A few weeks ago at the Local History Archives, I remarked to one of our oldest and most faithful visitors that Christmas 1944 must have been a terrible one for the village. In the summer of 1944, a number of its inhabitants who were helping the Danish resistance had been arrested by the Gestapo and incarcerated in prisons in Denmark or concentration camps in Nazi Germany, and an equal number had fled to nearby Sweden or gone underground.
Our visitor, who had been 7 years old at the time, reflected for a while, then said in amazement, how exciting it had actually been. Through the illegal sailing network his father had sent sweaters with reindeer motifs for him and his younger brothers, and best of all, he had send them almonds, something that was unavailable in the village at the time. Whereupon, he and another archive volunteer who had also grown up in the village exchanged stories of postwar sailing trips to Sweden to buy various foodstuff unavailable in Denmark. While I was left to reflect humbly: on the dangers of speculating too much and drawing false conclusions, but also on how his mother would only have wanted to give her sons a good Christmas while she spared them from the worries she had.
My remark was occasioned by the coming together of two disparate threads. A few of us volunteers had just completed work, albeit with over a half a year’s delay, on a small exhibition to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Denmark in May 1945. It was thematic, as the efforts to give a chronological account of events proved futile, given the number of different events that took place within a short period in those joyful but chaotic days of liberation after the BBC’s Danish service had announced the capitulation of the German occupational forces to Montgomery on the evening of the 4th May 1945.
When we made a timeline, we could see, for instance that many of our local people who were incarcerated in concentration camps in Germany had already been freed and sent to Sweden in April 1945, but did not come home in time for the celebrations as they were receiving medical treatment. Nor were all those men, who sailed for the allied merchant navies from April 1940 onwards when Denmark was invaded, present when a peacetime celebration was held on the 22nd May 1945.
Alongside work on the exhibition I had also been reading through Safe Haven the valuable database belonging to the Danish Jewish Museum. Here, official reports from Swedish authorities on the Danish Jews who fled to Sweden in October 1943 have been digitalized on a large scale providing researchers with fresh possibilities of collating information, in our case on Dragør harbour. When my own share of the preparatory work for the exhibition was over, I contacted and received material from the Swedish National Archives on those from Dragør who had fled to Sweden in the summer of 1944.
Among the themes chosen were “those who returned” and “those who didn’t”, which had one day led me to reflect on those who’d remained behind when loved ones were imprisoned or had had to flee. While collating the information with material in our archive, I made a surprising discovery: a certain woman in Dragør, one of those who stayed behind, would have had 11 family members who would not have been home that Christmas of 1944. Her one sibling was in a concentration camp in Germany; another sibling and two nephews in a prison camp in Denmark; her husband, four sons, a daughter-in-law and little grandson had sought refuge in Sweden, where at least two of her sons then sailed for the Danish resistance from Sweden until the war ended. Hence my remark to our visitor.
He was one of three or four elderly visitors to the exhibition who got in touch afterwards whose families either directly contributed to the war effort against Nazi Germany and/or whose families suffered as a result of the war: a fisherman who sailed Jewish refugees and who also worked for the resistance; an able seaman (later ships mate) who sailed the world for the allies and who was on board ships that were mined and torpedoed; a policeman who survived a German concentration camp; and a member of a military group who was shot dead on the early morning of the liberation. And this from a country that is known to have gone relatively unscathed in WW2 compared to other occupied countries.
II. The photographs we used for the exhibition had for the most part lain unused since 1945, if they at all had been developed. Most were taken by a local school teacher and his erstwhile pupil, a young man who was a member of one of those Danish military units secretly formed around the country in 1943 when Denmark officially rejected its hitherto policy of collaboration with the Nazi German occupational forces.
Several years ago, the nestor of our group of archive volunteers casually began to mention all the undeveloped negatives from 1945 that lay in our archives. Two years ago, he gave me a task, or rather a flash drive. It contained hundreds of photos from the heady days of the liberation that he had scanned, and among them were groups of smiling British servicemen. He thought their families back in the UK might be interested in seeing these photos. Given our proximity to Copenhagen airport, I wrongly assumed they were RAF mechanics stationed in the village of Store Magleby and wrote off to the RAF Museum which kindly put me right, by identifying some as belonging to REME, the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers. The REME museum’s response “REME History: REME in Denmark” was published on the museum’s blog on the 19th May, 2020.
At the same time, we chose two other groups of photos for an article that year for our archive’s yearbook, Kikkenborgen 2019. One was a group of women from Dragør and Store Magleby who were trained in civil defence, when at the outset of WWII in 1939, the Danish authorities had feared air raids. Although their first-aid training was to come in more useful to the injured crew members of ships that were mined in the Sound. However, during the days of the liberation, it was their cooking skills that were most sought after for the ca. 250 young men in the other set of photos. These belonged to the earlier named secret military units that were used for mopping up operations after capitulation, as the Germans in mainland Denmark had surrendered without a fight. Sadly, this was not the case in the Danish island of Bornholm which was captured and occupied by Soviet troops until April 1946.
Although we did not manage to have it ready on time, and were unable to have many visitors when it did open, we hope to send our exhibition onwards to our local pensioners’ activity centre in 2021, and afterwards our local museum can use the material for their outreach work with schoolchildren. After all, the liberation has no expiry date. Thanks to the countless people who sacrificed so much, at home and abroad, like the smiling, war-weary British soldiers on our photos.