I have always loved to observe fathers and their children and big brothers and their smaller siblings.
An attempt to describe a long travel in life to become the person I am
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 […]
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.
My father kept a key behind a small picture painted by Matisse. It was the second key to the door from the cellar and out. We always got into our house that way. The first key sat in the lock inside the door. The extra key was used when the family went to bed at night. Did you lock the […]
Today I met some of my classmates from our “Gymnasium” time. We graduated 46 years ago. A few came to our gathering for the first time and memories from the time as 16-19 years old comes up to the surface. I found it so emotional that I left a bit early to enjoy the buildings and streets of the Copenhagen I still love. Twice I heard church bells ringing.
Today I happened to read a children’s poem by the famous Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson. (1850-94). He lived in Edinburgh and you “can meet him” at the Writers’ Museum in Edinburgh where some of his belongings are shown. His Treasure Island was performed at my oldest boy’s school back in 1986 by pupils from six years’ old to twelve […]