Two Great Danes - Part One ended with the words of my sister-in-law "My mother is 70 next year..." and I could see the challenge behind the grin. (If you have come here without reading Part One ,I urge you to pause a moment and head there first).
Again there will be no photos of the making process as this gift too was created over twenty years ago.
Clearly whatever we were to make this time would have to be radically different from Knud's present, and I was acutely aware that quite of lot of the things in his violin case were family-related items and could not be repeated for his wife Lis. So what might trigger a delighted response on opening?
|Haus Sonnenberg as it was when Lis and I met|
|How well I remember those winters!|
His hope was that if teachers learned to talk to one another without prejudice, seeking to understand one another, and followed that by responsible actions, there could then be a trickle-down effect to their pupils. To that end, in 1949, he organised the first German-Danish meeting in a hostel not far from Bad Harzburg, and it was not long before British teachers, and some from other countries, joined in similar, at the start very uneasy and difficult, meetings.
From the beginning, the four principles of the International Sonnenberg Association were "Talk together, Overcome prejudices, Understand one another, Act Responsibly"
|Internationales Haus Sonnenberg today|
By the time Ray and I worked at the International House Sonnenberg from 1966-68, it it had grown enormously from its humble beginnings and we ran ten day international conferences for both adults and youth throughout the year; it continues, after some hiccups a few years ago, to the present day, though everything is much bigger and more luxurious than in our day!
So back in 1967, it was in her role as a teacher that I first met Lis, when she brought a group of Danish pupils to Sonnenberg to attend a German/English youth conference. (The German/English refers to the languages that the interpreter would be providing). I shall return to Lis-as-a-teacher in due course.
Once again, for me the key to any miniature project of this kind is not just considering what part of someone's life I can miniaturise, but finding the right container.
As luck would have it, I already had this kit just waiting for a project .......
Could we perhaps put what we knew and loved of Lis into a little boutique? One founded perhaps in the year of her birth? It turned out that we could....
The colour scheme of course chose itself - the red and white Danish flag, the Dannebrog, holds the record for being the oldest continuously used national flag in the world, and is immensely important to the Danes. You see it everywhere, even decorating cakes and Christmas trees, and many people have a flagpole in their gardens or at their holiday home.
No surprise then, to be greeted by a string of bunting, Danish-style, in the shop window!
If you have a boutique - or in this case a butik - then of course you need to have things to sell in it and so we focused on what we knew of Lis's activities and their potential commercial value. And what a lot of possibilities we found.
Once again I say "we" because so many of the tiny items in the butik are Butterfly's work. She also wrote - legibly - all the teeny labels, painstakingly translated by a Danish friend, Greta Freund, who never flinched at the strange phrases I was thrusting at her daily.
|But where's the curry powder?|
In a way, I suppose it was through our daughters. In 1971, a very young Butterfly found herself in a Danish hospital for about a week and in those days visits by parents were not encouraged. In any case, distressingly, she was in isolation and we could only communicate by walkie-talkie which she heart-rendingly tried, but couldn't really manage, to use.
Lis had issued us with a standing invitation were we ever to be in Denmark, so finding ourselves bereft and desolate, but realising that we were only about half an hour away by car from her home, we decided to spend a few hours visiting Lis and meeting her family.
Despite the situation, we enjoyed ourselves very much and in our turn we issued a standing invitation to any of them to visit us in England. I was delighted when Mette turned up there about five years later and duly made contact with us.
I introduced her to my (much) younger brother, and the rest, as they say, is history....
That was only the first of three family weddings Lis and I have attended together - it was followed in 2010 and 2011 by those of my nephew and niece and it was at the former that Lis and I looked around the room with great satisfaction and said "Look what we began all those years ago!"
So back to stocking the butik, because as you can see from the photos, we were able to fill it without too much difficulty.
Whenever we visited Denmark, for example, we were impressed by the range of home-made jams and wines we were offered...
|Jam in season, painting undertaken as well!|
....because most of the doors we saw during our recent visit look suspiciously like the work of Knud!
But jams in season, definitely Lis!
We had of course to include in the shop some reference to Danish pastries and delicious Danish breads though these were not home-made, but supplied by an excellent local baker, who even delivered freshly made Danish pastries (rather strangely known as wienerbrød in Denmark, which translates to “Viennese bread) to the house for our Christmas Day breakfast!
Every occasion I have enjoyed celebrating with Danes has meant the presence of the traditional celebration cake - one even arrived in England, along with Lis and Knud, for my 60th birthday party. (I just had to post the video link - a Dane speaking English is one of my favourite accents). And who knows, someone reading this might like to have a go at following the recipe - I don't think Butterfly had quite so much trouble with this mini-version!
From the time I first met her, I have associated Lis with paper crafting. We had craft rooms on the Sonnenberg where different nationalities were supposed to make traditional items to decorate the hall for the International Evening.
In later years I admired, though never acquired skill at, the many home-made items on the Danish Christmas tree. We have had a pair of these, seen being made in miniature on the mat above, on our tree for more years than I care to remember!
With the spread of Ikea around the globe we are now all familiar with the Julenisse-little red pixies who appear at Christmas, but did you know that once upon a time it was believed in Scandinavia that many households had their own "Nisse", a household spirit? Shades of Harry Potter....
My children and I benefited greatly over the years from Lis's knitting skills - there was a time when she seemed to be producing an unending stream of unbelievably light, soft and warm woolly jumpers, knitted in various shades of brown with what we have decided must be "råuld" - raw wool in English.
The miniature knitting was indeed done to order, by Sheila Randall who, along with her husband Norman, has been mentioned many times on Cestina's Dolls Houses.
Sewing too was another marketable skill of Lis's, hence the sewing machine, handily sited for easy access alongside another basket of assorted wools - I see the butik is nearly sold out of this season's jams by the way.
And so I come back to where I started - Lis as a teacher. I cannot do better than quote the words of her daughter: "My mum was remarkable for the work she did teaching, and was basically one of the best teachers I've ever had. She was one of those who never needed to tell us off. You know the sort, few and far between, unfortunately."
Shortly after the war ended Lis and Knud together set up a Danish school on the beautiful German North Sea island of Sylt, in the little village of List. The kindergarten portion of the school still exists today.
However, by the time Mette was in her mother's class, Lis was teaching German at secondary school, up to first public exam level, and her classes were out-performing most others in Denmark. So much so that the education department in Copenhagen sent out an inspector who followed her classes for several months because they thought she had somehow found a way to cheat the exam system. Of course, the inspector found nothing amiss, and became a great friend, very impressed with her teaching methods. Lis was then asked to demonstrate these all over the country.
A key part of her success lay in the games she developed herself and the way she structured the lessons so that the games became an integral, self-correcting, part of the learning process, occupying most of the class towards the end of each lesson so that Lis could devote her time to a very small number of the less able pupils. She said to me in February that if a pupil did not succeed in grasping something she regarded it as entirely her fault, not theirs, and she had to just find another way of presenting it until it worked.
...for which Knud did the pictures.....
So that is nearly the end of the Viking Saga, parts one and two. Writing these two posts has brought back many happy memories for me; inevitably sadly much had to be left out.
We end every meal when there are Danes present with "Tak for mad!" (Thanks for food). Today I want to say thanks for everything, so courtesy of google translate "Tak for alt, Lis og Knud" - I am working on your 100th birthday presents!