Tivoli Gardens

Dear Liza,

After a few days in Copenhagen, you and your folks had to head back to Horsens. But Auntie Katie and the rest of us had one last adventure: Tivoli Gardens, the second oldest amusement park in the world.

Opened in 1843, this “pleasure garden” includes gardens, rides, restaurants and musical entertainments, and lots of wonderful things to see. Spring is a bit late coming to Copenhagen, and the windy temperature wasn’t much above freezing, but hyacinths and daffodils are up and blooming.

Early spring flowers are used as decorations all over! This wishing well with a planted roof was adorable and seasonal.

And of course, there are rides. Big scary roller coasters, of course, but they are not our speed. Auntie Katie and the cousins enjoyed the spinny teacup on the Carrousel and some small, cartoony planes.

In parts of the park, you could see how this place inspired Walt Disney as he was developing Disneyland. Rides were fun for both kids and adults, and there were lots of flowers and refreshments. Like Mickey Mouse, this little clown person was placed anywhere a message needed to be conveyed. Here he is saying “We are building something new” to obscure some construction work.

Some things were very different from Disneyland, however. Beer and wine were sold, and some of the humor was a bit racy for American tastes. After all, our Puritan forefathers came to the New World in hopes of running away from such “worldliness”. I liked it!

There are also some rides where human power was involved, including this ‘hoist yourself’ drop-zone contraption. The riders wear gloves to pull themselves up, then get a long, smooth drop back to the bottom. There is also a pedal powered rollercoaster, but we couldn’t get close enough to take a picture.

Interesting bits of Danish history are scattered about. This small fountain dedicated to Tycho Brahe, a Danish astronomer, tells of his interesting life and scientific discoveries.

It even showed his gold nose! Like many men of his time, Tycho had been injured in a duel, losing the tip of his nose. He had a golden nose made. Cool, huh?

We stopped for snacks and realized we were just too cold to enjoy ourselves, even with layers, gloves, hats and scarves. We texted goodbye to the family and headed for the exit. On the way, we passed this delightful swing ride that I had used as part of my Adventure Grandma story.

Once we left the park and got warm, we walked back to the hotel, fetched our luggage, and began the long haul back to Portland. This misty sunrise over Amsterdam was the last picture I took in Europe.

I know we will come back soon, but I will miss you and your new country until we do.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Remembering Islands

Dear Liza,

Well, I finally got the Big Island of Hawaii the way I liked it. Using paint, embroidery and quilting, I found the texture and shapes I wanted to remember.

The Big Island, as remembered

Yes, I know I didn’t give enough room to the emergent volcano in the south east corner, and little red sparkly beads, to denote flowing lava, have been suggested. But for now, I am happy with it.

And now my mind has wandered to another island. This one is located inside a certain theme park in Southern California, and is named after title character in Mark Twain’s most popular book.

Sketches for my next island

I started with sketches from my memory, then went on websites to see the lovely hand drawn maps from 1955. I realized the three-quarter view that showed the buildings skewed things a bit.

Photo credit, Disneyland and Walt Disney Corporation

So I cheated. I went to Google maps, found Anaheim, and zoomed in. The satellite setting shows right where everything is, and it isn’t as I remember it. The cove we crossed on the pontoon and suspension bridges are tiny compared to my memories.

Satellite view…

The “fort” that sold pickles from a barrel felt and as though it was at the end of the world, alas, was not. But my memories of joy and adventures are intact. The feeling of rocks under my sneakers and dust in my nose is there, waiting to be called up.

My version of this island will be a compromise between my childhood adventures and the actual place they happened, between the illusion and the reality. And that’s okay, too. Off to paint now!

Love,

Grandma Judy