Holger was an only child. He immigrated to the US in 1904 from Norre Sundby, Denmark. He brought his concertina with him on the trip. His ship, the Teutonic, sailed from Liverpool England to New York. He was a miller by trade in his home country. His father was a fisherman.
Holger married Clara Elene Lassen. They met at a Detroit hospital where a mutual friend was in care. Grandpa was leaving the room as Grandma was entering. He tipped his hat to her, "and it was love at first sight."
They were the parents of five children, Clarence, Paul, Martin, Chris (Holger Jr.), and Karen.
Grandpa was a streetcar driver in Detroit for a number of years, then became a self-employed custodian and caretaker. In 1940 his son Chris reported that he was a gardener for his father, and son Martin said he was a painter for his parents. Grandpa also worked as a maintenance man and landscape gardener for families living on Detroit's historic street, Virginia Park.
Grandpa was a kind and gentle man; tall and handsome, with a full head of white hair. He smoked cigars and pipes in his leisure. He played violin in the Scandinavian Symphony and was a member of the Bell Canto unit of the Danish Singer's Society, and a singing group called "Sons of Fishermen."
Holger gave English lessons to Danish immigrants who had settled in Sidney, MI, where the Rasmussens vacationed and had family - an aunt and uncle, Ane Marie (Rasmussen) and Martin Shroeder, and good friends - the Peter Thompsons. Ane and Martin were childless, but raised Peter Thompson from infancy after his mother died.
Grandpa never became an American citizen. He used to get a little nervous when he had to renew his alien paperwork. My dad (Chris) used to joke with him a bit at these times asking, "What's the matter, Dad? Did you rob a bank or something we don't know about?"
Grandpa wore a night shirt and stocking cap when he went to bed. When my sister Christa and I went to visit them in Detroit, Grandma and Grandpa slept on a Murphy bed that pulled out of the wall of their living room, while Christa and I slept on the couch. They saved their usual bed for our parents.
Grandpa died in the garage of one of his clients at 100 Virginia Park of a heart attack.
He was a much-loved and respected man.
Holger was an only child. He immigrated to the US in 1904 from Norre Sundby, Denmark. He brought his concertina with him on the trip. His ship, the Teutonic, sailed from Liverpool England to New York. He was a miller by trade in his home country. His father was a fisherman.
Holger married Clara Elene Lassen. They met at a Detroit hospital where a mutual friend was in care. Grandpa was leaving the room as Grandma was entering. He tipped his hat to her, "and it was love at first sight."
They were the parents of five children, Clarence, Paul, Martin, Chris (Holger Jr.), and Karen.
Grandpa was a streetcar driver in Detroit for a number of years, then became a self-employed custodian and caretaker. In 1940 his son Chris reported that he was a gardener for his father, and son Martin said he was a painter for his parents. Grandpa also worked as a maintenance man and landscape gardener for families living on Detroit's historic street, Virginia Park.
Grandpa was a kind and gentle man; tall and handsome, with a full head of white hair. He smoked cigars and pipes in his leisure. He played violin in the Scandinavian Symphony and was a member of the Bell Canto unit of the Danish Singer's Society, and a singing group called "Sons of Fishermen."
Holger gave English lessons to Danish immigrants who had settled in Sidney, MI, where the Rasmussens vacationed and had family - an aunt and uncle, Ane Marie (Rasmussen) and Martin Shroeder, and good friends - the Peter Thompsons. Ane and Martin were childless, but raised Peter Thompson from infancy after his mother died.
Grandpa never became an American citizen. He used to get a little nervous when he had to renew his alien paperwork. My dad (Chris) used to joke with him a bit at these times asking, "What's the matter, Dad? Did you rob a bank or something we don't know about?"
Grandpa wore a night shirt and stocking cap when he went to bed. When my sister Christa and I went to visit them in Detroit, Grandma and Grandpa slept on a Murphy bed that pulled out of the wall of their living room, while Christa and I slept on the couch. They saved their usual bed for our parents.
Grandpa died in the garage of one of his clients at 100 Virginia Park of a heart attack.
He was a much-loved and respected man.
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Section 6, Lot 223, Grave 3.
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