As a kid playing around outside consumed most of my spare time. Outdoor activities ranged from digging a hole in the backyard so we could build a fountain (without Mom’s permission of course), climbing trees, playing soldiers running around a field of landmines, boarding a train of plastic chairs, or splashing in the puddles during the rain. One constant in these range of activities were the clogs that sat outside the backdoor. We had a couple of pairs of clogs given to us from our Danish grandmother, or Mormor as we called her, one red pair, the other blue. They were made with a solid wooden bottom, and a stapled leather upper. I always thought they were ugly, and a mere matter of necessity when you left the house to play without shoes on. I was recently shopping for shoes when I came across some clogs that as it happened were from Danmark.
Upon closer inspection I noticed the similarities in the construction of these new clogs and the ones from my childhood. The same wooden soles, and stapled leather upper, with modern decorations added of course. I tried on a pair and it was as though my Mormor was there.
It was like stepping through a time warp back to my younger years of running through the yard wearing those ‘silly’ shoes. As a grown up wearing the same style clogs is such a different experience.
I take great pride in my Danish heritage, I am one quarter Dane and it is that culture I identify with the most. My Mormor started teaching me about Danmark when I was very young, she instilled in me an excitement about Danmark that has grown exponentially as I have aged.
I bought a pair of the Danish clogs and revel in wearing them. Every moment they are on my feet is one where my Mormor is walking with me even though she is no longer here.