I stedet skal I se billeder fra, hvad man måske med lidt god vilje kan kalde mit himmelske hjem her på jorden, nemlig den lokale kirke. (Det er jo så også der, på kirkegården, en del af mine afsjælede familiemedlemmer nu residerer permanent). Der - i kirken, altså - har jeg været i aften. Menighedsrådet havde nemlig inviteret Jette Torp til at komme og synge. Hun medbragte sin mand, som i løbet af 1½ times koncert nåede at begå sig på både (el-)klaver, harmonika, mundharmonika og sav; han var også helt træt tror jeg. Men lyden var god og sangene lige så, så det var en rigtig hyggelig lille udflugt. Og så passer det jo wældig med at jeg lige kan udvide begrebet "hjem" (temmelig stor udvidelse, men det kan vi kalde kunstnerisk frihed) og fremvise vores kirke, for den er nemlig så vældig fin, at jeg frygtelig gerne vil dele med jer. Og så er den gammel - ungefär fra 1100-1150, hvilket altid fremkalder en vis -yderst tilfredsstillende- beundring, når man fortæller amerikanere det.
-vil du med ind?
De af jer, der gider, må gerne læse videre under den engelske version. Der er nemlig lidt kirkenørderi for min amerikanske veninde, og jeg gætter på at i hvert fald Jomfru Sif vil blive glad (selv om det ikke helt huer hende, at min kirke er en lillebitte smule ældre end hendes :-)
Først lidt billeder fra dagens koncert:
Jette Torp in action
Jette Torp + ægtefælle m/sav.
Det lød forbløffende godt; gad vide om
man kan genskabe det på sin fars gamle fukssvans?
Hvis dette var en lyd-blog, burde man måske gøre forsøget (not)
Se det fine loft!
DV SKALT ELSKE GVD AFF GANSKE HIERTE, AFF GANSKE SIND,
AFF GANSKE SIEL OC DIN NESTE LIGE SOM DIG SELF
står der (frit efter hukommelsen) på en af loftsbrædderne,
tværs over kirkerummet.
Det prøver vi så på...
@ N ~ today's blog challenge says I am to post a picture of my house, taken from the outside. But nuh-uh, not yet, not while I'm still living chez Mom&Dad. So I've taken liberties with the term "my house" or "my home" and today I'll take you on the tour of my local church. I should probably say our local church :-) (I went there for a concert this evening; that's what you can see in the second and third photo)
It's a medieval church, built in 1100-something. I read somewhere that around the 12th century, more than 2,000 churches were built in Denmark, and many of them look a lot like this one - but needless to say, ours is the best :-) It is famous -not in the rock-star sense of the word, but as church fame goes - for its stone cuttings. The chandeliers in the picture above date from 1859 and 1920 and the pulpit is from 1593. The altar which you can see at the back is also from around 1593, but restored in the 1850's.
Taken this evening. They've put floodlights on
the church, which helps a lot when you
have a crappy old camera (Santa, are you reading this by any chance?)
Taken last summer.
This is what it looks like when you approach it from my village. It's actually located on a tiny
hilltop okay, mound, sort of halfway between 3 villages, and around the corner on the right, there is another entrance just like this one. I remember when my grandmother died; at the very end she lived in a retirement home in one of the other villages, from which it would have been more logical for the hearse to take the other entrance to the graveyard but that would never have done, it had to enter the graveyard via "our" entrance. It is only just wide enough for a car.
Close-up of the north wall
The women's entrance, or what used to be
From the east
Something I didn't know was that when people are buried, at least here, they lie facing east. This end of the church used to be rounded, a semi-circle, apparently, but it collapsed several hundred years ago and while they were rebuilding anyway, they extended the main "room" of the church towards east.
Close-ups of stone cuttings
The graveyard is a pleasant place to take a walk. I know that in Copenhagen, many of the city's cemetaries are popular picnic spots; I probably wouldn't bring a sandwich and a blanket here, but I always take a little stroll around when I'm "visiting" the family.
(I like how the graveyard looks out over the
open fields. Even though you're dead, you might
still appreciate the view, right)
And you know what? There's even an American here! He crashed in his fighter plane during WWII - but he deserves a blog post of his own, so I'll leave you with a picture of "him"