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Montag, 9. Juni 2014

Martje Amber Petersen's christening
 
What a lovely day, it didn't look like that when we got up this morning. The sky was black, lightning was cracking its whip and buckets of water were falling from heaven. That was at eight, at nine thirty when we drove to Risum I had the roof of my convertible open, the sun was shining and the car was heated up like in a sauna.
We arrived, the rest of the gathering arrived and the first tears fell: Martje saw me and did a knee fall; she forgot that she had her new, pretty and white tights on and now they were green. The tears dried up quickly, there was excitement in the air (well for the kids and the future godparents and if I think about it for me also, I'm still a kid at heart).
The service went well, it's Whitsunday and the Pastor, Tim Ströver, told the story of the beginning of the church on this day; of how the disciples came out of hiding and went into the world speaking to the people in every country be it Hebrew, Arabian, Roman, English, French, you name it they could speak that language. On the first day of the Christian Church they baptised three-thousand followers.
The story is good and interesting, if you're a grownup, for the kiddies it was too much so they mucked about, not much it was amazing how disciplined they were. Gretje let everything happen without a word or should I say moan.
After the service we all gathered at Kirsty and Jan-Erik's house for a meal and drinks and coffee with cakes and more drinks. If anyone went home hungry it would have been their own fault.
I'm still suffering four hours later, I ate too much cake.
 
 
 
 
Gretje it's your show today,
it is time for you to join the community,
we all say welcome,
such a pretty and quiet girl <3


Gretje's Christening song

The arrival
Heike, Lynda and her friend Dirk

The Godparents
Martina and Horst
A perfect choice, two that did not have the fortune of having children of their own
 

Family Petersen arrives,
Fentye and Martje dressed up like twins
and look how clean Martje is, it lasted only one minute and she want down on her knees.
White tights and green grass are a bad combination

When she realised that she had mucked her knees it was time for the first tears of the day

They didn't last long,
and now it's off to the church
The gate to the St Sebast zu Risum Church

Pastor Tim Ströver waiting for the congregation.
He is new in the village and took over from Pastor Spiesswinkel last year when he went into pension.

Pastor Ströver, a young and talented pastor,
his service differs enormously from his predecessor

Gretje in her Taufkleid (christening dress)
The church interior,
the altar,
it points to the south,
I wonder if that has any meaning?

The church interior,
the pulpit.

The church interior,
the christening font

The church interior,
a picture next to the pult.
Is this Saint Sebast?

The church interior,
the organ

The church interior,
the Lord's supper
Gretje in a good mood,
she was like that the whole time
 
Gretje with her father Jan-Erik and Martje
 
Martje is always giving her sister a kiss,
sometimes it gets too much for Gretje and she rebels by whining
 
Martje, the wild one
with her Oma Petersen
Fentje

Fentje and Mama
Doesn' Fentje look an angel?
It doesn't hold on very long,
in the past few months, since she started in Kindergarten
she's found her tongue and loves to stick it out at me.
Cheeky bugger :-)
Gretje with her Godmother Martina
and how proud she is, I love it!
The christening is over, now come the family photos
Lets start with Oma Irmtraut and Uroma Marianne (Tick Tack Oma)
The Petersen family with Heike
from the left Oma Irmtraut, Martje, Fentje, Tick Tack Oma, Godfather Horst, Oma Heike, Papa Jan-Erik, Godmother Martina, Gretje, Mother Kirsty and Opa Andreas
The same but with me behind Kirsty
The church service is over and we leave the church in dazzling sunshine.
I quite like the Pastor, modern
It's about time the church got younger in person and idea.
The families Petersen and Martin together on one photo, all except yours truly
Doesn't matter though
now a picture of the proud grandfather
and the proud grandmother
I can't end my blog without a flower photo.
Poppies