18:00 Lois og jeg spiser aftensmad og bagefter skal hun arbejde lidt i
spisestuen – hun er kasserer til sin kirkes bibelseminarprojekt, og hun skal
aflægge beretning og fremlægge regnskabet til godkendelse (eller noget
lignende!) på i morgens udvalgsmøde – du godeste, stakkels Lois!!!!!
Hun bruger ingen lommeregner – hun gør det hele, som de gjorde det i
middelalderen, men uden hjælp af en abacus – du godeste! Men hun får balance i
regnskabet, hvilket er det vigtigste – hurra!!!!
Lois beregner balancen uden hjælp af lommeregner, ligesom de gjorde det
i
middelalderen. Sarah, vores yngste datter, der for 16 mdr siden flyttede til
Australien
er
revisor, og efterlod en masse blanke regnskabsark hos os – det var heldigt!
Vi bruger resten af aftenen på at se lidt fjernsyn. De viser en bevægende
dokumentarfilm, der handler om livet af Vera Lynn, den berømte sangerinde, der på
mandag har 100-års fødselsdag.
Både Lois og jeg har tårer i øjnene, mens vi ser på dette program, hvilket
er lidt tåbeligt, fordi vi begge to ikke var i live under den 2. verdenskrig.
Men i 1950’erne, da vi var børn / unge teenagere, var krigen stadig en meget
frisk minde for vores forældres generation.
Selv i 1965, da jeg rejste til kontinentet (Holland) for første gang, faldt
en midaldrende kvinde i snak med mig, og takkede mig og de engelsktalende lande
for at ”redde mit land” – du godeste! Og da Lois og jeg de seneste 4 år var i
København, så vi byens berømte lille
Churchill Park, og jeg læste i en dansk artikel, at Churchill stadig var en
rollemodel for nutidens danske politikere – du godeste (igen), det er lidt af
en overraskelse!
Vera havde en sød, klar,
følelsesmæssig stemme, der efter min mening var unik – jeg kan ikke finde på
noget lignende i en anden sanger. Hendes sange var alle positive, men hun sang
med en slags hulken i stemmen og folk kan ikke undgå at blive bevæget, synes
jeg.
I programmet er det
rart at se interviews med nogle af Veras kendte fans, for eksempel Paul
Macartney (på 74 år), og Tim Rice, den berømte sangskriver (på 72 år), der
selvom lidt ældre end os, ved krigens slutning kun var kun små buksetrolde – du
godeste!
Paul McCartney
Det er også rørende
at se et interview med Barry Humphries, den populære 83-årige australske
komiker, der som lille dreng i Melbourne under krigen elskede Veras sange,
selvom han ikke havde den fjerneste anelse om, hvad de hvide klipper ved Dover
var, eller hvad blåfugle var – sikke et vanvid!
Vera fortsatte med at være populær i 1950’erne og videre. I den første
nogensinde britiske hitliste, der blev udgivet i 1952, havde hun 3 sange i de
top 10.
22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzzzz!!!!!
04:30 Jeg står tidligt op og laver én af mine rutinemæssige danske
ordforrådtest.
07:30 Jeg trisser ind i køkkenet og laver to kopper te. Jeg tager dem med
op i soveværelset og hopper op i sengen til Lois. Vi drikker teen og står op.
Vi spiser morgenmad.
09:00 Vi taler lidt på Skype med vores yngste datter, Sarah, der for 16 mdr
siden flyttede til Perth i Australien, sammen med Francis, sin mand, og deres
(dengang) 2,5-årige tvillinger, Lily og Jessica. Det er meget sjovt at snakke
med hende om deres liv i Australien og kigger på tvillingerne, der var i gang
med at male ”kunstværker” i baggården.
det er meget sjovt at snakke med Sarah
og
kigge på tvillingerne, der er i gang
med at male ”kunstværker” i baggården
10:00 Jeg går i gang med at rydde op rundt i huset og støvsuge overalt,
fordi Lois har inviteret Mari-Ann og Alf (muligvis også Maggie) til at spise
aftensmad hos os.
12:00 Vi spiser frokost og bagefter skal Lois af sted. Hun ønsker at
deltage i en gudstjeneste, der finder sted i eftermiddag i Tewkesbury. Hun
kører med sin veninde, Maggie.
13:00 Jeg går i seng for at tage mig en kort eftermiddagslur.
14:15 Jeg står op og hopper op på min kondicykel. Jeg cykler kun 6 miles og
jeg går glip af min rutinemæssige milde vægtløftning, på grund af mangel af
tid. Mens jeg cykler, ser jeg på 1974 årets Billboard Hot 100 Singler på
YouTube.
Lørdags år var 1975. Nu er jeg nået til 1974 i min nedtælling og nu er jeg
i frit fald ned denne lange kaninhul tilbage til mine rødder. Mens jeg hører
sangene, prøver jeg at mindes 1974 årets rolle i min og Lois's livshistorie.
Jeg opdager, at vi af én eller anden grund har næsten ingen fotos af 1974.
Lois og jeg havde været i to år gift. Jeg kan huske, at vi blev tvunget til
at flytte til et andet hus, fordi vores tidligere husets ejer ønskede at sælge
det. Vi flyttede ind til et charmerende historisk 300-årigt rækkehus på
Dybegade. Huset var propfyldt af gamle antik møbler, herunder en pragtfuld
messingseng, som vi elskede.
Lois i 1974 – hvor ung så hun dog ud!
Jeg kigger lidt på internettet, og tjekker ud de seneste “hitlister” af
Storbritanniens stejleste
boliggader. Jeg ser, at byen
Shaftesburys Goldbakke i denne uge er faldet til nummer 5 i listen. Sikke et
vanvid!
Lois og jeg besøgte bakken i marts 2009, sammen med vores datter, Alison,
og hendes familie, også med min søster Kathy og hendes mand, Steve.
Vi besøger byen Shaftesburys berømte stejle gade,
Goldbakke,
i marts 2009. (fra venstre til højre) Alison,
Ed
(hendes mand) og deres 2-årige datter, Josie
Den
foregående dag fejrede vi min 63. fødselsdag på Cheltenhams
”Storyteller
restaurant” sammen med (fra venstre til højre)
Kathy
(min søster), Steve (Kathys mand),Steve (min bror), og Lois
15:30 Lois kommer tilbage igen og vi begynder at forberede maden.
16:00 Alf og Mari-Ann ankommer og vi snakker lidt med dem i stuen. Planen er at spise kl
17.
English translation
18:00 Lois and I eat dinner, and
afterwards she does a little work in the dining room - she is the treasurer of
her church's Bible seminar project, and she has to make a report and submit
financial statements for approval (or something similar) at tomorrow's
committee meeting - my goodness, poor Lois !!!!!
She doesn't use a calculator -
she does it all, the way they did in the Middle Ages, but without the help of an
abacus - my goodness! But she gets a balance in the accounts, which is the main
thing - hurrah !!!!
Lois calculates the balance
sheet without using the calculator,
just like they did it in the Middle Ages.
Sarah, our youngest daughter,
who 16 months ago moved to Australia is an
accountant,
and she left a lot of blank balance sheet
forms with us - that was lucky!
We spend the rest of the evening
watching TV. A moving documentary is airing, and it's all about the life of Vera Lynn, the
famous singer who has her 100th birthday on Monday.
Both Lois and I have tears in
their eyes while we look at this program, which is slightly ridiculous because
neither of us was alive during the 2nd World War. But back in the 1950s, when we
were children / young teenagers, the war was still a very fresh memory for our
parents' generation.
Even in 1965, when I traveled to
the continent (Holland) for the first time, a middle-aged woman fell into
conversation with me and thanked me and the English-speaking countries for
"saving my country" - my goodness! And when Lois and I were in
Copenhagen during the last 4 years, we saw the famous little Churchill Park,
and I read in a Danish article that Churchill was still the role model for
today's Danish politicians - my goodness (again), that’s a bit of a surprise!
Vera had a sweet, clear, emotional
voice, which I believe was unique - I cannot think of anything similar in
another singer. Her songs were all positive, but she sang with a kind of a sob
in her voice and people cannot help but be moved, I think.
In the program it's
nice to see interviews with some of Vera's famous fans, for example, Paul
Macartney (74) and Tim Rice, the famous songwriter (72), who although a bit
older than us, were still only little toddlers at the end of the war - my
goodness!
Paul McCartney
It is also touching to see an
interview with Barry Humphries, the popular 83-year-old Australian comedian,
who as a little boy in Melbourne during the war loved Vera's songs, even though
he hadn't the faintest idea what the white cliffs of Dover were or what
bluebirds were – what madness!
Vera continued to be popular in
the 1950's and beyond. In the first ever UK charts, which were released in
1952, she had three songs in the top ten.
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz
!!!!!
04:30 I get up early and do one
of my routine Danish vocabulary tests.
07:30 I toddle into the kitchen
and make two cups of tea. I take them up to the bedroom and jump into bed with
Lois. We drink the tea and get up. We eat breakfast.
9:00 We speak a little on Skype
with our youngest daughter, Sarah, who 16 months ago moved to Perth Australia, along with Francis, her husband and their (then) 2 and a
half-year-old twins, Lily and Jessica. It is a lot of fun to talk to her about
their lives in Australia and watch the twins, who are painting "works of
art" in the backyard.
it's a lot of fun to talk to Sarah and
watch the twins,
who are busy painting "works of
art" in the backyard
10:00 I begin to clean up around
the house and vacuum everywhere because Lois has invited Mari-Ann and Alf
(possibly also Maggie) to have dinner with us.
12:00 We eat lunch and afterwards
Lois has to go off. She wants to attend a church service taking place this
afternoon in Tewkesbury. She is riding with her friend, Maggie.
13:00 I go to bed to take a short
afternoon nap.
14:15 I get up and jump up on my
exercise bike. I ride only 6 miles and I miss my routine mild weightlifting,
due to lack of time. While I cycle, I look at 1974 year's Billboard Hot 100
Singles on YouTube.
Saturday's year was 1975. Today I
have reached 1974 in my countdown and now I'm in free fall down this long
rabbit hole back to my roots. While I hear the songs, I try to remember 1974 in my life with Lois. I find that for some reason we have almost no
photos of 1974.
Lois and I had been married two years. I remember that we
were forced to move to another house, because the owner of our previous house
wanted to sell up. We moved into a historic 300-year-old townhouse in Deep
Street. The house was chock-full of old antique furniture, including a gorgeous
brass bed, which we loved.
Lois in 1974 - how young she looked!
I take a little look at the
Internet and check out the latest "charts" of Britain's steepest
residential streets. I see that the town of Shaftesbury's "Gold Hill" has this
week dropped to number 5 in the list. What madness!
Lois and I visited the hill in
March 2009, along with our daughter, Alison, and her family, also with my
sister Kathy and her husband, Steve.
We visit the town of Shaftesbury's famous steep street, Gold Hill, in March 2009.
(From left to right) Alison, Ed (her
husband) and their 2-year-old daughter, Josie
The previous day we celebrated my 63rd
birthday at Cheltenham's
"Storyteller restaurant" together
with (from left to right) Kathy (my sister),
Steve (Kathy's husband), Steve (my brother)
and Lois
15:30 Lois comes back again and
we begin to prepare the food.
16:00 Alf and Mari-Ann arrive and
we talk a little with them in the living room. The plan is to eat at 5pm.
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