new prize and asserted that its winner would truly represent the goal of world peace, in contrast to that of the Nobel Peace Prize.
“The Nobel Peace Prize should set an example for the world’s people to follow it, to learn from this winner,” he said. “Can you tell me what we can learn from Liu Xiaobo about world peace? We can learn nothing.”
Zhang Jing contributed research.
New York Times article
December 8, 2010
China’s Answer to Nobel Mystifies Its Winner
By EDWARD WONG
BEIJING — The newly created award, named after the venerated Chinese sage whose teachings have been recited for thousands of years, was meant to rival the Nobel Peace Prize, and to lend an air of respectability and gravitas to China’s rise on the world stage.
But those lofty goals appeared lost on the Taiwanese politician honored as its first winner. In fact, on Wednesday, the politician, Lien Chan, had yet to hear officially that he had won. Or that he was to appear at the ceremony in Beijing on Thursday to claim $15,000 in award money. Or that there was even such a thing as a Confucius Peace Prize.
“Are you asking about the peace prize thing?” Mr. Lien’s office director said in exasperation when reached by phone. “Regarding this event, our answer is ‘no comment,’ because we know nothing about it. Nobody has ever contacted us on this issue, and we only have secondhand information from journalists.”
So went the attempt by a group of patriotic Chinese to steal the thunder of the Norwegian Nobel Committee, which in Oslo on Friday will bestow this year’s Nobel Peace Prize and its promise of $1.5 million on a Chinese dissident, Liu Xiaobo, who is serving an 11-year sentence for writings demanding political reform, human rights guarantees and an independent judicial system.
In contrast, the designated winner of the Confucius prize has an agenda closer to China’s heart: pushing for closer ties between Taiwan and the Chinese Communist Party.
The origins of the group behind the Confucius prize are still a mystery, but it was first conceived only a few weeks ago here in Beijing, as the Nobel ceremony began to loom.
Tan Changliu, the leader of the Confucius prize committee, said in an interview on Wednesday that the new award had considered a variety of candidates who had made major contributions to world peace, before settling on Mr. Lien. A former Kuomintang Party chief, Mr. Lien visited China in 2005 in the highest-level exchange between Taiwanese and mainland politicians since the Kuomintang fled to Taiwan in 1949 after losing the Chinese civil war.
“Bill Gates is one of our candidates for his effort in bridge the gap between the rich and the poor,” Mr. Tan said. “Jimmy Carter is also a candidate. He continues contributing to world peace, even at such a senior age. Chinese people love Americans, and we hope Americans love us back. Sino-U.S. peace means world peace.”
Mr. Carter, the former American president, received the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002. Mr. Tan said other candidates for the Confucius prize included Nelson Mandela, the former South African president who also received the Nobel; Mahmoud Abbas, the Palestinian Authority president; and the Panchen Lama supported by the Chinese government. (A separate Panchen Lama endorsed by the Dalai Lama was abducted as a child by Chinese officials.)
Word of the Confucius prize first emerged late on Tuesday night in a report by The Associated Press. Mr. Tan told The A.P. that his group was not a government organization, though it worked closely with the Ministry of Culture.
Mr. Tan and his colleagues are apparently patriotic Chinese who agree with the government line that the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to Mr. Liu is an attempt by Western nations to belittle an ascendant and authoritarian China. Mr. Liu was arrested and tried last year because of his role as one of the main authors of Charter 08, a manifesto on the Internet that calls for gradual democratic reforms. His wife, Liu Xia, is under house arrest and cannot travel to Oslo to collect the award on behalf of Mr. Liu. In recent weeks, security officials have also prevented other Chinese intellectuals from leaving the country.
The idea for the Confucius prize was apparently first voiced by Liu Zhiqin, the Beijing representative of a Swiss bank, in a commentary published Nov. 17 by Global Times, a patriotic populist newspaper. He criticized the Nobel award and advocated the establishment of a Confucius Peace Prize “to show the world our comprehension of peace and perception on human rights.”
In a telephone interview on Wednesday, he said that he had not been contacted by Mr. Tan’s group and that he had not received an invitation to the ceremony on Thursday. But he said he supported the new prize and asserted that its winner would truly represent the goal of world peace, in contrast to that of the Nobel Peace Prize.
“The Nobel Peace Prize should set an example for the world’s people to follow it, to learn from this winner,” he said. “Can you tell me what we can learn from Liu Xiaobo about world peace? We can learn nothing.”
Zhang Jing contributed research.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Christmas pageant
Bill took this photo a couple of days ago. Walter will be playing the second movement of Grieg's "March of the Trolls" as part of the school's Christmas pageant at this church.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Liberia, Fascism, etc. or what I've been working on . . .
Hi All,
This weekend I finished reading George Schuyler's Slaves Today, a disturbing account of the Americo-Liberian essentially slave-like treatment of native Liberians in the first decades of the twentieth century. Prior to that I read, Schuyler's serialized protest novel against the Italian invasion of Ethiopia in 1935. Today I read newspaper articles on the African American response to Italian fascism and Nazi Germany. I'm still trying to sort out an argument for what will be my last chapter--gotta start writing!
Good night...
Martha
This weekend I finished reading George Schuyler's Slaves Today, a disturbing account of the Americo-Liberian essentially slave-like treatment of native Liberians in the first decades of the twentieth century. Prior to that I read, Schuyler's serialized protest novel against the Italian invasion of Ethiopia in 1935. Today I read newspaper articles on the African American response to Italian fascism and Nazi Germany. I'm still trying to sort out an argument for what will be my last chapter--gotta start writing!
Good night...
Martha
porridge party
Porridge, which tastes like rice pudding, is a popular holiday treat in Norway. Our apartment complex hosted a porridge party, where I told a neighbor that we had an upcoming trip to Lillehammer, and I feared the steep Norwegian downhill skiing slopes. "Don't worry," she said. "You can always try the Danish slopes." (This was, of course, a friendly dig at their southern mountain-challenged neighbor).
Sunday, December 5, 2010
skiing
Hi All,
We went skiing today--what fun. The day was lovely. Flurries last night created a landscape of snow-tiered evergreens and a white mist over the ice. The boys had trouble staying upright at first but they perserved and managed a few meters of grace.
We went skiing today--what fun. The day was lovely. Flurries last night created a landscape of snow-tiered evergreens and a white mist over the ice. The boys had trouble staying upright at first but they perserved and managed a few meters of grace.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Bill and Mark's trip to Hirtshals, Denmark
It's almost 3:00 a.m. and Bill and Mark just got back from Denmark on the ferry. It was eventful trip, concluding with a rather harrowing journey home when strong winds rolled the ship; alcohol bottles rattled in the duty free shop, and Mark vomited all over his green sweater (fortunately, he was wearing multiple layers, so just pealing off a few and he was a nauseous, exhausted brand new.)
Earlier in the day, they enjoyed their visit to the Nordsøen, or North Sea Museum which promoted sustainable fishing.
Bill also brought back a lot of Havarti cheese but didn't get a chance to see the Bunker Museum, which includes the remains of a bunker the Germans built in WWII to fend off an Allied invasion. The Nazis occupied Denmark from April 1940 until the end of the war. Most of the small Jewish population in Denmark survived the war because they were able to escape to Sweden with the help of the Danish resistance.
Walter and I had a much less eventful day of Christmas shopping, piano practicing and movie watching. Part Karate Kid, Star Wars, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Kung Foo Panda was mildly entertaining for mom, more so for Walter.
Dawn, as Bill and Mark leave Kristiansand.
Hirtshals Harbor
Sunfish
Mark plays a North Sea fishing video game.
My dear husband the historian documents the journey back. He took this photo just before the seas got rough.
Earlier in the day, they enjoyed their visit to the Nordsøen, or North Sea Museum which promoted sustainable fishing.
Bill also brought back a lot of Havarti cheese but didn't get a chance to see the Bunker Museum, which includes the remains of a bunker the Germans built in WWII to fend off an Allied invasion. The Nazis occupied Denmark from April 1940 until the end of the war. Most of the small Jewish population in Denmark survived the war because they were able to escape to Sweden with the help of the Danish resistance.
Walter and I had a much less eventful day of Christmas shopping, piano practicing and movie watching. Part Karate Kid, Star Wars, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Kung Foo Panda was mildly entertaining for mom, more so for Walter.
Dawn, as Bill and Mark leave Kristiansand.
Hirtshals Harbor
Sunfish
Mark plays a North Sea fishing video game.
My dear husband the historian documents the journey back. He took this photo just before the seas got rough.
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