(Here comes a little story):
I'm from Randers
- or actually I'm from Roskilde (it was something with an R!) - and I like to say that my christening was something very special. It goes without saying, that I also became a very special person on the same occasion. Well, at least that's the case for two people: He who christened me, and then I, who still enjoy the glorious value of this story. Hang on!
Just around the corner at Stændertorvet, the church with the two spiers (which King Christian IV probably made sure to place at the top of the towers) is placed. In 1969, my late aunt lined up in the church whit me on her arm. A line of others stood the same way as her and for the same reason. A bishop presided over the christenings that day, and he kindly told my aunt to go down to the back of the line. One might think, that the friendly man thought that I looked the sweetest, and perhaps therefore also were able to wait the longest, and that I properly also were kind enough to keep quiet without starting a children's chorus of screams and babycryes. Maybe.
But that's not it. I had to go back in line, because he wanted the story of the christening gown, and he wanted it along with the last christening of the day, since this was his very last church act. The dress was used for the first time in 1897, and in addition to the names of the many christened in it, the first year is also embroidered on it. So there is no doubt about the age of the dress. It is the beautiful embroidery down below, and the one the bishop noticed. So!
Not only am I christened by a bishop, I am also his last church act. His portrait hangs on the wall in the church together with the other late bishops - and if I'm in Roskilde, I greet him nicely. I am sorry, but I simply just can't remember his name. Luckily the portraits are numbered with years, and it makes it easier to find the right one. I was
christened in October 1969. It's pretty irrelevant, but the story is very sweet. Right?
And now you know a little about me - and please, If you visit the Cathedral in Roskilde (it is the one where kings and queens are buried), and if you look at the portraits, please say hello to the bishop from me. Thank you very much.
