My mother is half Danish and her mother – my grandmother – was born Danish. My mother’s father was an English soldier during the Second World War and was in Viborg, Denmark, when the war was declared finished. He dated a young local woman – my grandmother – and they courted for about a year. Then they were married at Viborg Cathedral.
Shortly afterwards, my grandparents moved to England, where they set up home. My grandmother regularly went Home with her family – husband, son and daughter- to see her parents. My father joined them when he was engaged to my mother; but after they got married they never went to Denmark again. My grandparents continued to visit family right up until the 1990s, when a car accident left my grandmother too disabled to travel. However, my grandmother’s family regularly called her on the phone.
Briefly, for now, my great grandfather was from a humble, working background who lived in Viborg, with his wife and children. I cannot remember correctly but I think my grandmother had two sisters and two brothers. Interesting family members – one of my grandmother’s aunts emigrated to America and ran a saloon in Missouri. One of my grandmother’s brothers was a Bohemian artist and travelled Europe selling paintings to cafes. Another of her brothers was a member of the Danish Resistance in the Second World War.