25. Odense and the Funen Village
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| Hotel Knudsen's Gaard |
We
took our time waking up; the Hotel Knudsen’s Gaard is very nice. The dining and breakfast an experience in
itself.
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| Roses From the Hotel Garden |
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| Hospital Bed |
Den Fynske Landsby (The Funen Village) was our first stop that day.
The Funen Village is as old as I am, even a bit older. It first opened in 1946. For all these years you could come and visit old Danish village and farm life of yesteryear and get an idea how it was when HCA wrote his stories.
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| The Vicarage |
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| In the Vicar's Bedroom |
The
exhibition is very spread out, we needed a horse and wagon to get an overview
first and I am glad we did it this way. It was bucolic, yet there were people
about.
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| Half-Timbered Buildings With Thatched Roofs |
This
place has a village pond, many half-timbered buildings, gardens behind or at
the side of every house, a bar and restaurant, animals, some were free roaming
and even some bee hives. You stepped away from 2018 and you were in Denmark in
1820 or so.
Acres were planted with wheat, apples hung on trees, the fencing
was hand whittled, and furniture was in the houses. All that was missing were
the old people, otherwise it was like a place long forgotten, popped up for
your inspection. I liked it.
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| Geese |
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| Friendly Horses |
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| Great Lunch |
We
always seem to have lunch at these places; in this case we had a homemade cake
in the Inn.
Walking
around this place, I did notice that some items are now beyond repair. The
windmill for example had lost its top. Some beehives were in the wrong spot,
the heat had melted one of the hives.
We
visited the old one-room school house; saw the rectory next to the church. They
even had an odd looking jail house, with a thatched roof. It was quaint!
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| One Room Schoolhouse |
It
was a good exhibit; we said hello to the geese, ducks, chickens, goats even to
2 horses grazing in front of a farm. There were no cars, trains or any kind of
transportation other then the carriage that took us on our ride. We had to duck
our heads when the carriage drove us under trees or through a few large doorways.
There were no warning shouts; I guess it’s common sense that you watch were you
are going. We strolled through the old village for about 3 hours, including our
small lunch.
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| Tobacco Drying |
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| Roof Being Repaired |
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| Bee Hive |
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| This Hive Burned and the Honey Melted When Left in the Sun Too Long |
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| Learning About Honey-Making From the Bee-Keeper |
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| He Knows About This Stuff |
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