The Queen of the "Last Minute Rush"

A Copenhagen Spring

As I mentioned at the close of the last blog, this will be short and not very interesting.

Well, we’ll see.

Before I get to the short and uninteresting part I will tell you about the last fifteen minutes of the family’s visit.

You recall that Norma went back to the apartment to get the porcelain plates.  Karen could not go through the x-ray check at the airport until she had the plates so she sent the Scroggs ahead to the gate to get settled while she waited with me at the terminal.

While we waited I put my hands in my pocket and found the keys which Norma should have had with her.  How was she going to get in the apartment to get the plates?  As we stood in the terminal we were sure she would show up empty handed.

The plane was to leave at twelve twenty-five.  It was twelve o’clock and we were getting nervous.  After a long ten minutes we could see Norma coming down the escalator with the plates in her arms.  She had found someone in the Temple who had a key.

We handed the plates to Karen who hurried through the express security check.  We were relieved that she had made it through with fifteen minutes to spare (or at least ten minutes before the door closes).

After she arrived home and during a skype conversation we heard about the last fifteen minutes.

She quickly checked the monitor to find out her departing gate.  She was told it was a long way through a maze of shops and ramps and “checks”.  At the same time she heard over the loud speaker that the boarding for the flight from Copenhagen to Toronto was closed.  With the backpack on her back and the heavy plates in her arms she began to run.  It seemed she was making no progress at all.  She didn’t have time to look for a cart but she needs one desperately.  She couldn’t see the gate.  It was at least a half-mile away and the clock was ticking. 

Suddenly she saw a cart.  She loaded it and continued to run.  The second notice of the “closed boarding” for her flight came over the loud speaker.  She was now in panic mode.  Her heart was beating out of her chest and she was sweating.  Everyone was looking at the wild girl running down the corridor.  She still could not see the gate number.  Finally, ready to collapse, she reached the gate.  She ran down the tarmac and into the plane to the cheers of everyone who had been waiting for her.

We are just happy to not have known at the time what she was going through.  We can now laugh about it.

The rest of the week was very calm and peaceful.  The weather was cool and wet so when we were not in the Temple we were settled in the apartment resting from the vacation.

That’s all for now.

We love you,

Mom and Dad

Ældste og Søster Larsen