Our family farm around 1910. My grandfather a young boy, sitting on a black horse.

Our family farm around 1910. My grandfather a young boy, sitting on a black horse.

My grandfather, on my father’s side, was born in 1903. That is him in the picture as a young boy, sitting on the black horse. I am guessing the picture is from 1910-1912. He was already 69 years old when I was born, yet I only remember him as strong and never old.

He was a gentle and quiet man with a great sense of humour. To me he was the wisest man I knew, yet he was always humble. He could reach me like no other. A smile, perhaps a gentle touch and a wise word from him could silence my deamons and calm me like nothing else, as a boy or a young man struggling with life. Granddad would sit in his rocking chair and be a pillar of strength for me just be being there.

His father, my great-grandfather, died in 1906 and I guess the hard life on a farm without a father taught granddad many hard lessons very early in his life. Yet his patience and inner peace seemed to know no bounds.

He was a story teller and would tell me stories of two world wars, of the first car, the first radio, the moon landing, the first TV. I would listen in silent wonder. His mind never failed to amaze me. When he was about 83-84 years old he once came into my room during a visit. I was playing computer games. He looked at the screen in silence then stunned me: “oh I see, you are supposed to shoot those spaceships and avoid those and score extra points, you are doing well”.

He did have really bad luck in pancakes. He and grandmother lived near my school so I often stopped by. Grandmother made pancakes and granddad always got the blackened bits. “I love the burned ones, they’re my favourite” he would assure us. Me and my siblings of course believed this for many years, poor granddad.

He died in February 1995, age 93, in good health in his own home. He apparently just said to my grandmother “I feel a bit tired”, then making sure grandma was ok, he sat down in a chair and his heart stopped. A peaceful, humble and perfect end.

I think of him every day. For the last 4 months in Singapore I have needed to find extra love, grace, patience, humour and strength within myself to support my love, Charlene, and her mother after their loss of a father and husbond. Some days I fail. But I try and draw these qualities from my memories of him. Today those magical memories made me cry.

I miss you granddad.

 

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9 thoughts on “Grandfather

  1. Brian Miller 3 years ago

    Such sweet memories, Flemming. I always love how wisdom is not the same as intelligence; that being wise does not require the need to know everything, but only the important things. The wise I have met usually speak little and less, but their presence is deeply felt.

    I also love the way you spelled “husband”. A typo, perhaps, but apropos, no?

    Life is not easy, and it gets confusing when our loves lose loved ones. I suppose we can aspire to become as wise as your grandfather and enjoy the burnt pancakes.

    Thinking of you and C.

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 3 years ago

      Hi Brian, thanks muchly. Hope to see you guys soonish!

      Heh “husbond” is actually the Danish way of spelling it – http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/husbond – I did not even notice that. I will leave it, it is fitting here.

      I am making pancakes myself these days and managed to burn a batch quite severely the other day so I nailed that 🙂 I still aspire to become half as wise as him, and also importantly, humble like he was, presence without all the diva stuff.

  2. Foto clipping 3 years ago

    such a lovely memory you have…..unfortunately I don’t have such memory with me 🙁

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 3 years ago

      Thanks, I wish you many good memories, it is lovely how people can live on through memories and pictures that stir up memories.

  3. Charlene 3 years ago

    All your grandparents sound like proper characters, resilient and full of color. There’s so much about your granddad is aspirational. Never stop learning and thinking. Grow old well, in full possession of one’s mind, faculties, and health. Leave quietly, when it is time. Live in the minds of your loved ones. Marks of a life lived with grace, thoughtfully, and well, despite (or maybe because of?) the incredible hardships he would have gone though.

    Also I am thinking, it may be that your granddad did learn to like burnt pancakes… especially if it was the only time he ever got to eat pancakes! 🙂

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 3 years ago

      I think he had to learn to love them, for 15-20 years I am sure he never had a non-burned one! Also I remember him rolling them in sugar and jam to counter the charcoal 😀

      1. Charlene 3 years ago

        Now there’s a man after my own heart.

        Nothing a little sugar can’t fix 😀

  4. Ora 3 years ago

    Great post. Great memories. Very touching, and thought provoking, as always. Thanks for sharing.