Now I will write about the the home of Hundsbækmark. Our grandfather, my mothers forster parent Karl Thomsen Schmidt died May 25, 1947 and was buried May 30, 1947 på Læborg cemetery. All his life he lived in this house. Now, my father had to decide wheither to move or stay. He was in the middle of an exchange of property with a man he knew, I think his name was Pagh. The property in Hundsbæk was rebuild with new cowshed and utility room, but around March, 1948 my father signed a deal and we moved to "Søgård" in Hyldelund, Klelund in Lindknud commune.
IMG: The property Søgård in Hyldelund that my father exchanged into
he estate Søgård was a very old three-winged farm with thatched roof and in bad shape. But to us, it was like an adventure.
We had no electricity or anything like a bathroom, but we were not accustomed to much luxury.
Anton worked at Niels Madsen, Maltbæk and I was in apprenticeship at the bicycle shop in Brørup. Arne was 14 years old and to be confirmed by the priest in Lindknud.
I thought my sister Karen went to service in Holsted, but instead she went to household school somewhere in Jutland. Agnes was only five years old.The neighbour Karl Hansen had a lovely perky daugther, Juna, she was 14 years old. Oh my, where Arne and I enjoyed her with kisses and hugs. Unfortunately she was married to her mother's brother, what we found pity. Anton worked on Nielsbygård and later went to farming school on Sealand.
IMG: Here is the family Niels Jepsen gathered around the table. I sit to the far left followed by Karen, my mother Elly, Anton, my father Niels, Agnes and Arne. The picture is from Hundsbækmark and from 1942 at Antons confirmation.
Every weekend I ride home by bicycle to help the family. I got hold at an old windmill and installed some electrical light, which obviously worked best in strong wind. But we had lack of money and the opportunities to earn extra was not good. My father worked the first year in Bække bog and Anton and father futhermore worked in Klelund plantation. It was not well paid. In the end my father had to give up the farm and move to Erik Glippingsvej in Kolding, in 1953. In spite of poverty we had a lot of happy days on Søgård. One summer they had a holiday children, Vivi, from Copenhagen.