My father Johnny was born 21.january 1926…

Growing up with two brothers and four sisters close in age during the war must have challenging and fun. At 15 he was a fisherman. They lived on an island where the boat was the only connection to the outside world. Little did they know about the amazing connection they once would have to the outside…

The Atlantic Road

He got an education as a carpenter in 1947/1948. Late 1948 he was drafted to “Tysklandsbrigaden” – the occupying power that would maintain order in Germany after the war. Two months cookery courses before he was shipped out to Schleswig – Holstein in January 1949. Four months later he was dismissed and shipped home – sick. He was hospitalized and then a long period of rehabilitation…

This is one of the stories I will come back to later. In 1951 faith brought him to my mother`s village as a carpenter.