I have always loved to observe fathers and their children and big brothers and their smaller siblings.
Trying to catch the first memories of my life
My grandmother Asta was born 1890 and died 1982. She has kept a lot of birthday cards and get well cards that I would like to show you. There is also a small book with her marks from school and texts on how to behave as a good and well-behaved school-child.
My mother's old baby clothes shown together with the family photos. Soon a hundred years old
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 […]
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
Dear friends! December 2016 We […]
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 […]
Originally posted on From one Heart to Another:
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do Not Disturb.” This past Sunday my father would have been 95 years old. I now think about him with warm feelings, but it’s been a long way to come to that. I have mentioned my relation to him in a post called “My Long…
#WeekendCoffeeShare If we were having coffee I would tell you that this week for me has contained ups and down even during 24 hours of the same day. As a Christian, I know that I shouldn’t be so affected by outer circumstances but I am who I am and I am and not yet able to say that I […]