Aunt Rose’s room
<p style="font-weight: 400">Rose Hjort Lorentzen was a dear family member of Birgitte Dinesen, the 8th generation of the Dinesen family at Kragerup Gods. Here she shares her memories of Aunt Rose: </p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">“The woman behind the room was called Rose Hjort Lorentzen, but I’ve only heard her referred to as Aunt Rose. She was my great-grandmother Ida Dinesen’s niece. She was single, which was certainly not prestigious in those days. She had been married without having children, and whether she was divorced or not was not talked about.”</p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">“Aunt Rose lived in an apartment on Gråbrødre Torv in Copenhagen, but often came to Kragerup in my childhood. I remember her as a fun, sweet and loving aunt. She often sat and darned socks or knitted. She had no one else but us, so she was always with us at Christmas and New Year. She was there when Dad lit the lights on the Christmas tree and the electric lamps were turned off. We would stand and enjoy the sight as the candles burned down. When there were only three candles left, my sisters and I had to make a wish without saying our wishes out loud, and then the lights were lit again. We had many pleasant experiences with Aunt Rose.”</p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">No photos of Aunt Rose have ever been found.</p>
Aunt Rose’s room
<p style="font-weight: 400">Rose Hjort Lorentzen was a dear family member of Birgitte Dinesen, the 8th generation of the Dinesen family at Kragerup Gods. Here she shares her memories of Aunt Rose: </p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">“The woman behind the room was called Rose Hjort Lorentzen, but I’ve only heard her referred to as Aunt Rose. She was my great-grandmother Ida Dinesen’s niece. She was single, which was certainly not prestigious in those days. She had been married without having children, and whether she was divorced or not was not talked about.”</p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">“Aunt Rose lived in an apartment on Gråbrødre Torv in Copenhagen, but often came to Kragerup in my childhood. I remember her as a fun, sweet and loving aunt. She often sat and darned socks or knitted. She had no one else but us, so she was always with us at Christmas and New Year. She was there when Dad lit the lights on the Christmas tree and the electric lamps were turned off. We would stand and enjoy the sight as the candles burned down. When there were only three candles left, my sisters and I had to make a wish without saying our wishes out loud, and then the lights were lit again. We had many pleasant experiences with Aunt Rose.”</p>
<p style="font-weight: 400">No photos of Aunt Rose have ever been found.</p>