Ulrik Anton Motzfeldt - Personal Life

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Ulrik Anton Motzfeldt was born on the island St. Thomas, then a part of the Danish West Indies. His father was Peter Motzfeldt, a noted military officer and father of the Norwegian Constitution. He was stationed on St. Thomas from 1802 to 1809, while Ulrik's mother Erneste Birgitte Margrethe was the daughter of the B.C. Stenersen, stipendiary magistrate of St. Thomas. Ulrik's younger brother Ketil was also a noted statesman. In addition, their paternal great-grandmother Birgitte Andrea Bull was a first cousin of Johan Lausen Bull and Norway's first Supreme Court Justice Johan Randulf Bull.

Ulrik Anton Motzfeldt married twice. The marriage with his first wife produced two daughters. Their daughter Marie Sophie Erneste married jurist and politician Ulrik Fredrik Christian Arneberg. Motzfeldt later married Anna Pauline Jørgine Birch, and the couple had two sons and one daughter. Their oldest son Ernst became a government minister.

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