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History of the Vineyard

Yonder where the road a bend … is the vineyard.

Vingaarden anno 2010Vingaarden anno 2012


This paraphrase of an old song could probably provide the framework for what in the late 1860s might have thought, since the soil in the area it once was parceled out and sold – and people began the laborious construction of the farms in this rough and windy area – middle field.
Since the farm in 1872 was ready, it has been in the same family. Over the years built for the original long – it started 140 years ago formed the basis – so that the bud yard shot through nearly 100 years.



Until the mid 1990s – when the last cow was sold and the farm houses were gradually completely cleared of animals – formed a courtyard setting for family life in the now five generations. From a small cottage there in the late 19 century and beyond was built – while Ærø young men in great style might emigrate to strange and distant places like South Africa, Australia and especially America – long on long on the property so that smallholding was to a farm. The greatest in the vicinity.

In 1960 appeared a Bronze Age skeleton up during plowing of one of the farm fields. Firefighters from the nearest museum in Humble summoned and excavation could take its tentative beginnings.


Then it was lunch. The bread was consumed at the nearby dike overlooking the excavation and stump of leg from the old man.

The farm dog struck a blow over, was patted a little and got maybe one end broke the friendly people from the museum. Then the dog saw the excavation and the fragments of bones – bones – which stuck out of the ground. Faster than anyone could manage to prevent the dog was down in the excavation and off with the spoils: a very well-preserved and long femur bone. The two museum staff were quickly on their feet – but little did it help: The dog was washing action and soon had it and the many centuries-old femur away. The dog came back, but the leg was never found.