The other marriages and children in the family, whom were before my mother and father married

Family picture taken approx. 1947            My father and his wife Gerda in 1936

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My father, Torvald Alfred Magnus Andersen, had been married twice before he met my mother. The first marriage was with a girl from Arden in North Jutland. I have no information on her at the present time other than her name was Johanne Pedersen and she died in Kulhuse before 1929. It is unknown if there were children in this marriage. The second marriage was with Gerda Ingeborg Olsen, born 1910 and she was from the area near Kalundborg. They were married on the 29th. of Feburary 1932 in Our Lady of Lord Church in Kalundborg. There after the moved to the area around Slaglunde on Sjælland before their children were born. Gerda died on the 15th. of July in Copenhagen, where they had moved to. The cause of death was maybe child birth fever because there is a registration of a still born child on the same day. The following children was from that marriage: Inger born on the 15th. of June 1930, died August 28 2004 in Koesoer,  Joan born on the 25th. of July 1933, Connie born on the 27th. of June 1936, Guri born on the 31st. of August 1939 and Elin born on the 15th. of April 19421. The picture shows from the left: Torvald, Inger, Guri, Georg, Connie, Joan, Elin, Mary and myself Bjarne. 

About the girls, whom are my half sisters, I don’t know much about. Inger moved to Korsør and started a family there. She isolated herself from the rest of her sisters. Joan married a nice and quiet man called Gunnar and lived in Kalundborg, where Gunnar was a truck driver. Connie married Preben and lived in Rødovre Copenhagen. Preben died at a young age so Connie had to manage herself. Guri married Lars and lived in Køge. She also isolated herself from the rest of the family. The last sister Elin had a hard childhood and was rootless. She married a couple of times and now (2004) lives in Borup, Sjælland. I have no contact with any of them. They were strange people.  They couldn’t get along within themselves, but can five sister get along? The only accepted me when it was necessary because I was only their half brother, not completely blood related. I know that my mother had problems with them when she became their new mother because they didn’t want a new mother whom was so young. It wasn’t that bad after one of the girls was sent to a girl’s home. At my father’s funeral, after the sinking of the coffin, one of the oldest girl (Inger) told me to disappear because I wasn’t one of the family members, but she couldn’t get rid of me. When the state was settled, it puzzled me that I didn’t hear anything from the courts. When I required about it I was told that I hadn’t been mentioned as a sibling. It was corrected and when it was settled and everything was to be divided, which the sisters had already divided amongst themselves, they had to pay me 2200,00 krones, which was just about 2 months wages at that time. I never received the money, they ignored me completely, and with no replies to my letters I gave up. If they became richer by stealing my inheritance, I would not become poorer. I broke up with them and live my own life.   

Many years later I wanted to contact the family again, because one becomes wiser with age so I started to find out where they lived. They were hard to find, it went slowly and I spoke to my half brother Georg, whom without my knowledge took over and started his own searching. He lived in Sjælland and was of course closer to them, but he messed it completely up. Georg found them quickly, but he was at that time – and still is – a practising Mormon, so he started to convert them, before they had contact with me. When I finally had contact with them everything was ruined. They were not friendly over for my wife an me. We were active Mormons, but not fanatical. They did not want to convert and hear more about Mormons, which I was told by Joan, Connie and Elin. This contact disappeared because of Georg’s temper, so therefor I have given up trying to keep contact with them.  I don’t understand what Georg had done towards with, he is my half brother, but is not related to the five girls in any way. That was not the only time that he had ruined family relationships for me, it is like a sport for him and his trademark.  

My mother had me at an early age, being not much more than a child herself. She was only 14 years old when she left home and travelled around with a circus, trying her luck. Home wasn’t so good and there was much room, food or time for the children. I can understand her side of it. With someone that was with the circus, she became pregnant and was sent home to her parents. If my grandparents every found out whom the father was, is unknown. My mothers was sent away. The official answer was that she was sent to a home for young pregnant mothers, which was on the island Saltøy at the bottom of Trondheimsfjord, close to Vudu, Skatval and Åsen. The reason that I name these locations is because there are a lot of relatives in these areas and family, they keep together. Saltøy is very isolated and the first generation found in this area was in 1710. They had farms there up to the second world war. One can not come back and forth from this island, so my mother couldn’t come to the main land. She gave birth to my half sister Kari there. This child was given right away to my mother’s sister Dagmar, whom was childless. She couldn’t have children and all the papers that were found shows that Dagmar is the mother to this child, born in Trondheim. In 2002 I did some research on the island Saltøy and the official papers on the island states that there never was a home for young pregnant mothers or children’s home. It is thinkable that one of the resistance on the island in 1934 was a qualified nurse and was related to us. The world will cheat. Kari grew up with Dagmar as our cousin and the family moved to Notodden in Telemark area of Norway. I have visisted her  2 – 3 times, it was a long way from Danmark to Norway. My half brother Georg knew that Kari was our half sisiter from when she was about 10 years old, but held it to himself and first in March 2001 he told Kari about it and then later told me about her. Unfortunately I was told too late, so I never managed to visit her and give her a brotherly hug before she died of cancer in April 2001. Why did he hold this to himself and not tell me? He always wanted to control and decide over for us brothers at any cost. The pictures under here shows Kari when she was 5, 25 and 55 years old.

     

 

My mother moved to Danmark shortly before the 2nd, World War. The world was hit with depression and it was really bad in Norway, where many people hungered and had to bake bread, where most of the flour was replaced with pulverised bark from birch trees. Non unemployment was a strange word and when she heard that one of her sisters had done well in Danmark, she packed her bags and moved. She didn’t want to live in the same city as her half sister Solveig, for whom it went well for, for she would blend her nose in everything and everything had to go her way. Mother got a job as a housekeeper in a manor home in Århus, which was not a dance on roses, because there was also depression in Danmark and was in need for many things. The people she worked for demanded that she start at 6 am until 10 pm  for  10 krones a week plus room and board. Room was a room with no heat and board was leftovers from the employer and family, only if there was anything leftover. Therefore it was no wonder at she fell for the charming man, whom laid up to her and when he could offer her a real home she jumped at the offer of marriage. They lived in Århus, at least close to, or on a street called Spanien and even though the war broke out and everything was rationalised, nothing was needed in their home of either rationalised goods or any other thing. She had with him, Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen to boys, first my half brother Georg and there after my half brother Otto. The roumers says, that Walther was a nizi, or member of that organization, but it is not proved.

Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, som mor kendte ham

Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, is what my mother called him

One day the door bell rang. It was the police that stood outside and said that they had arrested her husband and charged him with bigamy. He was already married to a women whom was admitted to a mental hospital. My mother thought that it was her that had done something wrong. She packed her things and moved to Copenhagen where Solveig started right away to meddled in her life.

My half brother Otto was brought to a foster home to a Nielsen family. They lived on 11 Mågevej in Copenhagen. My full sister Kirsten Gerda was placed in the same home. They both were adopted to this family in 1951. Otte’s name was changed to Jørgen Otto Nielsen. I lost nearly my contact with him. They come to Jylland on holidays and stayed with my wife and I so long the meal was for free. He didn’t call his biological mother for mother and was nearly unknown  to his family in Norway. I turned my back to him because he wouldn’t call Mary mother, even though she was very sick and ask for it. On her death bed he stated that he was happy to be with her before she died, he had never se a person die! And it was his mother! He showed up when the will was read because he had legal rights to inherit being that she was his biological mother. He now stands to inherit from an uncle in Norway. I respect the inheritance law but when my sister Kirsten (100 % biological for me, but only a half sister to him) died two years after our mother, I didn’t here a thing about inheriting after her , maybe the courts didn’t know about me. But I was after the law the nearest. I heard from other sources that Kirsten was dead, Jørgen told me nothing he acepted never my relationship til Kirsten. Why is people like Jørgen Otto? Instead to help and love each other, but Jørgen is an active Mormon and maybe mormons are like that.

My other half brother Georg Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, whom I have named before was living in a foster home where the family was Mormons. He lived there until he was 13 where as he moved back to his biological mother and I where as there was a stepfather. We lived together as brothers but we were not close. It was always me that had to contact him. I wasn’t in his thoughts these last 15 years. When my wife was sick and later died I needed a brother’s help which I didn’t receive. He broke all his promises to me and was not truthful. He made mistakes in 2500 peoples family history data and it took me 1½ years to straighten it up. Both Jørgen and Georg are very active in the Mormons faith. I am glad that I have left that faith. I do not want to ever see them again before my eyes. Bitter -  yes very much! They should of been family. When I write about the Mormon faith, my negative thoughts come from an experience that I had had while in Frederikshavn, whereas my was an active member until my eyes opened before me and then I left.

The should of been an other child, but I am uncertain in this area. I remember my mother had a large stomach when I was small and she went to the hospital. A few days later she returned home without a child and everyone was told that the baby was still born. Later in life in my faters home, I found a birth certificate,  of a living boy in one of his drawers. It was dated in 1948 and a rumour says that the boy child was adopted away. I have no further knowledge of this child. I had an experience when I was 14 that confirmed my suspicions of a brother’s existence , but that will come later not under her. The pictures below show nr. 1 is Georg approx. 50 years old and nr. 2 is a childhood picture of Jørgen.

An other child was born in 1952 and was immediately adopted to a family whom emigrated to Canada. His name is Niels-Peter Nordahl Henriksen, whom is mentioned an other place. He found me in November 2003. I don’t know if Georg knew of him, but I will not be surpriced if so.

  Jørgen Otto Nielsen

Georg Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen

It is time for miracles. I have had a reunion with nearly all my half-sisters and old hate is away, I am only missing to get up with one person, and after that, this page will be re written.

 

 

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  Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, is what my mother called him

 

 

     

Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, som mor kendte ham

Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen, is what my mother called him

 

 

 

 

 

  Jørgen Otto Nielsen

Georg Walter Warnsdorf Knudsen

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