Hidden Treasures
My mother's old baby clothes shown together with the family photos. Soon a hundred years old
Small glimpses of my Great Grandfather
Confirmation card from William’s sister Caroline, 4 April 1880 at Holmen’s Church She reminds him to remember his family who loves him and the trust in God for his life. A picture from his first year at school. William is in the blue frame. The boys wear sailor hats. This photo was taken at Stjernevej where sister Caroline lived with […]
My Aunt Eva
My aunt’s four boys, my cousins Born in 1921 Aunt Eva would have been 95 years old today the 4th of February had she been alive. My grandmother Asta and her firstborn Eva, May 1921 As a child, I admired my mother’s sister Eva. She was full of humour, and she had four lively boys. Three of them […]
Snowdrops
Taking in snowdrops from my garden Reminds me of my mother She was gentle and modest Always thinking of us and of people Who might need a letter or a call At her funeral stories were told of her kindness
My Grandparents’ Trip to Paris in 1950
My maternal grandfather Emry 1881-1958 wrote his memories and they are a gold mine in regard to diving into a distant time. I was seven years old when he died. The trip to Paris in 1950 was the first travel abroad for my grandmother and my grandfather’s second. He went to Germany in 1922 with his brother and brother-in-law at […]
Review Of The Year 2016
Dear friends! December 2016 We […]
Fruitful Relationships
For many years I followed Ulf Ekman a Swedish pastor and writer who started the faith movement in Sweden in the mid 1980s. In 1990 I left my job and took my four children to Sweden and attended his bible school “Word of Life” for two years.
The Music of My Youth
Someone posted a YouTube video of an old pop group, The Byrds who were very popular for a few years in my youth.
A Way to Cope With Difficulties in Childhood
A few days ago I met a cousin who I really had longed to see. As a child, I loved his family especially his mother, my aunt and his three brothers and I still do. They were so lively and funny the three of them older than me and the little one like the baby brother I would have loved to have had.
A Child’s Drawings from the 1950s
Inspired from “The Happy Quitter” with her blog Nonsmokingladybug on a subject called “Pictures can speak loader than words” I would like to share some of the drawings from my childhood about 60 years ago.
From one Heart to Another 