Thursday, January 18, 2018

ITS' A DIFFERENT WORLD NOW

It's a different world now than it used to be.
There was a time when it would be.
That a man was a man.
Now it could be, It's a woman you see.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
If you were black, you would not be free.
The white man was boss and the black man his slave.
Some still lived in caves.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
The parent was the boss and children listened.
Now the parents obey when their children whistle.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
The parents ate first and the children later.
Now the parents are the children's waiter.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
We all sat down and ate around the table.
Now they are all spread out, depending on the cable.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
We walked to the school, the shops and the hall.
Now we drive to the mall.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
the husband worked hard in the field or the dross.
Now the wife is at work.  She is the boss.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
It was quiet and peaceful. No noises around.
Now, no matter where, there are sounds.

It's a different world now than it used to be.
But the question you ask yourself.
Is the world better now with Ipads and TV,
or are we less free?




Vibeke Lindhardt 2012

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

IN HARMONY

Do you feel like a puzzle?
I used to be.
It felt like the half of my body
was not really me.

Then one day I was reading
In a book by Paul H. Dunn.
That your soul and body
can become like one.

I wanted more than anything
To feel in harmony
with my body and soul,
So, I started on my goal.

Many pieces of the puzzle were gone
so, I knew.
Only time and work on being me.
Would get me through

I was shocked to discover
how I tried to please
more than I should.
Not always at ease.

The first thing I learned.
Some will walk from you.
You will lose some friends
who does not like what you do.

But the real friends
will help you through
and as times go by
You’ll find the real you.


 Vibeke Lindhardt  originally written 1976

Monday, January 15, 2018

HURRYING FEET


Why the rushing like ants down the street?
Hurrying, scurrying with busy feet.
What do they see?
What do they hear?
Is “being too late” the fear?

To late for what?
For their destiny?
Running to life in Eternity?
Forgetting “the world”
Which is “you” and “me”?

Did they get there in time?
In the rush and the hurry?
Did their pay their tithe
And sing hymns loud and cheery?

Did they feel that the Lord
would be pleased them then.
To love them and
keep a safe home in his den?
  
Where they humbled when the messenger said
what they already knew in their heart:
“What ye have done to the least of mine”
I said from the start.

You were busy, yes, too busy to see
to get into the Kingdom
you have to look at the eyes of a friend,
where you would have seen me.

I am sorry to say that the test for me to meet
the test I gave you on earth
you have failed
because of your hurrying feet.


Vibeke Lindhardt - written 1981

Saturday, January 13, 2018

TINY BUBBLES



There are many tiny bubbles
in a little person’s mind.
Always feeling full of troubles;
Always falling just behind.

Feeling timid, and inferior
of the big inquiring man.
Wonder, what makes “the big man” better
than his own calloused hand.

Knowing not,
that bigness comes
not from the outer side,
but within a person’s self.
Finding what it hides.


Vibeke Lindhardt
(written 1982)







Thursday, January 11, 2018

FINDING AUNT ELLY
Was Nothing Less Than a Miracle

Me and Elly

Through my years old genealogical research, I have had many interesting experiences, but of all of them, the best experience was to find my aunt Elly Nielsen – nee Rasmussen.

I never knew who my grandfather on my mother’s side was.  I tried for 40 years to research with no luck. My mother Else Margrethe Gunhild Emmely Rasmussen was born 17 October 1907 – out of wedlock - on “Den Kongelige Fødselsstiftelse” which was a hospital for “unwed mothers”.

My Mom Else Margrethe Gunhild Emmely Rasmussen.


When you look in the church records at that time, such a child was called “uœgte barn” – which directly is translated “unreal child”.  In USA they called such a child “a bastard” in the records.

My grandmother Kristine Rasmussen, that we all called Minna, NEVER told anybody who the Father was.  Maybe she told her husband Karl Kristensen, that she married later -  in 1925, but if so, he never told anybody.  My grandmother went in her grave with that secret.

My grandmother Kristine Rasmussen

I researched in the Danish records from 1960 - and got nowhere.  Finally - in year 2000 I decided to make a “last attempt” and made a four-page  newsletter with all the information I had on my mother and my grandmother.

I received a letter from Anne-Lise Pallesen – a professional genealogist from the Fladsaa Archives in Denmark, that she was willing to try to find my grandfather.

She tried for six months and found nothing, but in November 2000 she sent me a letter that somebody living in Devon, Alberta, Canada – just two hours drive from where I lived at that time -  were paying for my grandmothers’ brother Anders Rasmussen’s burial ground in Snesere.

I wash shocked and  it was a puzzle for me, because I knew that my grandmother’s brother Anders Rasmussen had passed away 1963 and in Denmark you normally only keep the burial grounds for 20 years.

Anne-Lise gave me the name Ernoch Nielsen  - who paid for the burial ground. I did not know any Ernoch Nielsen and knew I had no Nielsens in my genealogy, so I was wondering who it was, I found the phone number on Ernoch Nielsen and it was a woman taking the phone. I asked her if she was Ernoch Nielsens’ wife and she said she was.

I told her that I was looking for somebody who was paying for Anders Rasmussen’s burial ground in Snesere. She responded: “Anders Rasmussen is my Dad and we are paying for the burial ground”.

She then asked me “Are you Else”?  I said “No I am not Else.  I am Else’s daughter Vibeke. Elly then pursued to tell me that she knew about my mother and that she wished I had phoned last week then I could have attended her 80 birthday.

I went a couple of weeks later to visit my aunt for the first time.  I was shocked when she opened the door.  It was like looking at my Mom.  A short little 5’2” woman.  I have to admit I got tears in my eyes.

I had brought an old photo that I had inherited from my grandmother Minna, where there were five of the 11 siblings, incl. my grandmother Minna and her Elly’’s Dad Anders.

from left Jens Christian Rasmussen, who immigrated to Nebraska, USA when he was 17 years old. Anders Rasmussen  (Elly's Dad)

Dorthea Rasmussen, Karen Rasmussen and my grandmother Kristine Rasmussen (Minna)

I showed her the photo.  She said: “Just a minute”.  She went in to her bedroom and came out with a photo where the whole Rasmussen family were on, incl. Elly.  She pursued to tell me the the only that was missing in the photo was my Mom.

My grandmother Kristine is in back row - in the middle with the glasses on.  Her husband Karl Christensen to the right of her.  Elly was telling me that the only one missing in this photo was my Mom.

Finding my aunt Elly has blessed my life.  I drove up from Utah this year to visit her in the Senior home in Stoney Planes, Alberta.  Elly is now 96 years old and still going strong.

This photo was taken in Stoney Planes, Alberta, Canada  of Elly and I in May 2017.  My aunt Elly is now 97 years old.


Vibeke Lindhardt

10 January 2018

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Sunday, January 7, 2018

WHO ARE OUR NEIGHBORS?


Why is the world so lonely?
There are lots of people here.
Why do they sit in sadness?
Looking lonely in their chairs?

Who are our neighbors
that are living next door?
Cutting lawn and painting fence.
With no glances at your door.

There were times when people shared
more than just a fence.
They did not stay inside.
They became your friends.

Come on over and sit down
Let’s chat for just awhile.
They served you a drink
and gave you a smile.

Care for your neighbors,
But don’t stay too long.
Just stay and say hey.
Is the slogan today.

Who are the neighbors
we know today?
They’re on Facebook and twitter.
Or characters from a play.

Have we forgotten to live
as was meant from beginning?
When talk to your neighbor.
Is no longer winning?

Friday, January 5, 2018

WHAT IS HUMOR?


by Vibeke Lindhardt

They had some fun
It was a pun
The laughter ran across the room
They all joined in
And had a grin
Did not regard her gloom.

The years went by
They grew so tall
No longer laughed at jokes so glum.
It was a pun
But not much fun
When laughter was on them.

The tide had turned
Regrets set in
How could they be so mean?
The tears came down
And caused a frown.
If only kinder they had been.





5 January 2018

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Monday, January 1, 2018

THE FURNACE

By Vibeke Lindhardt

She threw me in the furnace
But I was strong and came out the same

She repeated her actions towards me
But I was strong and played the game

Her will was strong and determined
But I forgave and was not maimed

She exuded her will towards me
I pretended,  and did not blame

But the constant fire in the furnace
Wore down my will and aim

I decided to change my actions
To my honor and status reclaim

It is best to avoid the furnace
To stand where they know your name



If relationships become verbally, mentally and emotionally – and maybe even physical abusive –

Then it is time to set boundaries.

January 1 2018

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