MY MEMORIES

Charles Glenn Petersen

1983 - Mississippi Years

Denmark (continued)

Three years later, 1994, Nancy and I went to Danmark hunting for relatives. Following a tradition that my son and I started and has gone on for nine successive trips to Danmark, Nancy and I ate our first evening meal at Axelborg Bodega having Skipperlabskov and frokost (lunch) at Husmann’s Vinstue before we left København (Copenhagen).

One of the places we went to was Mors, looking for the place where my grandfather was born near Redsted. We stayed at a B&B not far away. Actually, it turned out be a small farmstead where Verner and Lotte Nygaard lived. The children had moved on and they rented out the two bedrooms upstairs. We had breakfast in a glass-enclosed room on the east side of the house they called their ‘udestue’. Verner, who spoke English, and Lotte became lifelong friends. Lotte and I communicated in Danish as best as we could. She spoke in a dialect called Morsøbo and I struggled along in my Danlish.