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Victorian, Country and Dark

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Winter evening in Dresden Germany, 1845 by Knud Baade

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All these streets are frozen now. I come and go

Full of a longing for something I do not know

My father sits slumped in the deepening snow

As I search, in and out, above, about, and below

Babe, it seems so long

Since you've been gone

And you went away

And I hope and I pray

That it grows darker with the day

Winter’s Night with Cabins - Svend Rasmussen Svendsen

Lyrics by Nick Cave

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By Wilfred Bosworth Jenkins, British (1857–1936)

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John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893)

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Johann Gustav Lange (German, 1811–1887)

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Ray Hendershot

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Julius Sergius von Klever, Russian painter (1850–1924)

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Teis Albers

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There's a rattle in the box… the bed box ^^ Box beds also known as “lit clos” in French, have a long history dating back to the 16th century. They were found in various parts of Europe, including France, Scotland, the Netherlands, Scandinavia and Austria. These beds gained popularity due to their practicality and ability to provide privacy and warmth. As their popularity increased, box bed designs evolved. By the 18th century they had become sophisticated pieces of furniture, cleverly designed to fit into the space. Some box beds came with curtains for privacy, while others had sliding doors that completely enclosed the sleeping area. One of the main advantages of box beds was their ability to keep the "residents" warm. In medieval times, staying warm was often a matter of life and death, especially in cold regions. This explains why box beds remained in use longer in Scandinavia, as an example, than in other parts of Europe. In addition to providing warmth, box beds also served as protection. In rural areas there was a constant risk of dangerous animals such as wolves breaking into homes. Box beds with doors and panels helped protect residents, especially while sleeping. Statement: I find these ominous sleeping places very comfortable. As children, we and our parents often went to an old museum village where there were beds like this in the little huts. We loved hiding in there and would have preferred not to come out at all

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An unexploded shell pierced through a tree with a sign stating: "Achtung - Todesgefahr" (Attention/Warning - Danger of Death).

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According to one estimate, 1/3 of shells fired throughout the war on the Western Front were duds; 500 million out of 1.5 billion, in many cases due to the soft and muddy terrain in which the shells were buried in. This would mean encountering a dud shell wouldn't be an unusual or noteworthy event for the average soldier.

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Danish-German soldier Kresten Andresen reported on a near-death encounter with a dud shell in diary entry from February 4, 1915, today 109 years ago. Translated by myself:

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"Lassigny, February 4, 1915.

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Yesterday I encountered Jep Nissen Dalsgård; together with a few other Danes he's with the 76th Reserve Regiment from Hamburg. They've had a rough time since November and have held a position by Roie, which has been attacked incessantly.

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So, now everything was back to normal. The loveliest weather; the sun was high and glowing red; the air was like the first days of Spring, yet it's still freezing at night; a blackbird sung so lovely in a garden. It rang like a call from home, from the Danish birch forests and warm gardens.

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I was in the town after coal and water; ka-boom! Five shells struck nearby and I hastily dissappeared down into a cellar.

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Evening. Another bad experience. Brought dinner with Unteroffizier Roose. He had a slow pace, and that was our salvation; we stood still for a second, when ka-boom, and we hastily dissappeared into a cellar, it was also very timely, for now the road, we were to walk on, got coated with shells.

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Half an hour later we could continue; it was in a hurry, we could see the new grenades impact, in the middle of the street lay a dud, and one of the new recruits wanted to nonsensically kick it, but we luckily got a hold of his neck collar just in time.

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How long shall these trips through towns in broad daylight last - it will surely cost us a few lives as a life lesson."

An unexploded shell pierced through a tree with a sign stating: "Achtung - Todesgefahr" (Attention/Warning - Danger of Death).

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Peder Mørk Mønsted (1859-1941)

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Where have our loved ones gone?

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