Thursday 8 March 2018

Two Great Danes - Part Two

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).

Those who know me well will be aware that I cannot resist a challenge, whether it be to write bad doggerel or to create something miniature.   They will also know that I am a dreadful procrastinator so although I cannot remember for sure, I will probably have thought "Oh well, I've got a whole year to come up with something" and then I will have left it to the last minute.....

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
My friendship with Lis goes back a very long way, over fifty years in fact, to the time that my then husband Ray and I were newly married, and working at an international conference centre in the Harz Mountains in Germany.  
How well I remember those winters!
Cue digression: The work of Sonnenberg was begun not long after the war ended, by a schoolteacher from Brunswick, Walter Schulze. He had been a refugee in Denmark towards the end of the war and he believed that one way to bring Europeans together again was through German teachers meeting those from the countries that had suffered as a result of Nazism.  

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?
Before we open the shop however, perhaps I should take a look back at our family history - how did that meeting at Sonnenberg, and a friendship forged over fried eggs sprinkled with curry powder (don't ask!) consumed at midnight, when all our charges were supposedly fast asleep, turn into a life-long, deeply valued, family connection?

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....

In this very blurry photo borrowed from Knud's gift, you can just make out a shy Butterfly bridesmaid peering around her new aunt, under the ceremonial wedding arch.

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!
...though I am not quite certain why Lis is advertising her services as a "High Class painter and decorator - doors and walls a speciality" -

....because most of the doors we saw during our recent visit look suspiciously like the work of Knud!

But jams in season, definitely Lis!  
And there were always delicious home-grown vegetables as well.                                            
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. 

There are of course such items on sale in the shop, advertised as hand-knitted to order....
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. 

I mustn't forget these usefully multi-purposed items, serving as table mats, potholders or even napkins, I was never quite sure....I am fairly certain there is still a full-sized one lurking somewhere since we had so many of them....

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.

One of the games made it into real-life production - a form of Happy Families (Quartet) .....
...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! 

Saturday 3 March 2018

Two Great Danes - Part One

No, not this kind.... 

...but rather these....  

Old friends, and my brother's in-laws.   They are both now in their nineties and Butterfly and I decided that, since they could no longer come to England to see us all, it was time for us to visit Denmark again, a country where we have spent several happy holidays in the past.   So in early February we headed there and had an excellent short break.

Whilst there I was reminded that some twenty odd years earlier, on the occasion of Knud's 70th birthday, I had made him one of my "special presents".   

Many of the specials I have made over the years have been to celebrate new arrivals to the world, but a few have gone to particularly valued friends, such as the life in a box made in 2016 for my then 99 year old friend Rose. 

To put Knud's life in a box was a huge challenge. A true Renaissance man, highly skilled in so many different fields - music, art, sports - that it was hard to know where to begin. 

But as always I started by seeking out a suitable container, half the battle when trying to create this sort of gift.  Knud as a young man was so able an artist, musician and sportsman that he could choose which of the three to make his career choice, and which his hobbies.   He opted for a career in adult music teaching, his main instrument being the violin.  

So it was an old violin case that I sought out and divided into five floors, each storey representing part of the story of Knud.
(There are no photos on this occasion of the making of the gift which happened way back in 1995. All the photos bar the first and last - not including the hounds - were taken by Butterfly on her phone whilst we were on our Danish break.  Foolishly neither of us had thought of travelling prepared to write a blog post following our visit.   It was not until we saw our gifts in situ that we thought of asking permission, freely granted, to blog about them.   I say "our gifts" because neither of them could have come about without Butterfly's active participation - for example all the "reproduction"art works in the first gift are by her.)

The top floor has the music - the instruments that Knud or his children played, the kind of music he enjoyed, and indeed still enjoys. Regrettably, I seem to have overlooked placing a conductor's baton in there, a reminder of the many choirs and orchestras he has led in his life.   

On the side wall is a nod to the British illustrator, cartoonist and pun-maker par excellence, Simon Drew, since Knud himself was no mean published cartoonist, supporting himself through university by selling political sketches and cartoons to the local paper. 

I have this fantasy that the two of them once met, which may indeed be true during one of Knud's many holidays in England, but even if they didn't, I am sure they would have enjoyed each other's company since they share the same dry, deadpan sense of humour.

Cue digression:  A monthly subscription to a regular delivery of Simon's cards kept me sane and laughing for many years and I have since bequeathed the several albums I accumulated to my niece, Knud's granddaughter.   Clearly a sense of humour can be inherited!  Actually, having just looked at his website, I think I shall put a new subscription onto my next Christmas wishlist.   Simon can still lift my spirits on the darkest day.

The next floor down shows the range of sports that Knud was involved in over the years. 
The hiking boots are particularly significant - he walked part of Hadrian's Wall with his grandson not that many years ago.... 

The golf clubs are a reminder of the fact that Knud was the founder member of the local golf course, instrumental in setting it up.   There sadly wasn't space for a vaulting horse to represent his skill as a gymnast, honed during his time as a conscript in the Danish army.

We own the original of the wooden painting of the athletes on the back wall but infuriatingly it is at present in storage and so, unlike for all the other artworks to be found in the violin case,  I have no photo of it.

On the next floor down, comes what is to me possibly the most significant of the rooms depicted - the workshop where Knud's wonderful carvings and art works were created. 

You can spot one in the process of being carved right now ....  

....and here is the full-sized finished creation....

On the corner of the workbench is a book called "Basic Construction Techniques for Houses and Small Buildings" - a nod to the fact that Knud built two extensions to the family home with his own fair hands.

On the wall behind the workbench is a newspaper cutting about the Viking ship, the Jelling Orm, built in 1985 by a team of volunteers inspired and led by Knud.  It still rides the calm waters of Lake Fårup in the summer months, but with a horde of tourists on board, rather than Vikings!

Down another floor and we have a living room, the chair graced by a throw, the full-size version of which was crocheted by his daughter Mette, who many of you will know from her writings in the magazine Dolls House and Miniature Scene

Her current column takes a tongue-in-cheek look at "clubbing" (the miniaturist's kind of course) and her earlier ones covered the subject of tiny antiques with a role to play in dolls houses.  And not forgetting of course her work in the early days of Small Worlds.
The real thing!
Almost as good!
Signs of a relaxing evening abound in this room - a bottle of beer, a glass of Akvavit, the ever-essential cup of coffee which is sitting on .... 

......a specially designed games table (as made by Knud of course) complete with chess board and a Danish version of Monopoly, some cards and naturally some favourite films and music. 

The mini-version
On the walls are two more works of art, one depicting the eyes of many friends, relatives, and others....

The full-size version is fully five feet across - a truly in-depth view.  Was it really Shakespeare who said "The eyes are the window to your soul"?

Butterfly was one of those who sat for this many years ago - her eye takes centre-stage...

And then of course there is the ever-essential cup of coffee, both small.....

....and large!  Almost a four foot drop from pot to cup.  A barista with a steady hand poured this one! 

The little games table is also still around in real life... 

And in case anyone is wondering why there are Danish flags all over the plant in the corner, it is meant to represent a Christmas tree.   Danish flags are commonly to be found amongst the many home-made decorations at Christmas time.   My brother was very touched when he married into this Danish family to find a string of lovingly made Union Jacks also adorning their tree on his first Christmas with them.  

The ground floor shows Knud's desk, a wall hanging of family photos, showing key events, and some examples of cartoons, and games designed by him.... 

Tucked on one corner is  the logo design for the 1988 6th International Coffee Congress in Brighton, which made its way on to all the conference goodies such as folders, badges and even t shirts and umbrellas (the latter now somewhat faded).  

We hunted in vain for the fullsize version of the stool which we think he also made.   

So in lieu of that, in no particular order, here are some other full-size creations - though with so many wonderfully witty things to choose from, it was hard to know which favourites to select!

Woods painted on wood


Giant butterflies for Butterfly - a fivc foot coffee table

Wood carving

Just for Thomas
Probably my favourite carving

The little devil is about three foot high

I wouldn't like those fingers on me...

So real you could dry your hands on it

3 foot from wing tip to wing tip - for Butterfly again?

Definitely fungi beneath these trees

The final photos are of the gift being presented to a truly remarkable man way back in 1995, and a view of it today on the wall above his desk - Knud's insertion of a see-through front was a definite improvement on the original!

After he had opened the present and all the oohs and aahs had ended, my sister-in-law turned to me with a grin and said "My mother is 70 next year......"

That's why this blog post has a Part Two - if you have enjoyed Part One then I  hope you will join me for the sequel to the Viking saga sometime next week..... 

PS Remember that you can click on any of the photos to enlarge them and view them as a slideshow...