Friday, July 28, 2017

LIKE A LITTLE CHILD

Music and Lyrics by Vibeke Lindhardt
2013



Sometimes I act just like a little child
Who just wants to play and have some fun.
The freedoms and joys of being a little child,
who just want to skip and always run.
I want all the joys of being a little child,
that roam in the fields and play some ball.
I like to feel free just like a little child.
Without any worries at all.
The dreams of again just being a little child
The memories all I soon recall.
The innocent plays of such a little child.
The sweetness and joys.  I miss them all.

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Sometimes I wished I was a little child.
Children have faith much more than me.
The little child knows if I am fake or true.
The little child knows how I should be.
The little child came just shortly from above
Assuring me I’m always loved.
The little child is so clean, untainted pure.
He teaches of faith and makes me sure.
If I am just pretending I’m feeling blue.
He knows it’s not true. My act he sees.
The little child knows  if I am really true.
His gives me the joy of feeling free.


Sometimes I wished I was a little child.
One of the ones that Jesus love.
I want to feel blessed just like a little child.
Who just came from Father above.
The innocent mind of such a little child.
Who always speaks truth that they know. (2)
To feeling unbound just like a little child.
Who’s looking so sweet and aglow.
I want to go back and be a little child.
I want to have faith just like they do.
I want to be pure just like a little child.
And starting my life all anew.


Monday, July 24, 2017

 Leaving Safe Harbors – Part THREE

A Rocky Road to Hawaii

1982 - A Holiday That Changes Everything

Before Keld and I immigrated to Canada we had a holiday together every year. Either in Denmark or we traveled from Copenhagen on the “autobahn” through Germany to Switzerland and Italy.

All changed after we moved to Canada and had to provide our own living through our businesses. Either I traveled alone – with Harly – or Keld traveled alone, because one of us “had to hold the fort”.

But in February 1982 we decided to simply close our music business for three weeks and celebrate our 25th Anniversary on Hawaii – together with our friends from California Fred and Peggy Mortensen.


Me, Keld, Fred and Peggy in Laie, Oahu. 1982


We stayed in a condo in Laie, Oahu that was right on the beach.  We could walk to the LDS temple and to “The Polynesian Cultural Center”.

Everything was awesome, until Keld got the idea – one day when we all four were sitting outside enjoying the beach - to ask the owner “if we could get a job there managing the Condos.

Both me, Fred and Peggy thought he was joking and made fun out of it. Nevertheless, Keld was serious and the owner said “Yes” we could do it for one year and then see what happens.


Reality Set In

Fred and Peggy went with us to the US Immigration in Honolulu to see if we could get a “temporarily” work visa.  The answer was no. So, I thought: “Ok. That is the end of that story”, but Keld kept pushing and said “We will apply when we come here”.

We went home to plan our exit from our “safe place in Vernon, British Columbia” where we had lived for 8 years in the same home that we owned.

Harly had gone to school there and we had adopted a girl Lucy August who was now 18.  She was not living at home at that time.

Besides our piano and organ business, that we now ran from home, I had started a small business downtown Vernon- “Sonja’s Boutique”, where I sold a few imports and clothing and jewelry on consignments. My little business had started to go well and I was not very happy at all that I had to close it.

Keld wanted me to go first, so I wound up my business and moved to Laie 1 May, 1982 to manage the condo’s by myself for two months until Harly and Keld could come 1 July – after Harly finished school.

It was scary to be left alone, because I was not used to cockroaches the size of little mice running across the floor, centipedes as huge as rats, scorpions sitting on the bathroom walls and sweeping up termites in the corners of the living room every day.

We managed 8 condos right on the beach in Laie, Oahu


Trying to go back.

I tried to convince Keld that it was a mistake and that I was very doubtful that we would obtain a “temporary work visa”, but I was speaking to deaf ears.

Keld and Harly arrived and after holiday Harly started in Kahuku school. Both Keld and Harly “loved” the place. Harly started to coach soccer for small kids and both Harly and Keld learned to scuba dive.  Keld was in his elements and loved going fishing for eels and whatever he could find in the Ocean.

I liked it too, but kept feeling “that we were not doing the right thing”.


Settling in Laie

One thing I loved in Hawaii was the culture of music and dance and I am deeply grateful for the experience in “that area”. I often went to the Polynesian Cultural Center and attended as many cultural events and other educational events I could at the Hawaii BUY University.

In our woman’s church “Relief Society” there was an old Hawaiian lady that offered to teach “painting” on her Lanai and about 10 of us women signed up.

That was the beginning of me painting for now 35 years.   It opened new doors for me. Until then I had done a lot of sewing, knitting, crochet and crafts in my life and always thought that painting was something “I could not do”, even though I had always wanted to paint like my sister Inge Lise.  Well that all changed in Hawaii.

Laie Beach


Hurricane IWA

While we were in Laie, we experienced "Hurricane IWA". 





It was one scary experience.


Wanting to go back to Canada

My feeling of uneasiness grew as I discovered that “we were not going to get a work visa” so in March of 1983 when I went Calgary, Alberta to help our daughter Linda who was having a baby, I felt strongly that I could not go back to Hawaii the last three months without losing my integrity.

In July 1983 we settled back in Vernon in our house that had been rented out for one year.  I was happy and content, until Keld three months later decided “that he wanted to go back and work for the Baldwin Piano Company in Honolulu.

He went for three months. Then again in 1984 he again went twice for three month and then on 12 May 1985 Keld came and announced to me that he wanted a divorce and wanted to live in Hawaii.
He applied for divorce one month later and we were divorced 1. November 1986.  One week later November 7th,  he married Mardi Mooney.

They still live in Laie.

24 July 2017
Vibeke Lindhardt

PS: I have come to firmly believe that "couples and families who play together" stay together.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

LEAVING SAFE HARBORS
Part Two

Immigrating from Denmark  to Canada

In the end of November 1966 my ex-husband Keld Harly Neumann Johansen (later just Neumann), and I literally left our “safe harbor” - Copenhagen – Denmark -  to immigrate to Alberta, Canada.

We had two main reasons for going to Canada.

·         To adopt children
We found out that I could no longer have children so we wanted to adopt children.

 A friend of ours – through the LDS church had told us that there was a great need for adoption of Native Indian children in Alberta, Canada, so we decided to immigrate.

At that time – in Denmark – if you already had one child, you could not adopt.

·        To start our own music business
While Keld had worked as a “Postman” in Copenhagen for quite a while.

He got interested in piano tuning and spent two years training with the Hornung and Møller piano Company in Copenhagen. He worked for  the company part time, but wanted to work full time as a tuner and we hoped to own our a music store.


10 DAYS ON THE ATLANTIC OCEAN ON THE SHIP BATORY




Here we are on batory

We left Copenhagen on the Polish ship Batory November 25th for a 10 day trip on the ocean.
It was a beautiful boat to sail on, but I was seasick all 10 days and could not enjoy the wonderful food they had there,  nor the swimming pool.  We did get an evening of entertainment in though, with dancing etc.  It was awesome.

The M.S. Batory was a large (14,287 BRT) and luxurious ocean liner of the Polish merchant fleet, named after Stefan Batory, the famous sixteenth-Century king of Poland.

M.S. Batory survived the war years (1939-45) being known as a "Lucky Ship" due to her wartime successes - she took part in many military actions such as the evacuation of the French-Polish-British corps from Narvik (1940), evacuation of allied troops from St. Nazaire and St. Jean de Luz (1940), invasion of Algier and Sicily (1942), military voyages to India (1943), six months services as a troop carrier from Egypt to Italy (1943) and the invasion of southern France.[1]

During many years of service, M.S. Batory carried out 222 round trips across the oceans, first on the New York run, later the India Line and finally the Canadian Line, carrying over 270,000 passengers altogether. She also performed around 75 cruises, tourist trips, transportation of children to Poland for summer holidays with over 30,000 passengers taking part. During her war time service of over six years, she carried about 120,000 soldiers. She visited about 150 ports in all parts of the globe.[2]
Following her services for the country, she subsequently became the pride and icon of the Polish Ocean Lines and the entire Polish navy, although serving as a passenger carrier rather than a warship.


TRAVELLING WITH TRAIN ACROSS CANADA
After we arrived in Quebec, we had to catch a train to Edmonton, Alberta.

It was a three-day trip and was very enjoyable, except for the waiters on the train kept telling us “that we ate too much butter on our bread”.


ARRIVING IN EDMONTON ALBERTA



Dick (Richard Jensen  – a Canadian born in Taber, Alberta who had served two years on a mission in Copenhagen, Denmark -  helped us – together with his wife Arvella - to immigrate to Canada.

Dick and Arvella lived in Coleman, Alberta, where Dick worked as City Manager.  

They came to Edmonton to pick us up and was totally shocked when they found out that we “very rudely" had forgotten to tell them that we were bringing a 6 month old St.Bernard dog.

When I thought about that later, I wondered where our brains were.




OUR EXCITEMENT CHANGED WHEN ARRIVING IN COLEMAN, ALBERTA


It was not before we “arrived” and started our “new life in Alberta and British Columbia” that we realized that “we had left a very safe harbor” and a “very safe life” where we were doing good both financially, emotionally and mentally.

When we lived in Husum, Copenhagen we were both working at that time.  I worked part-time and took care of Linda and the home the rest of time. Financially we felt very blessed and had no worries about money.

I personally went in to shock, after being in Coleman for about a week.  It was a ghost town.

I walked around in the black streets crying and was ready to go back to Denmark.and the first year was very difficult for me.

If Keld had said “let us go home” I would have packed my bags immediately, but Keld wanted to stay.


SETTLING IN LETHBRIDGE, ALBERTA



Nevertheless, we were blessed right away what work was concerned. After we had been in Coleman for three weeks, Keld and I took the bus from Coalman to Lethbridge and Keld found a job the same day with the Heintzman piano company as piano tuner.

We had brought $1000 Canadian with us from Denmark.  We spent half of that -  $500 -  to purchase a blue van so Keld could drive around and tune pianos.

We moved to Lethbridge and our daughter Linda – age 10 at that time started school in Lethbridge.

We applied immediately for adopting an “Indian Boy” and 6 months later we got this beautiful little boy who was half native and half Hungarian.  We named him Harly.

MOVING TO BRITISH COLUMIA

The Heintzmann Company kept sending Keld to Trail, British Columbia to tune pianos.

Since that became our only income we decided to move to Trail, BC right after we got our baby boy Harly in June 1967.

We ended up living in Kinnaird (now amalgamated with Castlegar) in a little house that Dorothy and Herman Skaaning rented to us. We were very lucky and grateful that we could rent that mini house for $50 a month where there were apple trees and cherry trees and blueberries and we could grow our own vegetables.


Our little house in Kinnaird.

But, we were still “dirt poor” and always struggling having enough food to eat. We could not even purchase regular milk for Harly’s bottle, but had to use powder milk.

In the summer, we went and gathered Elderberries and for a long time we literally lived on Elderberry soup with dumplings. 

The only decoration we had for our Christmas tree were cards we received from family and friends in Denmark, that I cut out and poked a hole in to hang on the tree.

We did not have a living room.  Only a kitchen and a bedroom where we also had Harly’s bed. 

Linda had to sleep in the basement.  She had to walk outside the house to get down to her bedroom.  It scared her. Our house was so tiny that we had to make a room in the basement for Linda, but she had to walk “outside” to get down there and it scared her.

I took the local phone book and phoned EVERY PERSON living in Kinnaird and Castlegar asking them if they had a piano that needed tuning so we could survive.

In 1968 we had luck with us when an Italian merchant in Trail, offered us to purchase his music business: “Columbia Music” with “no down payment”.

Vibeke Lindhardt
19 July 2017


Sunday, July 16, 2017


LEAVING SAFE HARBORS

Part One

The first time when I both physically and “mentally” left a harbor was when my parents divorced.

I was about 9-10 old. I always used to tell people I was about 11, because I could not remember exactly when it was, but through my genealogical research I found out that my Dad - Lars Vilhelm Henry Madsen remarried to Sigrid Olsen 11 April 1947 in the Copenhagen town hall.

For me it was a shock. My mother, my sister Birgit and I had to leave a place where we had lived since I was about 2-3 years old. Munkebjergvej 53 on Amager.



It was my “safe harbor”.  It was where my friends were and all the memories of my parents and my two sisters Inge Lise and Birgit.  It was where I felt safe and happy.

Whenever people ask me where did you live as a child, I said “On Amager”, in Copenhagen.

It was where the Germans walked the streets while Birgit and I had to go out and pick up coal on the road for our stove to heat up our house, but for us that was life.

It was the place where the teenagers gathered at night by the little pond and played accordions and sang songs and us kids tried to catch the frogs and instead ended up with leaches all over our legs.

It was the place where I remember lying in the field and listen to the birds singing and making braids for our hair out of the Dany Lions.

My Dad planted all the trees and bushes there and I helped him put in potatoes and vegetables.

It was where he slaughtered our pig so we could eat.  I did not like when he killed my rabbits.  They were my pets.  Nor did I like when he chopped off the heads of the chickens and I had to plug the weathers off.

Taarnby Vandtaarn


But no matter good or bad, for me when I think of my “happiest childhood” it was on Amager. It was a “safe harbor” for a happy child with two parents she loved.

It was where I got in trouble for picking off all the heads of tulips, so I could make a stand and sell them.

It was where I had my black and white cat.

It was where my Dad had given me “horsey rides” on his shoulders.

It was where we all had to be quiet when Dad had to listen to the CBC radio under the war.

It was where I wore my red wooden shoes.

It was where I was willing to walk what seems forever to purchase one stick of black licorice.

It was where my friends, Inge, and Aase and Ole was.


It was where my first boyfriend was.  Yes. We were only about 3-4 years old.

It all suddenly came to a halt when my Dad decided that he wanted another woman. Sigrid.

After my parents’ divorce in 1947 – only two years after the 2nd World War ended my mom, my sister Birgit and I moved to Kongshøjgade 2, the fourth floor to the right-on Vesterbro – Enghave Plads.

I was supposed to attend Enghave Plads School right away.  I was in grade 5.
But I wanted to go back to Taarnby school so my mom allowed me to drive my bike all the way through town from Vesterbro to Amager. Everybody thought I was crazy doing it.  But I needed to get back to “my safe harbor”.


Taarnby School


I loved my school teacher Christian Pedersen in Taarnby School and that year he helped me a lot to slowly make the adjustment from country life to city life.  When Christian Pedersen found out that my parents had divorced he invited me to his home and his wife would make awesome dinner for me. He was my “safe harbor” in a difficult time in my life.

A new life that it took me a long time to accept and understand.


Vibeke Lindhardt
16 July 2017


Friday, July 14, 2017

ONCE A DANE, ALWAYS A DANE

I came across this T-shirt advertising on Facebook and I realize it is totally applicable to me.



I immigrated to Canada 1966 and lived there for 45 years, until 2011 when I moved to Utah, United States.

I have spent most of my life AWAY from Denmark where I was born and raised, but even though most of my life has been lived OUTSIDE Denmark, DENMARK WILL ALWAYS LIVE IN ME.

I have been married twice.   Both were Danes.

I am very happy that I am married to a Dane who understands the core of ME and with whom I can speak the Danish language daily.

My deceased daughter Sussie Linda Neumann Johansen, was also born in Denmark and married a Dane in Canada. Linda was always proud of being a Dane and was very adamant about keeping Danish traditions.

Her husband parents also immigrated to Canada, So, their 9 children all are PURE Danes, even though they are Canadians born and raised in Canada.

Being a Dane is the core of what I am and who I am and I am proud of having Danish blood in me.

Vibeke Lindhardt
14 July 2017


Monday, July 10, 2017

DANISH GENEALOGY

I am willing to help you with your DANISH GENEALOGY.

It does not matter where you live in the world.

I can help you remotely.

Have references.


Saturday, July 1, 2017

FOR YOU OR WITH YOU

I believe there is a huge difference between doing something FOR PEOPLE or WITH PEOPLE.


TO DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY

To do something FOR somebody usually have the word “charity” attached to it.

You can do something for somebody because you want to “help” those people in one way or another.  Could be a physical help of making a meal for the person or helping them move.

It could also be a “charitable” donation to a person or a group.

I have high regard and respect for anybody who are “Charitable” and want to help others either financially, or physically.

Nevertheless, it does not have to be that the person being “charitable” towards somebody, means “that they love and care personally about that person”.


TO DO SOMETHING WITH SOMEBODY

Wanting to do something WITH somebody is a much more personal thing.

You want to go for lunch with some friends – not so much for the food – but “because you are interested in that/those people you go for lunch with.

You really want to spend TIME with that/those people, because they enrich your lives and validate you as a person. You feel comfortable.  You can talk and open your heart and feel validated.

You quite likely already know those people through work or on a more personal level either as family members – spouses, parents, children, siblings or close friends and the main reason for wanting to spend time with that/those people is because you want to “give of yourself on a deeper emotional level”.

It is not “something you do – just because you want “to do something FOR that/those person/people” as an act of “charity”. Your feelings are much deeper than that.

The people you spend time with on that level speak usually treat you in courteous manner and because of their behavior towards you, they build up your confidence  and validates “the best of who you are as a person”.  They never question your integrity.

I believe that both have values, but it is the people that want TO DO SOMETHING WITH YOU that makes you feel loved and cared for and enriches you as a personal emotionally and mentally and makes you feel that “Life is worth living”.


Vibeke Lindhardt
1 July 2017


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