Walked through the cemetery again today, but filled up my entire flash card in my camera and had to go back to my room to empty it off. But, once I got back I became so engrossed at looking through them I didn’t want to go back out again.<\/p>\n
Lots and lots of Hansen’s buried there. Likely, I’m related to most of them. My Great great grandfather came from Denmark to the US in the late 1800s. With some of the graves dating to that period, I realized these could be great great aunts or uncles of mine. I do know he eventually ended up becoming mormon and moving to mexico to avoid “persecution” Likely great great grandad was a polygamist and the family left that part out of the family histories. Innerestin’ huh?<\/p>\n
I came across several people sleeping on benches in the cememtery, like full on snoring sleeping, one even had his baby in a buggy about 10 feet away in a shady spot. That’s one thing I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around: How trusting the Danes are, and also, how many men I’ve seen taking part in raising the kids. For the first time in my life, I could see myself having a kid, but only if I live in Denmark. You can be a parent and still have a life here because you’re both splitting the work or raising a baby equally, and the social expectations seem to be very different of mothers here.<\/p>\n
There were lots of sunbathers in the cemetery as well, I loved how parts of it were forest-like and others were park-like. And there was lots of activity, laughing and smiling and of course a few mourners too, but overall a completely different feeling than our neatly lined-up cemeteries in the states.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Walked through the cemetery again today, but filled up my entire flash card in my camera and had to go back to my room to empty it off. But, once I got back I became so engrossed at looking through them I didn’t want to go back out again. Lots and lots of Hansen’s buried … Continue reading June 9, 2012 – Another stroll through Assistens<\/span>