
And on that day 164.000 former German citizens now became Danish citizens again.
Which must have meant an increase of the overall population of a little more than 10 %.
The name of the gelding Christian X rode was Malgré Tout, he was from Paris.
The duchy of Schleswig/Slesvig went through two referendums.
One in the north (now a part of DK) where 75 % voted in favor of belonging to Denmark.
The second in the south led to 80 % voting in favor of belonging to Germany.
- Which was roughly in line with the demographic composition at the time.
Ironically prior to First Schlesvigan War there were actually talks about settling the issue by democratic vote, and studies have shown that such a vote would have led to pretty much the same result as in 1920, except for the German town of Flensburg becoming Danish.
But at the time democracy was brand new in most of Europe. In fact the first Danish Constitution and democratically elected government is from 1849, during the First Schleswigan War.
Had that referendum taken place we would have avoided two bitter wars and a deep national trauma - and just as interestingly Holstein and southern Schleswig might have remained independent much longer, rather than coming under the domination of Prussia.
And the dominance of Prussia in the German League might very well have been delayed because the Second Schleswigan War of 1864 would not have taken place. And there being no victory over Denmark, no military lessons learned, the war with Austria in 1866 might not have taken place either - Leading to a de facto politically united Germany which again went to war with France in 1870... - Leading to all European great powers guaranteeing Belgiums neutrality...
In an alternative universe 1914 might have been an uneventful year during the Long Peace of Europe.
Holstein, Lauenborg and southern Schleswig might IMO very well have developed into a monarchy by 1850. Adopting a democratic constitution of their own.
Because the citizens of Schleswig, Holstein and Lauenborg were not against introducing democracy, they just didn't want to come under a Danish constitution i.e. becoming provinces in Denmark rather than remaining autonomous duchies. But having two constitutions within the same realm was an impossibility and that was
one of the key reasons for the First Schleswigan War.
The story about Christian X on his white horse and the little girl sitting in front of him, could have been written by Disney!
https://www.instagram.com/p/CCc6bumAjdb/
Christian X was a harsh man and a bit of a family tyrant as you know. But deep down he was also a sensitive man.
One of the enduring stories about the Reunification is Christian X on his white horse, with a little girl sitting in front of him.
He wrote about that in his diary:
"Beaming faces with teary eyes were directed at me, while the call: Our King - was heard incessantly. So overwhelming was this reception that I felt deeply moved and when a little girl later on was lifted up to me with a bouquet of flowers I put in the kiss I gave her forehead all the joy and gratitude I myself felt and when the little being put her arms around my neck I had the feeling that I had embraced Southern Jutland - now that the girl sat trustful in front of me on the horse."
In this article are lots of pics and stories from the reunification:
https://graenseforeningen.dk/sites/...iis Pigen på den hvide hest Genforeningen.pdf
So let's get straight to the girl.
Her name was Johanne Martine Klippert, she was born 1st August 1911. But in 1915 her mother out of misery and poverty had to give up her child and hand her over to an orphanage. (It is hinted her father was killed in the war, leaving his wife destitute.)
Later that year she was adopted by a vicar and his wife named Braren and thus became Johanne Martine Braren.
On the 10th July 1920 the family witnessed Christian X riding through a portal signifying the reunification and a few hundred meters down the road, stood the family waving Dannebrog and holding a bouquet of flowers.
Elisabeth Braren, Johanne's adoptive mother, tells the story:
"The road went down a little towards us and when the King came riding I saw that everyone gave him their hands. Surely he can't keep on doing that all the way to town, I thought.
We had ended up standing in front when the police cleared the way (for the King) I wouldn't trouble the King by offering him my hand, but gave Johanne a white and red rosebud that she could present him. She cheerfully offered them, but the King too her whole hand and smiled teary-eyed: Mat I have her up on the horse a little, may I?" At first I didn't answer, I thought I had misheard, but then he asked again. I answered: "Yes, please."
Then he lifted her up to sit in front on the saddle, bowed down and kissed her mouth, whereupon she grabbed him around the neck and kissed his cheek. "Would you like to go with me to Copenhagen", said the King, but she answered: "No, I want stay with my mother." The King asked me to follow suit. I couldn't.
Johanne all the time held her arm around the neck of the King and the Kingheld her flad in the hand where he held the reins."
But the crowd presented Elisabeth Braren from keeping up and she was now concerned for her daughter:
"After a while I saw that Johanne was afraid, she couldn't see me and was about to cry. Then I had to break free from the crowd and into the ditch, which I ran along, until I came in front of the procession. Then I broke through again, but was stopped by three police officers, who wanted to know my name. The King had asked for it as well, I didn't want to shout my name (*) and therefore said to him: I will send the King.
Now I had to give my name to the police. When I got there I called Johanne by name, but for the cheering and hurrahs it was almost impossible for her to hear me. In that moment the horse stopped and I lifted her down. When I took her down, the King said: May I keep her.
He got no reply, because I saw in her face a terror for what my answer would be."
(This moment is captured in the photo named Fig 12 in the above link.)
"The King asked for my address and my name. I replied: The King will get it.
A gentleman ran up and said: We must have Your address at once.
I answered him: Mrs. Braren, born Mynster, Aastrup. (**)
As fast as I could with down the ditch. There she had a little nervous attack (cried her head off) which expressed itself if wailing tones. I calmed her down, put on her hat and quietly we walked behind the whole swarm of people.
Standing with me in the ditch, she exclaimed: I would never have believed that in all my life.
Oddly enough she had during the night dreamed that she ran after the King's white horse with roses in her hand. In all the commotion we didn't get to see the Queen at all.
The King visited us in Aastrup four times, also the Queen.
Exactly one month later Johanne got a lovely picture of the the King in a silver-frame and a letter.
(*) A decent women of good repute, doesn't shout out her name and address to strange men, not even kings, like a fishmongers wive would!
(**) There were no house numbers back then. But everyone in the parish of Aalestrup, especially the postman, would know who Mrs. Braren was.
- What a sweet story, eh? ?
And I almost got a nervous breakdown as well, because the connection to TRF is unstable right now, with the text vanishing and disappearing all the time!
