The ten in Nielsen’s family lived in two small rooms and a kitchen in half of a cottage that he describes, without rancor, as “a mere hovel.” Yet in this tiny house were several musical instruments; when Nielson was six and in bed with the measles, his mother took from the wall a three-quarter sized violin and showed him how to play it.
–John Holt reviewing My Childhood by Carl Nielsen in Growing Without Schooling
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