Here is a nice little video of the DRF at Gråsten back in 1950:
Sjældent set video: Frederik og Ingrids dejlige sommer med prinsesserne | BILLED-BLADET Nostalgi
The stairs can be awfully steep to climb if you've got short legs!
In the comments section there is this little story, I'd like to translate for you:
By a Niels Rold:
"Some years later (than 1950) I was in a summer cottage with some mates. It was a lovely sunny morning and my turn to go fetch beer. I had only just turned 18.
I drowe down to the grocers, the old one in Trend (village) and when I got inside I asked for a case of beer, 50 beers back than, and a cold from the box to pass the time while the box was fetched from the basement. I sat down on a bench and right across me sat and elderly gentleman with whom I began chatting.
It later turned out that I, unknowingly, had chatted with King Frederik... a cozy and lovely person".
My own family have often told me how it was common for Frederik IX when staying at Marselisborg that he and an adjutant was working on the Kings rowing boat down at the beach. And it happened occasionally that blue collar workers who cycled by offered the King and adjutant a round of beer, which they all three enjoyed together.
Frederik IX was a very folksy man, which is of course why he is so very much compared to Frederik.
There is a funny thing about the local grocers in the villages all over DK back then (the 1950's, 60's and well into the 70's). This was
the hub of the village, it was here the local gossip was exchanged. It was here the local retirees would sit all day drinking beer and commenting on everyone and everything - not least the local pretty girls. - My mother thought they were nothing but dirty old pigs when she was a newly wed wife!
There is an expression in eastern Jutland that is used to this day, to emphasize jokingly that something could, possible, perhaps, be true...
My wife can say it in the perfect dialect: "Det siger de nede ved kjøwmanden = They say so down at the grocers."
My mother also told me how the local youth in the evenings hang around at the local railway station (very small one though), because nothing else happened, except on Saturdays at the inn. And sometimes someone would actually get off the train... Then at least something happened
that evening. ?
